Obituary of Vincenzo De Vito

Dear son, husband and father."God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to beSo He put His arms around you and whispered, 'Come with Me.'With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade awayAlthough we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.A golden hear stopped beating; hard working hands at restGod broke our hearts to prove, He only takes the best.It's lonesome here without you; we miss you more each dayLife doesn't seem the same; since you've gone away.When days are sad and lonely and everything goes wrongWe seem to hear you whisper, 'Cheer up and carry on'.Each time we see your picture, you seem to smile and say'Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping, we'll meet again someday."