Corey Corwin Memorial Fund
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Corey, God saw you getting tired, a cure not meant to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered, "Come with me." With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you fade away, although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, your tender hands at rest. God took you home to prove to us he only takes the best.
Organizer
Heather Lowman Crampton
Organizer