“2004”
It was like yesterday you left
And never came home
Something went wrong with your surgery
You had a massive stroke during operation
We all hoped and prayed for your recovery
We were heard, but never answered
Because God already had chosen you to live on eternally
The pain I felt was as if I had been full of
Lighter fluid and set on fire internally.
December 16,2004
God called you and this time you didn't fight
You looked up and seen the shining light
And you knew it was time to rest
Papa, it was all for the best.
RIP
Grandpa Richard
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