I wept today. I laughed and smiled, too.
That body on the table was not you.
Death got the flesh; your spirit wasn’t there.
You stole away and met Jesus in the air.
For Robert Hale Cotton, June 4, 1927 - March 15, 2010
The Day My Grandpa Died
Sincerely,
Michelle
Monday, March 15, 2010
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