In Loving Memory Of MAXINE WHITTIER God saw you getting tired, And a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you, And whispered, “Come to me.” With tearful eyes we watched you, And saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best. Love you always, Missy, Bobby,The girls Alice, Earl Maurice and Arthur
Maxine Whittier
