Obituary of Hilary Dean Gregg

God’s Garden God looked around His garden, and He found an empty place. He then looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you, and lifted you to rest God’s garden must be beautiful He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain, He also knew in Heaven you would never hurt again. He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills hard to climb, so He closed your weary eyelids, and whispered “peace be thine.” It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn’t go alone. For part of us went with you, the day God called you home. If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, we’d walk all the way to heaven, and bring you home again.