On a daily basis my job is to process obituaries for fourteen newspapers. Come days are easier than others. On this particular day it was not easy for me to deal with a young woman's death who hit a tree driving one block from home without seatbelts.
MY WEEK WAS RIDDLED WITH THEM…
By VicToria Tallman Freudiger
Dying angels and next of kin.
Why so many Lord?
You're taking them one by one.
To be angels for Your Son
If you didn't need them
Wouldn't You decide to wait
Or… are their families at the pearly gates
Such pretty young faces
Each traveled loving places
But my question, Lord, becomes
Why take them so young?
Please instead…
Bring them back in a treasured memory.
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