My Papa Bear..

This weekend Heaven gained another angel, My Papa Bear (my grandfather). Although we are all selfishly sad to see him go, he is free from pain now. He had been suffering from cancer and different infections. He asked not to have a service however I feel that this poem that I found is perfect for him:

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 that again.

- Author Unknown

                                                     I love you and Miss you Papa Bear!



My Papa Bear and I when I was born!