JUDITH BREITER 16th September 2013

God saw you getting tired, a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered 'come with me' With tearful eyes I watched as you gently passed away, Although I loved you so dearly I could not make you stay. So a golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke my heart just to prove to me he only takes the best. 'Simply the Best'