Brandon Robert Christofferson

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Brandon Robert Christofferson

Birth
Death
20 Apr 1981 (aged 5)
Burial
West Valley City, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA Add to Map
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This sweet little boy was taken much too soon.
REST IN SWEET ETERNAL PEACE DEAR BRANDON

IN LOVING MEMORY OF BRANDON ROBERT CHRISTOFFERSON

POEM WRITTEN BY HIS GRANDMOTHER

Our beautiful Grandson Brandon
lent to Jerry Dan and Mary Lynn Christofferson
Born Jan. 22, 1976
was taken away to
Our Father in Heaven on April 20, 1981
God called him home.

Flowers swaying in the breeze
Leaves are budding on the trees
Mountains High and streams below,
Gives me peace that I need so.
Sky of blue, Sun so bright-
Moon so full it lights up the night.
Birds that sing sweet lullabies,
Made by God, he knows whats right.

Our baby is called to a better place,
God calls it his Holy place
Only Angels are needed above-
Not Grandma, who's work is not yet done.
You see sweetie Grandma has lots of work to be done-
Then some day when I am done, a little hand will reach for mine,
"Come Grandma to this Holy land of mine."
Then you and Grandma by your side, We will get it done in time.

Bless Mama and Daddy who's hearts are broken-
And Grandma's tears that wont stop rolling.
Now little sister has a special call,
To help us all hear and understand God's call.
Bless Brenda who's arms are empty,
To Uncle Bo who stand by all.

Written by Birdene Anderson

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL AND FUN FLOWERS LEFT FOR SWEET BRANDON. THEY ARE MUCH APPRECIATED.
This sweet little boy was taken much too soon.
REST IN SWEET ETERNAL PEACE DEAR BRANDON

IN LOVING MEMORY OF BRANDON ROBERT CHRISTOFFERSON

POEM WRITTEN BY HIS GRANDMOTHER

Our beautiful Grandson Brandon
lent to Jerry Dan and Mary Lynn Christofferson
Born Jan. 22, 1976
was taken away to
Our Father in Heaven on April 20, 1981
God called him home.

Flowers swaying in the breeze
Leaves are budding on the trees
Mountains High and streams below,
Gives me peace that I need so.
Sky of blue, Sun so bright-
Moon so full it lights up the night.
Birds that sing sweet lullabies,
Made by God, he knows whats right.

Our baby is called to a better place,
God calls it his Holy place
Only Angels are needed above-
Not Grandma, who's work is not yet done.
You see sweetie Grandma has lots of work to be done-
Then some day when I am done, a little hand will reach for mine,
"Come Grandma to this Holy land of mine."
Then you and Grandma by your side, We will get it done in time.

Bless Mama and Daddy who's hearts are broken-
And Grandma's tears that wont stop rolling.
Now little sister has a special call,
To help us all hear and understand God's call.
Bless Brenda who's arms are empty,
To Uncle Bo who stand by all.

Written by Birdene Anderson

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL AND FUN FLOWERS LEFT FOR SWEET BRANDON. THEY ARE MUCH APPRECIATED.