MILNE, Amy Rae - 1982 - 2002 God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be. So He wrapped His arms around you, and whispered, "come to me." You didn't deserve what you went through, so He finally gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful, because He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping, so peaceful and free from all pain We could not wish you back to suffer that again. Loving you forever. Missing you always. Mom and Dad Keith and Mary Milne
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