In loving memory of our beloved Cathy Kennedy

God saw you getting tired,

A cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you and whispered, “Come with Me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you fade away.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

Many times we think of you,

Many times we cry.

If love could have saved you, you never would have died.

A golden heart stopped beating, your tender hands at rest.

God took you home to prove to us,

He only takes the best.