William Charles Gerrish
December 12, 1946
to
April 9, 2009
We saw you getting tired,
A cure was not to be,
God put his arms around you
And whispered, "Come to me."
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
Our hearts although broken
Proves He only takes the best.
Memories are treasures no one can
steal, Death leaves a heartache
that only God can heal.
Some may forget you now that you're
gone, but we shall remember
no matter how long.
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