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Saturday, August 12, 2006



Aurora, my Grandmother
June 6, 1925 - August 9, 2006

God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be. So He closed his arms around you and whispered come to me.

You didn't deserve what you went through and so He gave you rest. Gods garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best.

When I saw you sleeping, so peaceful and free from pain. I could not wish you back, to suffer that again.


// posted by Anitsirhc @ 1:15 PM
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