Tributes to an Icon
April 3, 2021
Dear Uncle
Bittersweet, painful joy, open sore with salt being poured on it. This is the only way I can describe your death. But who am I to question God? Memories shared can never be forgotten.
The angels are rejoicing because another Saint has joined them.
We love you but God loves you more. Till we meet at Jesus feet. Sun ree o.
RIP.
Bittersweet, painful joy, open sore with salt being poured on it. This is the only way I can describe your death. But who am I to question God? Memories shared can never be forgotten.
The angels are rejoicing because another Saint has joined them.
We love you but God loves you more. Till we meet at Jesus feet. Sun ree o.
RIP.