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TOULOUSE, Exilda August 27, 1917 - June 1, 1998 God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be, So He put His arms around you And whispered "Come to Me." You suffered much in silence, Your spirit did not bend You faced your pain with courage, Right to the very end. You tried so hard to stay with us Your fight was all in vain, God took you in His lovng arms, And freed you from your pain. Our hearts all ache with sadness, Our silent tears still flow For what it means to lose you No one will ever know. --Sadly missed by son Edgar & Linda. Published in the Windsor Star on 6/1/2005