BINGHAM

Harold

God looked around His garden and He found an empty place, He looked down upon earth and saw your weary face. He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest, God's garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain, He knew that you would never get well upon this earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb, so He closed your weary eyelids and whispered 'peace be thine'.

It broke myheart to lose you but you didn't go alone, for part of me went with you, the day God called you home.

Rest in peace Grandad.

Love you lots.

Lisa and Sinbad.

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