God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you and whispers "come to me" with tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away, although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, god broke our heart to prove to us, He only takes the best. R.I.P dad. April 2,1959 - October 31,2002