Maria S. Vargas
February 5, 1963 – July 18, 2020
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered, "come to me". A golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best, if roses grow in heaven please pick a bunch for me . Place them in my grandmothers arms and tell her there from me. Tell her that i love and miss her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek.
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Friday, August 7, 2020