REBECCA HUTSKO
God saw you getting tired, 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.
A golden heart stopped beating and tiny hands laid to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the BEST!.
You are in my thoughts and prayers
Sunday July 9, 2017 at 10:57 am