In Loving Memory of

Loretta Marie Milot

September 5, 1928

March 29, 2009

"God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He out His arms around her and whipered, "Come with Me."

With teaful eyes we watched her suffer and saw her fade away. Although we loved her dearly, we could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating. Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best."

My Step Father Wrote This In Her Memory