Dearest Smith Family~ Words can not begin to express my sincerest condolences. How I prayed each day that I checked in that she"d continue to get better with each day as she was a fighter! I have no doubt she was continuing to fight but her body just couldn"t keep up and it was time for her to go home.
This poem was used when my grandmother passed and I have no doubt that she and Mallory were women with a strong core, a loving heart and an incredible fighting spirit! I wanted to share it:
God"s Garden Must Be Beautiful God looked around the garden, and found an empty space. He looked down upon the earth, and saw your tired face. He put His arms around you, and lifted you to rest. God"s garden must be beautiful for he takes only the best.
He knew that you were weary, and he knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never, be well on earth again. He saw the roads were getting rough, the hills were hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyelids, and whispered peace be thine.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn"t go alone. Part of us went with you the day God called you home.
In searching for something to say, I also found this and I modified it a bit to better suit Mallory, but wow, it struck me most about how she was such a fighter.. (and there was no author to credit...)
Little angel, sent from God
To a desperate world in need,
You touched the hearts of those you loved,
With every word and deed.
The pain you suffered and endured,
Would have conquered a weaker soul
Your willful, fighting, hope-filled heart
Placed you in a stronger role.
Twenty-two precious years
You showed God"s grace to those around
You gave them all love, and life and hope When darkness would surround
Now in heaven, Mallory, please,
Keep watch o"er your dearest father, mother and brother
And always remember, won"t you please
You were loved like no other. Lisa, you and yours remain in my thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. God Bless and keep you, now and always.
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