9x18 Gold board with Navy Blue text
God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So God put his arms around you,
And whispered "Come To Me".
With tearful eyes we watched you,
As you slowly slipped away,
And though we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
Your heart of gold stopped beating,
Your tired body put to rest,
It broke our hearts to lose you,
We know God only takes the best.
In Loving Memory of:
James R. Casserly
aka "Pop Pop"
1920 - 2014