To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say
 But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
 I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
 Here, there's not more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
 Remember that I am with you every morning, noon, and night.
 That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
 God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
 As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
 I need you here badly, you're part of my plan.
 There's so much that I have to do, to help our mortal man"

God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do.
 And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
 And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight.
 God and I are closest to you . . . in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
 Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
 But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.
 Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
 If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
 But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over,
 I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
 But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
 It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
 That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;
 Then you can say to God at night . . . "My day was not in vain."
 And now I am contented . . . that my life was worthwhile.
 Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.

So, if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
 Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
 When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind;
 I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go . . . from that body to be free.
 Remember you're not going . . . you're coming here to me.


   

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
©Copyright 1998-2013

      RIP Luis, We love and miss YOU

My heartfelt condolences to To Veronica and the Kids, To Blanca, (his mother)  to all of his Sisters , to Ramon his brother and to all the nephews , nieces  and Cousins. I know that no words will really ease your pain, my heart goes out to you. But God laid his hands on Luis and took him home. He's painfree and suffers no more. His memories will keep him alive. He had a beautiful soul and with that he had a legacy that will live on forever.  Raymond and I have very fond memories of Luis and the Montoya family, In fact he was reminessing times with Luis and the family. We were very blessed to have known him. Our prayers are with you in this time of grief and always. R.I.P. Luis, You will be Greatly Missed.

Godspeed, Joe. You were a rock. 

God has taken you under His wing for your final flight. The battle is over, your weary soul is at peace.

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May 26, 1967 – December 3, 2016

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