In Loving Memory
Harmon Freethy
1942-2021
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you and whispered “come to me”
With tearful eyes we watched you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
With Broken Hearts Full of Memories, Roberta, Dwight, Rob, Michelle, Leigh & Sarah
