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| God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped his arms around you, and whispered "Come to me". You didn't deserve what you went through, So He gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain. I could not wish you back To suffer that again. author unknown |
| I can do all things thru Christ, who gives me strength.... Philippians 4:13 |
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| The artwork on this page is copyrighted and is not to be used without the express written consent of the artist, Danny Hahlbohm. Please use the banner below to go to his site. |
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| My son, Jason and Mom, November 1982 |
| My grandaughter, Angi and Mom November 1984 |
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| My grandson Nathan and Mom, November 1984 |
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| Momma and her Cabbage Patch Dolls, Toby and Tina Christmas 1986 |
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| In loving Memory of Lillian Cosmah |
| March 17, 1912 - August 31, 1995 |
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| Please click on the link or the plaque above to read a very beautiful poem. |
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| But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31 |
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