BENNETT Roy, Brother.
We sat beside your bedside not knowing what to do, we held your hand and kissed your face and gently spoke to you.
When God saw that you were getting tired and a cure was not to be, He put His arms around you and whispered 'come to me'.
Sister Sheila.
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