God saw you getting tired. When a cure was not to be, so he wrapped his arms around you and whispered, "Come to me". You didn't deserve what you went through, so he gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful. He only takes the best and when I saw you sleeping, so peaceful and free from pain I could not wish you back to suffer again.
June 12, 1964- July 29, 2013
lost her fight to Uterine cancer
December 4, 1968-November 8, 2006
lost her fight to Breast Cancer
August 24, 1968 - July 4, 2019
lost her fight to Lung Cancer
"My Champion"- PJ
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