WHEN THE TIME COMES …..IF IT SHOULD BE THAT I GROW FRAIL AND WEAK AND PAIN SHOULD KEEP ME FROM SLEEP, THEN WILL YOU DO WHAT MUST BE DONE. FOR THIS-THE LAST BATTLE-CANT BE WON. YOU WILL BE SAD I UNDERSTAND, BUT DON’T LET GRIEF THEN STAY IN YOUR HAND, FOR ON THIS DAY, MORE THAN THE REST, YOUR LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP MUST STAND THE TEST. WE HAVE HAD SO MANY HAPPY YEARS,YOU WOULDN’T WANT ME TO SUFFER SO. WHEN THE TIME COMES PLEASE LET ME GO.TAKE ME WHERE MY NEEDS THEY’LL TEND,ONLY, STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE END AND HOLD ME FIRM AND SPEAK TO ME UNTIL MY EYES NO LONGER SEE. I KNOW IN TIME YOU WILL AGREE IT IS A KINDNESS YOU DO TO ME. ALTHOUGH MY TAILITS LAST HAS WAVED, FROM PAIN AND SUFFERING I HAVE SAVED. DON’T GRIEVE THAT IT MUST BE YOU WHO HAS TO DECIDE THIS THING TO DO: WE’VE BEEN SO CLOSE-WE TWO-THESE YEARS, DON’T LET YOUR HEART HOLD ANY TEARS.
BEST BOY IN THE WORLD,
| Butter Newton |
| 27, Jan 2000 |
| Cindy |