I remember today, and remember the worst of you. I remember today, then remember the best of you. You are no longer in pain, and I am thankful, but I still miss you very much…

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God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be,
so He wrapped His arms around you,
and whispered, “Come to Me.”
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You didn’t deserve what you went through,
So He gave you a rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful;
He only takes the best.
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And when we saw you sleeping,
so peaceful and free from pain,
we could not wish you back
to suffer that again.

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Rest in peace, my dear mother.

Sylvia Celeste Himmelman
08 June 1949 – 11 February 2002

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