Obituary of Adeline Anselmo

“God saw the road was getting rough, The hills were hard to climb He gently closed your loving eyes And Whispered, “Peace be Thine.” The golden gate stood open, He saw you needed rest, God’s garden must be beautiful, For he always picks the best. Your life is a beautiful memory, Your absence a silent grief. You sleep in God’s beautiful garden In the sunshine of perfect peace.”