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MEMORY OF

BARBARA CATTERSON

1932-2002

God saw she was getting old,

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 loved her dearly,

We could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating

Hardworking hands to rest:

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the Best!