Dorothy W. Neely
1919-1998
| God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around her and whispered "Come with Me". With tearful eyes we watched her suffer and saw her fade away. Although we couldn't bear to lose her. We could not bid her stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands laid to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. |
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