From a newspaper article in tribute to my Dad's passing on 7/4/73

     God looked around his garden and found an empty place.  He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.     He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.  God's garden must be beautiful - He always takes the best.     He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.  He knew that you would never get well on earth again.     He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb..  So he closed your weary eye-lids and whispered, "Peace be Thine."     It broke our hearts to love you, but you did not go alone...for part of our hearts went with you the Day God called you home.

Quoted from a copyrighted article circa 1973.