"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure."
Erica Caldwell Simpson
9/26/78 - 8/10/17
Erica will always be in our hearts.
Tell me friend why must you die? Why must your loved ones stand with empty arms and ask the question why? Help me know so I can go on. How when your love in faith sustain me, Can the precious gift be gone?
From the depths of sorrow I cry. Though pangs of grief within my soul arise, The whisperings of the spirit still my cries. Didn't he say he sent us to be tested? Didn't he say the way would not be sure? But didn't he say we could live with him Forever more, well and whole, If we but patiently endure? After the trial we would be blessed. But this life is the test.