Left. - “God saw you were 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 loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
Right.- The rose from his funeral. Every family member got a flower and threw it on his casket as we said our final goodbyes. My grandma still had the flowers from where the roses were picked, and gave me and my brother one more.
In loving memory of my grandfather, Salvatore Gialombardo. i love you gramps, I’m happy you’re at peace.