PRICE Norman, Dad.

God saw you getting tired Dad and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you and whispered come to Me.

With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away, although we love you dearly, we could not make you stay, your heart stopped beating, your working hands need rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

From Daughter Christine and Son Terry, God bless you, love you loads. X X X

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