ATKINS,  Helen
If tears could build a stairway,  And memories were a lane,  We would walk right up to Heaven, To bring you home again.  
Our hearts will ache with sadness,  Our secret tears will flow,  What it meant to lose you,  No one will ever know.
No farewell words were spoken,  No time to say good bye, You were gone before we knew it,  And only God knows why.

Thinking of you always,  from Gran, Sandra, Sid, Sidney, Nathan and Duke