death

February 9, 2018

Do not cry for me as when I go, rejoice in my going to heaven,

I may die but I will live on

In spirit or in memory, do tell my grandkids about me

Don't fret or worry, God has me

protected and loved, this is a blessing

I suffer no more and ended the war.

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