J, I love you my dear sister and wish that there was something I could say to make you feel better. Maybe this will help.

God saw you getting tired, And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you, And whispered, “Come to me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you drift. We watched you fall away.
We couldn’t bear to lose you. We couldn’t ask you to stay.

A golden heart stopped beating. Shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us that he only takes the best.