Robert Dean Kennedy
07/21/57 - 02/15/09
07/21/57 - 02/15/09
God saw you getting tiredand a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you
and whispered "Come to Me".
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands now rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Your life was truly a blessing
Your memory will be a treasure.
You are loved beyond all words
and will be missed beyond measure.
Your memory will be a treasure.
You are loved beyond all words
and will be missed beyond measure.
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