Georgos Constandinou

Dear father of my blessed sister of the heart ,Maria Constandinou..
you were the young age of 48 when you went up to heaven,and as I write this I feel you watching down,holding your precious family close to your heart.
Motor Neuro Desease,seems like such a cruel torture to go through.I know God held you through.
you are sadly missed and never forgotten.

Don’t grieve for me; for now I'm free I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard his call I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or pray.
Tasks left undone must stay that way; I found his peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss. Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I've savored much.
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time has seemed all too brief; don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart, and shared with me God wanted me now...He set me free.