In Memory of Brandon Michael Beans
May 13,1981 - August 15,1998
Our son and brother taken from us by a drunk driver, a boy becoming a man, his whole life ahead of him. You will be loved and missed forever, until we meet again. Watch over us for you are our angel now.
Garden
Sometimes we can't understand our Great Creators
way,
When he takes a life so young and leaves one withered and grey,
Whose
life work seems finished, perhaps is waiting for the call,
While that life so young and tender held so much here for us all.
Then
sometimes I get to thinking perhaps the world down below is just a flower
garden where God and flowers live and grow and perhaps when God is
lonely,like us, he likes to roam in his garden gathering flowers to beautify
his home.
Though he takes the full bloomed flowers drooped and
withered that need his care.
Still he needs a bud or blossom to scatter with them here and there,
So he takes a few choice blossoms, Just the rarest he
can find.
God needs them up in Heaven while others are left behind