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Robert B. Robert B. Valdez July 10, 1943 - August 21, 2003 To My Father, God saw you getting tired When a cure was not to be So He closed His arms around you And whispered, "Come to Me." You didn't deserve what you went through and so He gave you rest God's garden is beautiful He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping so peaceful and free from pain We could not wish you back to suffer that again. Daddy we miss you very much. You will never be forgotten because we love you. Kyle, Greg, Jan, Nate, and Shelby
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