ACOSTA JR., PETE G. God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So He put His hands around you and whispered, “Come With Me”. With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and watched 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 to us that He only takes the best. It’s lonesome here without you , we miss you more each day. Life doesn’t seem the same, since you went away. Each time we see your picture, you seem to smile and say, “don’t cry, I’m in Gods hands, and we’ll meet again someday”. Love your wife Annie, Richard, Martin, Rudy, Walter, Joann, Mary, and Clarence.
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