Last week on Dec. 18th, my husband, Jay, passed away peacefully at home. He was 46. He had only been diagnosed with ALS since Jul. 05. He had bulbar symptoms along w/frontal lobe dementia. He never once complained about the many changes his body was going through. He was the best and will be greatly missed but not forgotten. This poem says it all:
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you, and whispered "Come to Me". With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away, and though we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, with gentle hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
Praying for a cure,
Jbird
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you, and whispered "Come to Me". With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away, and though we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, with gentle hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
Praying for a cure,
Jbird