Obituary of Sylvia Mary Scerri

God saw you getting tired when a cure was not to be, so He closed his arms around you and whispered “Come to Me.” You do not deserve what you went through and so he gave you rest. God’s garden must be beautiful for He only takes the best. In time He saw you sinking; we watched you fade away; our hearts were almost broken. You fought so hard to stay. But when we saw you sleeping so peacefully from pain, We could not wish you back to suffer that again. If you had spoken before you died These words you’d have replied, “Weep not for me but courage take and love one another for my sake.”