From our garden a beautiful rose was plucked, her life taken short of its prime. For reasons we mortals can never understand. God alone knows the reasons and time. Gently from Heaven a hand has reached down, and beckoned her slowly away, "Your time is here," came a whisper, "And now we must be on our way." Fragile clay that encased Sunshine's spirit, returns to the soil whence it came.  But the light that emanates from her soul glows bright as an endless flame. In the glow we can sense her faint image, with a smile wide abeam on her face. Her arms are appearing to even reach out, to all in a loving embrace.  Her human remains have gone back to the earth, this part from us taken away, but the light from Sunshine's soul, will eternally shine, and with us forever will stay.