My Friend

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My Friend We spoke, up until the last, You, and I and HIM… The pain was hard, cruel and mean. You were tired… (whispered, "that was okay"…) I told you about heaven, about… the man that has a Name! Jesus, King, and God, Savior! He sat beside you and gave comfort, I could not bring… I prayed on your behalf. Then and now, I lift you up… Wave to me, and be “happy”. Now he sets beside you, and I am here. Pray for me.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/4/2019 6:50:00 PM

Delicate entrance to heaven, this one is.

Ann Foster
Date: 8/4/2019 8:12:00 PM

A little fairy flower, that was lost. My deepest prayers, cancer is a cruel demon indeed. Yet he shakes when the Master's name is called. Ty, kindly for your sweet remarks. Ann