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ROB NYKIFORUK October 26, 1957 November 07, 2006 God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be, So He put His arms around you And whispered Come with Me. With tearful eyes we watched you suffer And saw you fade away. Although we loved you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Laying loving hands at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. Loved and Remembered by the one's who cherished him the most: Heather, Matthew & Michaen Published in the Saskatoon StarPhoenix on 11/7/2009