ROWLEY Glen, Dad.
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you and whispered 'come to Me'. With tearful eyes I watched you, I watched you fade away, although I loved you dearly, I could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands now rest, God broke my heart to prove to me He only takes the best.
Love you forever, Tasha, your babbie. X X X
05 August 2010
Please accept our condolences at this difficult time.