An old friend passed away last night, after a long, heart-wrenching battle.
I don’t normally go off tangent given the purpose of ‘trainingwreck’, but thought I’d share the following nonetheless.
No comments necessary. Just a time for quiet reflection.
God saw you were 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,
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 us,
He only takes the best.
