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Note: read by her at Mike's memorial ceremony:
Dear Michael,
Your life was filled with earthly things
Now look, you have your angel wings.
Is it like your Wittman up there, flying high?
What can you see up there in the sky?
You're free now from this world's woes
While we're left behind to fight our foes
But we're glad your battle is over the hill
Yet we miss you so much and always will
You can see much more than we, I know
How temporary these lives below
Our bodies just temples, housing our soul
To get to Heaven should be our goal
So as your remains are scattered here
And we wipe away many a tear
Let us not think of things on earth
But of our own eternal birth
When we too can soar in Heaven above
Feeling nothing but the Savior's love
meeting our loved ones in the air
Do tell Dad & Mom that we'll be there
We'll gather as a family once more
and tell stories of what was before
Watch o'er us big brother as you used to do
It won't be long til we're there with you
Laughing and playing in the winds on high
Never again to suffer, or be lonely or cry
So now for Michael's life God, we thank You
And Bless us until we can all join there too.
Note: The following poem was written by Patricia Lou (Narrin) Burgess and
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