Our Angel
Grandpa a wonderful man who always understands you. He was the most
powerful man next to god in our eyes. He gave his love no matter how he was
treated, he was always there.
I think if god ever sent us anything it was an angel and his name was virgil
jones he rescued the family from tragic times, and stuck through thick and thin
no matter what he was always there for us.
But now he is gone but the spirit of our angel live on, he will be with us
from dusk til dawn, he will watch over us always grandpa was in pain but now he
is at rest, and out of suffering he is the best hands he could ever be in.
Death is a tragic thing but remember our angel believed in god and he will
be in god's hand forever.
Our Angel Is At Rest
Copyright © Brenda Lairso | Year Posted 2006
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