| Franklin Hartley Prayer Page
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Franklin Hartley was diagnosed with stage IV Colon Cancer in April of 2008 at the young age of 59 years old. The cancer has spread to his liver, lymph nodes and lungs. Franklin is a loving father of three and grandfather of 3. He is a simple hard working country man and is loved and respected by all of those who know him. This page was created to honor the man we all know and love. We ask for prayers from all of those who view this page as it seems right now that is the only thing that can possibly help his situation. We are praying for a miracle and we know that miracles still do happen. The greatest of those miracles is the miracle of Salvation and the price that was paid to afford us the opportunity to recieve the greatest gift of all that is offered us by our loving Father above. We continue to pray and keep our hopes alive. It is way too early for Franklin to be taken from us. I keep asking myself "Why?" and the only answer that I can come up with is that someone else wants to spend a little time with him now and share in the loving, gentle kindness of the man that we all love so very much.
Created April 24, 2008
Thank you to everyone for all of your prayers. The Lords will was done and Franklin went to be with Jesus at 1:00am on 5/7/08. Now someone else will get to see how wonderful a person he was and I thank God that He didn't let the suffering linger too long. The last words I heard him say were "Home sweet Home." Well Franklin now you're home.
Franklin Hartley
July 12, 1949 ~ May 7, 2008
May your soul rest in peace.
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A Grandfather's Work
Sitting on your lap eating cookies with you
Playing little games like little kids do
Watching me hunt for Easter eggs
Falling down and scraping my legs
Buying me toys and running in the sun
A grandfather's work is never really done
Watching me grow so much so fast
I wished I hoped those days would last
My high school prom, a date, a dress
You said I never looked prettier as you took a deep breath
My graduation, you proudly held me tight
You'd waited for this all my life
Now there's another baby to eat cookies with you
And play little games like little kids do
You can watch her hunt Easter eggs
And put some bandaids on her scraped-up legs
You can watch her grow, hopefully not too fast
And wish that these days will always last
You can buy her toys and watch her run
Because I pray every night that your work's not yet done
Love, Tabitha
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