MY SWEET SMOKEY YOU WERE ONLY A YEAR OLD, WHEN YOU WENT TO SLEEP IN HEAVEN WITH GOD. I STILL GRIEVE OVER YOUR LOSS. IT SEEMS ONLY LIKE YESTERDAY, BUT MY DEAR SMOKEY I KNOW YOU ARE DOING OKAY IN GOD’S HANDS. YOU ARE PLAYING LIKE YOU USED TO BEFORE YOU WENT TO SLEEP, UP THERE IN HEAVEN. MY SWEET SMOKEY I LOVE AND MISS YOU ALWAYS.
REST IN PEACE MY SWEET SMOKEY,
| DEBRA PRZYBYLINSKI |