Mildred F. Ellison
March 27, 1920 - July 03, 2010
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Getting Tired

God saw that you were getting tired and a cure was not to be so He put his arm around you and whispered, "Come to Me" With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay A golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove to usthat He only takes the bestAuthor Unknown

Afterglow

I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears, of those who
grieve, to dry before the sun
of happy memories that I leave
when life is done.
Your life was love and labor,
Your love for your family true,
You did your best for all of us,
We will always remember you.

Author Unknown