God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms round you and whispered "come to me ". He didn't like what you went through and sohe gave you rest, His garden must be beautiful he only take the best. And when we saw you sleeping so peaceful and free of pain, we wouldn't wish you back to suffer that again, And as you take your final rest that garden must be beautiful, Because dad you are one of the best!