My son Tony was 20 years old when he went to be with Jesus. I miss him so much but God gives me wonderful pictures of him in white jeans and a white t-shirt playing golf by the River of Life! He died on March 25, 1995 of cancer and one of the things that was hardest for me was the fact that he couldn't swallow and was so thirsty. Now, I think of him walking and talking with the Living Water, who is my Savior I am so comforted to know he will never thirst again.
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