Irene Schnuron

In loving memory of Irene Schnuron her birthday January 1st

(written by her grandchildren)Often we find ourselves thinking of youTears fall from our faces because we are so blue.Sometimes we feel like we are all aloneBut we know you got your wings and off you’ve flownYou went to a place where there is always loveWith “Big Ron”, Gramma Schiebel and all aboveAnd every once in awhile when someone is lowYou peek down on us to help us growBecause we are now older and able to seeGod didn’t take you away from our familyHe made the perfect angel with wings to flySo you can look after your family from up in the skyYou’re better than perfect for the jobSo we wipe our tears and no longer sobWe sit here and think about the daysThat you’ve touched all of our lives in so many waysNever will we forget your perfect smile and no more tears will we cryBecause you are always a part of us up in the sky