God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put his arms around you and whispered "Come home to me". With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we love you dearly we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. (Author Unknown)
In loving memory of the late Bettty Merryweather who sadly passed away on 15th February 2015