Robert Welsch

In loving memory of my husband, father and pap,

Robert Welsch, who passed away two years ago, Christmas Day.

God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you and whispered, “Come with me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you slowly fade away.

Although we loved you dearly, we would not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating that day

Your hard working hands put to rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.