Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Although Connie was not my grandmother by blood, she always treated me like a granddaughter and I cherished the relationship that we had. I am at peace knowing that she is once again reunited with her loved ones, who she so dearly missed. I hope this poem below will bring comfort to her family:
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name, In life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone. For part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide, and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
With Deepest Sympathy,
Lori Brooks
