God saw you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you.
and whispered "Come to Me."

Although we love you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly passed away.

A Golden heart stopped beating.
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us.

He only takes the Best.

 

 

 

 

 

Death or Illness When eporting a death or illness of a member or spouse, 

please contact the NCPOA Secretary: ENC Edgar Wakeman, USN

ffgencsw@sbcglobal.net