In memory of my love, dad and grandpa, Leslie W. Thayer, who passed away eight years ago, Aug. 9, 2011.

God saw you were getting tired,

And a cure was not to be;

So He put His arms around you,

And He whispered, “Come with Me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,

And saw you fade away;

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands put to rest;

God broke our hearts to prove,

He only takes the best.

God looked around His garden,

And He found an empty place;

He then looked down on the earth,

And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you,

And lifted you to rest;

God’s garden must be beautiful,

He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering,

He knew you were in pain;

He also new in heaven,

You would never hurt again.

He saw the road was getting rough,

And the hills harder to climb;

So He closed your weary eyelids,

And whispered, “Peace be thine.”

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn’t go alone;

For part of us went with you,

The day God called you home.

If tears could build a staircase,

And memories a lane;

We’d walk all the way to heaven,

And bring you home again.

We think about you every day and we miss you being with us.

We love you and miss you -

Sharon Forsythe

Scott Forsythe

Bonnie and Gordy Helderman

Destiny and Briana

Shayna and Sienna

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