Farold Brett Harris
May 24, 1961 – November 4, 2019
God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be So He put his arms around you And whispered “Come with me” With tearful eyes We watched you suffer And saw you fade away Although we all loved you so dearly We could not make you stay A golden heart stopped beating Hard working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove He only takes the best
Since I met you love, All I can think about Was making you happy and healthy I wish I could see your smile and hear your laughter again I tried to kiss away old hurts, and hold you until you knew Without a doubt that our love was real. I memorized the sound of your voice And the dreams in your heart. More than anything else, I wanted to make you happier Than you ever were before. I wanted to give you all the things that you truly deserved, Most of all — my love.