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Name at birth:    Ruby Dale 
Date of birth:    July 16 1928 
Place of birth:   Paintsville, Kentucky, USA 
Date of death:    April 8 1995 
Place of death:   Columbus, Ohio, USA 
Place of burial:  Greenlawn Cemetery, Columbus, Ohio

Submitted by: Kathy Edwards (SeaShel158@aol.com)

My mother was born a coal miner’s daughter, very near to Butcher Holler in Kentucky. She wanted very much to have a singing career, but it never worked out for her. She lived a hard life, but she had a wonderful sense of humor that enabled her to get through many difficult times in her life. She was very dear to me. You never fully understand how dear until you no longer have that person in your life. I will miss her the rest of my days.

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THE FIRST SOUND EVERY HUMAN BEING HEARS IS THE DOUBLE HEARTBEAT. IN OUR MOTHER’S WATERY WOMB, WE EXPERIENCE A SENSE OF SECURITY AND BELONGING BECAUSE WE HEAR OUR OWN HEARTBEATS ECHOED BY THAT OF THE MOTHER WHO CARRIES US FOR NINE MONTHS. WHEN WE ARE DRAWN INTO OUR EARTHWALKS THROUGH THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH, THE SECOND HEARTBEAT DISAPPEARS. HUMAN BEINGS KNOW ON A DEEP LEVEL THAT SOMETHING IS MISSING AND MANY TIMES GO THROUGH LIFE LOOKING FOR THE MISSING HEARTBEAT.(Jamie Sams)

My dearest daughter, this is us. We were always together, sharing everything. Every day I search in vain to find my second heartbeat. I am awake at night, searching, listening, calling out to you. You were my light and now there is only darkness. There is no answers, or so I have been told. You knew all along didn’t you. You a 14 year old strong, vibrant, loving girl. An irregular heartbeat which the doctors said “They didn’t know why”. But treated you anyway, with strange drugs, and methods which didn’t make sense. You told me to make them stop, but I, in my wanting you to stay, begged for mercy and put my trust in them. I am so sorry, so sorry, I let them convince me that everything would be all right. How could a young woman with so much to live for, and never sick not a day, be in the hospital with heart failure. Was this a lie? Who to believe. I prayed to GOD. I prayed to the wind and birds to let God know that I beg for your life. I asked for you only. I would have gladly traded places with you, not a thought different, not even a question in my mind. May 12th, 1996 Mothers Day. They came, They told me you would live. They of course not being God, but believing themselves to be above that is right told me you would live. Another died, and this gift of life being offered to you. A heart Transplant on mothers day, an offering of life. A chance for us to be together as a mother and daughter should, as a family should. They being above GOD, as presented with all the knowledge in this universe, they being with the powers, pulled your heart out and with their powers gave you life. I begged and pleaded for you, for myself, for strength for you. I was foolish believing in them, thinking that love could cure all, that if I loved you as much as humanly possible nothing would go wrong. Now I cry always. Not just daily, or hourly, but always. When they lied to you and me, they lied to GOD, for you see they didn’t know. Tricksters of the universe. September 24th, 1996. You told me, “mom, they won’t let me out of here”. I thought them, being proclaimed givers of life, would not let you, my golden child, my light go out. I was so wrong. When you died, I couldn’t beg for your life anymore. Instead I turned to the self-proclaimed GODS and asked for an answer. My face was slapped and my worth spit on, for you see “THEY” turned their backs, walking away, away from “THEIR FAILURE” and told me “WE JUST DON’T KNOW”. I cry in silence, alone and cold. Waiting my time out. I pray now for forgiveness, never to again trust any trickster or self proclaimed god. I pray for you to forgive me in that I chose to believe in “THEM” I thought they cared, I thought this was a place for the healing of children, I thought they could make a difference. I was wrong.

WHISPER LEV CURRY, WAS MY 14 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IN MY LIFE. LOVING, NO ONE COULD ASK FOR A MORE PERFECT CHILD. ON THE HONOR ROLE AT SCHOOL, SPORTS CAME SO EASY. SOCCER, BASEBALL, SWIMMING, TRACK, CEERLEADING. WHISPER CHOSE TO BECOME A VETERINARIAN. SHE LOVED ANIMALS WITH HER TOTAL BEING. ALL AND EVERY TEACHER SHE HAD EVER STUDIED WITH WERE SO MUCH IN AWE OF NOT ONLY HER INTELLIGENCE, BUT THE CALM, LOVING WAY SHE HAD IN THE INTERACTION OF ALL HER FELLOW STUDENTS. WHISPER HAD WRITTEN SEVERAL LETTERS IN DEFENSE OF ANIMAL RIGHTS, FROM LOCAL ELECTED PERSONS TO PRESIDENT CLINTON. WHISPER LET PEOPLE OF ALL STATURE KNOW THAT ANIMAL RIGHTS WERE A PRIORITY.

I MISS YOU MORE EVERY DAY MY SWEET MAGILLACUTTY, LIFE OR THIS ILLUSION IS NOT THE SAME OR EVER WILL BE. YOUR STRONG AND CARING BROTHER HOLDS UP WHAT IS LEFT OF US, BUT EVEN HE IS SO WEARY. MY ONLY BIT OF SALVATION COMES IN THE KNOWING I TOO WILL DIE. THIS IS ALL THERE IS FOR ME UNTIL THEN, A BLACK VOID, WHICH COULD NEVER BE FILLED, THE CONSTANT QUESTIONS WHICH NO ONE WILL ANSWER AND THE WHYS, WHYS WHYS.
YOU ARE ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS. THE LOVE WE SHARED IS FOREVER, THAT IS ONE THING THAT NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY. PLEASE WAIT FOR ME……..MOMMY(i love you the most!)

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To my daughter, Kristen, who was my best friend.
You will live through me forever.

What a sad state of affairs, what a sorry world,
That death would come because you’re a pretty girl.

There was no reason for you to die
and now we are left to wonder why.

It’s too bad it takes sorrow and pain
to bring people together again.

But Kristen, you are the one who has united us tonight,
And together we’ll stand to persevere your fight.

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Robert Marshall Hall ✵ 1936-1995 (friend)

THEY SAY THAT ALL YOU CAN TAKE WITH YOU WHEN YOU DIE… IS WHAT YOU HAVE GIVEN AWAY…

If that is true, then Eddie had a wagonload to take with him when he went home. At this writing, he has been gone 27 years and I am 54 years old. Wouldn’t you think that the pain would be numb by now? He told me again, the day before he died, “Child, if I didn’t have you, I wouldn’t even want to live.” Knowing how deep his love was, is the reason I am glad that God took him instead of me. If I had been taken, he would have grieved himself to death. I had much rather this pain be mine than to think that he would have to bear it for even a day.

I met Eddie when I was 22 months old. I have no memory of that day but he has told me about it so many times. He and his wife, Delia, were already in their sixties when I went to live with them. They had already raised a little black girl for about 16 years.

Then here I came, a pitiful little white child. They must have been colorblind when it came to children in need. I have read letters from the other little girl that they raised, written to Eddie when she was a middle-aged woman. They are full of love, and thankfulness, and appreciation. They mention over and over how good Eddie and Delia were to her. I would have known that, without reading the letters, just by seeing how good they were to me.

For several reasons… death, desertion, and lack of family love and support, we two little girls needed a home. More than just a home, we each, in our own time, needed to have a family. We needed to be loved. God blessed us by placing us in the Crowley home. Bettye Jo stayed sixteen years and I stayed only seven… Delia was diagnosed with cancer and had to return me to my reluctant relatives. After her death, Eddie continued to care for me in every way that a Father could. Even though I did not live in his home any more, he made sure that I had everything that I needed for the rest of his life, and then made sure that I had all he could give me, for the rest of mine.

He was a most generous man with money. He was, I suppose, very wealthy even back when I went to be with them. He owned hundreds of acres of land, raising cotton as his main crop. He owned his own cotton gin, grocery store, and raised many other things other than cotton. He said that he had people working for him by the hour, the day, the week, the month, on the halves, thirds, fourths and on shares. People that had worked for him became his friends, some of them until his death. He was a fair man. He was an honorable man. He loved people.

He also was loved… By so many…

Eddie stopped on the highway for people hitchhiking and gave them money. He bought gifts for young people in church that were going regularly and doing well. He helped several young couples make payments on their homes. He bought homes for several others. He gave away his own beautiful home fully furnished with many expensive antiques, located on a hundred acres of land, and moved into a small apartment that he had built. Eddie gave another relative seventeen hundred acres of land. He bought many automobiles for people through the years. Eddie knew nothing of being selfish. He loved the joy of giving. I remember once he invited two pastors to eat dinner with him and discovered he didn’t have silverware for three people to eat with. He had given all of his away.

When Eddie died and I had to make an inventory of his personal belongings for the trust officers… all of the contents in his small apartment would have fit in the back of a pickup… and no one would have even wanted them.

But I still keep his hat hanging on the rung of his favorite chair where I can see it every day. I still wear the ring that his parents bought for him on his 21st birthday in 1905 with his initials on it. He gave it to me the last year of his life. I still walk past the pictures I have of him displayed… everyday. He will never die so long as I keep his memories strong.

I asked Eddie one time what he would do different if he had his whole life to live over. He got a pained look on his face and said, “Child, I wouldn’t want my life to live over. I worked too hard… but if I did, I would start living for the Lord sooner. I wasted my youth not living for him.”

The Bible says that it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the gates of Heaven…
I don’t think that applies in the case of Eddie Crowley. I think God was just waiting for him to get through here, and come home.

(Written by one who loved him very much) “Candy”

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Name at birth:  	 Robert Gerald Coppe 
Date of birth:  	 16 February 1931 
Place of birth:  	 Chicago USA 
Date of death:  	 19 April 1995 
Place of death:  	 Sacramento USA 
Place of burial:  	 Pyramid Peak, Sierra Nevada, USA

Submitted by: Jeff Puthuff (hrdputty@ix.netcom.com)

Over the dead line we have called to you
To come across with a word to us,
Some beaten whisper of what happens
Where you are over the dead line
Deaf to our calls and voiceless

The flickering shadows have not answered
Nor your lips sent a signal
Whether love talks and roses grow
And the sun breaks at morning
Splattering the sea with crimson.

-Carl Sandburg
“Chicago Poems”

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Patriot, Pilot, Damned Fine Friend

Son of William and Dorothy
Husband of Shirley
Father of Kathleen and Timothy

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Name at birth:    Timothy R. Cleeton 
Date of birth:    07/18/56 
Place of birth:   Denver, Colorado 
Date of death:    02/13/96 
Place of death:   Newton, Massachusetts 
Place of burial:  Mt. Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Submitted by: Suzanne E. Marie (gracie@yvv.com)

A computer specialist, Tim passed away after a long battle with lung cancer. Survived by his parents Alan of Franklin, Ma, his mother Gloria of State College, Pa, his maternal grand-mother Theresa of Newton, Ma, his brother Glen of Newton, Ma, his sisters Deborah of State College, Pa, Victoria of Woonsocket, RI, and Sarah of Union, Conn. Also by his step-mother Marion of Franklin, Ma. Sincerely missed by a few close friends from who he was taken away from much too soon.

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Name at birth:  	 Elaine Louise Hampton 
Date of birth:  	 November 6, 1920 
Place of birth:  	 Tyrone, Penn. USA 
Date of death:  	 March 12, 1995 
Place of death:  	 St. Augustine, FL. USA 
Place of burial:  	 St. Augustine, FL. USA

Submitted by: Douglas Cisney (fcmb@aug.com)

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On a warm, early spring evening, April 21, 1998, my little 21 month old grandson, Andrew, was hit by a car and killed. Our family was traumatized by Andrew’s sudden and unexpected death. July 26, 1996, Andrew was born 2 months premature, barely weighing 4 lbs. He spent the first 2 months of his life in the hospital, learning all the things he should have learned in the womb. He had to be fed from a feeding tube because he was too young to know how to suck. His respiratory and digestive systems were not fully developed. Andrew was a little fighter and clung to life, giving his family much joy…endearing himself to each of us. God was good (isn’t He Always?…). Andrew thrived and grew more everyday. When he finally got to go home 8 weeks later, he went home on a heart monitor. It’s very common for “Preemies” to forget to breathe, so their hearts can stop beating. We had a couple of scares with his breathing, but all in all he did very well and was gradually weaned off the heart monitor. On this unforgettable spring evening, Andrew was run over by a car backing out of the driveway in front of his home. There was no negligence involved. Andrew’s family were out there with him. But it happened so fast, no one had a chance to save him. Andrew was Life-Flighted in a helicopter to the hospital, but when we arrived, we were taken into a small room and told that our Precious Little Baby Boy had not made it. He had extensive head injuries and we were later to find out that he had died instantly. This truly was a terrible tragedy that literally threw us all into a numb state of shock and an unshakable feeling of Disbelief. The driver of the car was devastated and in shock. In the middle of our own horror and grief, we all assured him that we didn’t blame him…it wasn’t his fault. My heart went out to him….It just happened too quickly for anyone to have a chance to react. It could have happened to any one of us. I pray for him often, for this is an awful thing to have to bear for the rest of his life. My daughter, Denise spent most of the time with her little son at the hospital, trying to say “good-bye” to the Little One who had fought so hard to survive just 21 months earlier. Andrew had bouncy little curls and had never had a haircut. Denise, looking bedraggled and lost came back into the room where we all were waiting, held out 3 little bottles in her hand and said, “Mom, I just gave Andrew his first haircut..” It was the most unbelievably sad thing that I ever have or probably ever will experience. Now…not only was I grieving for Andrew, but my heart was Broken for my daughter and grandson, Mario. The sad days that followed seemed like a dream…a numb blur. How unreal and somewhat twisted this whole thing was. And in the midst of all this, swirling around my head, was this total and absolute feeling of Disbelief that had attached itself to me like a balloon tied to a string around my waist. No matter where I went or what I did…there it was hanging on to me…DISBELIEF! The clinging feeling that “this isn’t really happening. There’s a logical explanation for what is really going on here…” Because Andrew had been taken from us so suddenly and unexpectedly, we were suffering quite severely from not being able to say “good-bye” to him as we might have had if he had died from an illness. This kind of a death snatches your loved one so brutally and unmercifully from your hands that the family is left with an unusual level of Shock and Grief and a Profound Sense of “Unfinished Business”… One minute he’s eating dinner with the family and running around in his diaper playing with his brother, and an hour later…He’s Gone… How can the human psyche possible comprehend and absorb this unnatural and bizarre twist of events and cope with the reality of it, and not even have a say in it???…All our choices and options were taken away from us. No one asked us if we were ready for this to take place. No one asked us if we were ready to say “good-bye” to Andrew….We weren’t given a decision to make. We weren’t given any options….We weren’t given any hope that maybe he would recover… It was just….BOOM!!! He’s Gone…now deal with it!! Case Closed! We had a short period of time to see him and say “Good-bye” privately as a family. I combed his beautiful curls with my fingers for the last time. I put my finger inside his chubby little fingers. I felt his soft little cheek that I had kissed so many times…for the last time…I brushed his long curly eyelashes with my finger… I kissed his sweet face for the last time…And now, quietly and gently we said “Good-bye” to our Precious Little Boy. It is hard to express the level of loneliness that I felt that day. Denise is the bravest young woman that I will ever have the honor of knowing. I Love Her with a New Love. The hardest death to comprehend and accept is the death of a child. But when that child is a baby and hasn’t had a chance to live yet, the Grief goes far deeper and stings like a whip. Andrew had just cut another tooth two days before he died…In my finite mind, these things were just incomprehensible. There are so many things about Grief that are the same for all of us who are “wounded grievers”. This thing called grief is an ominous thing. We can’t always recognize it as grief, but it comes in many packages. Sometimes it packs a wallop and knocks us off our feet. At other times it shows up in impatience or misplaced anger. We wonder why we are having such out-of-control feelings sometimes…And Grief never really leaves us, it just changes its disguise and moves around subtly, in and out of our lives. It may even seem to have vanished for a period of time, leaving us to wonder if we’re “all well” now… But I think that if the pain, if the Grief should ever leave completely and never come back…then I would miss its Presence. And that, to me would be an even greater loss… The whole community was touched by Andrew’s death. The Church was full for his Memorial Service. The outpouring of love and prayers and support held us up as we gave our Precious Baby over into the Loving Hands of Jesus. Jesus has never been more real and powerful and comforting, and His Presence so real than when I have had to let go of the ones that mean so much to me, and release them back to the Heavenly Father from Whom they came. That’s when He gives us His Unspeakable Peace that Goes Beyond All Our Understanding. It’s that very Special Peace of God, the God of All Comfort, that we only experience at those times when we are Releasing…Turning over…Letting go…Giving up to Him. My Grief was so great when Andrew died. Because he was snatched from us so suddenly and tragically, I was feeling very “disconnected” from him. There was still so much “Unfinished Business…” I had a compelling need to keep him included in our family and not to forget about him. So I began a Journal, “Letters To Andrew”. This gave me an outlet for my grief. I shared with him the depth of my sadness and the JOYS too. I “talk” to Andrew in my Journal. I tell him about the things that are going on in his family. I talk to Jesus in my Journal. The following is my first letter to Andrew, June 2, 1998, Day 42 after his death: My Dear Sweet Andrew, This Journal of letters to you is more for me than for you. It’s but yet another stepping stone along the painful path of the Healing of My Broken Heart. I write to you with all the Love of a Lifetime that was so brutally ripped from us the night you died. This is going to be a very difficult, but much needed, Labor of love. Sometimes I will tell you Happy things that bring a smile to both our faces, and there will be times that I will have all I can do to keep from drowning these pages in what seems like my Never Ending Tears. There will be times when I am in a Lighthearted, jovial mood, and I will bounce you on my leg, up and down, and you will smile and laugh with your little “button” mouth with the corners turned up. And I will sing to you and you will make me Laugh. And there will also be times when I talk to you on these pages when I feel Melancholy and Sad. And those times will be reflected here too. And you will have to press your Sweet Soft Cheek next to mine and Climb up into my lap and Hold me tight and Comfort me, or I Shall Surely die of a Broken Heart…. Today is Tuesday. Exactly 6 weeks since you died. It’s now 7:01 pm. You died at 7:37 pm, Tuesday, April 21, 1998. And from that night on, I have never been the same. I’m Missing You so tonite Andrew. I fear I will never be happy again. My Heart aches for you. There’s a heavy pain inside my chest. It is the aching emptiness and loneliness I feel without you. I am having a hard time writing this first entry… I cry for you…My Heart Longs for you. If I live to be 80 or 90, I will read these letters to you, and my Heart Shall Ache and I Shall Miss You as if You Left Only Yesterday. But today it’s all still so fresh and new that at some moments I feel that I cannot bear to be without You another minute. I see Your Sweet Little Face and Your Golden Curls all around me in pictures. Everything I do or say or think or feel is So Painful. Life Hurts so much right now for me My Dear Sweet Andrew…Jesus will have to Rock Me To Sleep Tonite. “Rock me Jesus, soft…and gentle…Rock me Jesus, so Tender tonite. Sweet Jesus quiet my spirit, slow my breathing…Assure Me of Your Presence…I must Climb Up into Your Lap Sweet Savior, and lay my head against Your Chest, Close to Your Heart…And You, My Father, Hold me close and Rock me…Rock me…Until I fall Asleep In Your Arms…for I am missing My Baby Andrew tonite… Our Beautiful Baby Who Is In Your Wonderful Presence now… “Rock Me…Hush, Hush…Sleep, Sleep… Jesus and Andrew are Rocking Me to Sleep Tonite… My spirit is now quiet, My Longing Heart Is Satisfied…And I am at Peace One More Nite.” O, My Sweet Baby Andrew, I have so much to tell you. So much has happened since Jesus took you. I’m writing to you because I want you to know all about your brothers and your Grampa and your Momma and Daddy. I felt like I was losing touch with You. You were Gone! POOF!! Just Like That! And I couldn’t bear the thought of You not being included in our lives anymore. So talking to you in these letters sort of “reconnects” you to us. And this Journal once again includes you… brings you back to us in a sense, to all of us who Love You. Please don’t think me morbid if I sometimes talk to you about your death and the things that happened afterwards. It is a Catharsis for me. That means that talking to you in this way helps to heal my Broken Heart. I have a deep compelling need to include you, My Precious Andrew, in the rest of our lives. I can’t seem to bring myself to say Good Nite to you, but I feel better now, and Jesus has Rocked Me and given me His Peace….So My Love….Good Nite…I Will Always Love You…. Forever and Always, Gramma And as I approached my first Christmas without him I wrote: Tuesday, Dec. 22, 1998 6:36 pm, Day 245 My Dear Sweet Andrew, O, My Baby, how I miss you so today. I could barely make it to work today. I almost turned around and came home. What a horrible struggle I had all day long. I thought I would be the one to go sailing through the Christmas Season cheering everyone along the way… But the old demons of death keep dancing all around me, taunting me, until I come apart at the seams. I recognized this morning, the old familiar pattern of grief. Fits of rage for seemingly no apparent reason that explode into uncontrollable crying spells. I need some quiet time, some sacred privacy to cope with my grief and unpredictable wave of emotions. I only hold them in for so long, and then they come gushing out all over everyone at the most unexpected times. I’m so glad I have you to talk to Andrew, because now you know and understand everything. I need your Sweetness to Rock me tonite. O, how I miss you Baby Andrew… I feel as devastated tonite as I did the nite you died. It’s New All Over Again. The Ache is fresh again…I’ve been thrown back to square one…I have to Learn to Walk All Over Again… Sing to me Andrew…Sit on my Lap and Hold Me Tight for I am Just A Little Girl Again, Andrew…so vulnerable, so Unsure, so Needy, so Scared…Rock Me, Baby…Rock me and Sing to Me…What New Songs do You Sing these days? What New Colors are in Your World Andrew??… Draw me a Picture Tonite…I Need to Feel Your Closeness…Breathe on Me Andrew, with Your Sweet Smelling Breath…press Your Soft Cheek next to mine… Sing to Me with Your Little Angel Voice that we got to hear for such a short time. At this Moment I feel that Eternity will not be long enough to spend with you…But it will…it will…THEN! Then! In Heaven it will be Satisfying and Will ease the Longing in My Heart For You. Because, Sweet Baby, My Sweet Andrew Baby, Heaven will make everything okay again… And I will Hold Your Pudgy Little Hand and we will Dance through Meadows, and Roll down Hills, and Wade in Cool Waters, and Catch Butterflies and Sing…Sing… Sing! You and I Andrew, will do All the Things Together THEN, that we never got to do Here…. I’m not afraid to die anymore, Andrew. For You will be the First One to Greet Me THERE! Maybe God will let You come down with the Angels to Carry My Soul to Heaven! What a Thrill that would be! Because of You Andrew, I have the Courage to die…but better yet, I Have the Courage to Live! You have done Both and so shall I…. I know now what God means when He says “There is Nothing Greater Than Love…” For I have Loved You Since the Foundation of Creation and Love is So Deep and So Wide and So Boundless, that as I Loved You Then, and as I Love You Now, I, too, Shall Love You with an Even Greater Love For All Eternity. That’s what You and I have, Andrew….ALL ETERNITY! TIME WITH NO END… And You will never be snatched from me again…. You have been Rocking Me Little One, And for Tonite, I am at Peace… From Creation Through ETERNITY I Will Always Love You… You have Eased the Ache In My Heart Tonite. I Am Eternally Yours, Gramma Andrew’s short life and unexpected death is teaching each of us many good things about life and death and God’s Love for us and His Great Purpose for Each of Our Lives. Andrew’s Life and Death Have NOT Been In Vain. And it is because I know the Savior Personally that I have the Complete Assurance that I will One Day See My Little Andrew Again, and Live with Him Forever….That is the Blessed Assurance and Hope that gives me the Strength and Courage to Go On Living. It won’t be long and I Will See Him Again. I am so Thankful that God Gave Andrew to us for 2 extra months because of his early birth. God Is Good…His Compassions Never Fail…”Though weeping may come for a night, JOY Cometh in The Morning.” Psalm 30:5 I am growing stronger in all the weak places of my Life because of the various Life Experiences, Tragedies and Joys that I have Encountered Along the Way. I know that each trial makes me a little Stronger to Bear the next one. I have Learned the Goodness and Kindness of Friends, Family and even Strangers Who Care. I’ve Learned too, that I can Survive the Deepest Grief that my Heart can bear…and not just survive it but be Victorious Over It, because Jesus Loves Me With A Love That Won’t Let Go… None of us ever wants to face these kinds of Sorrows and Losses, but we can only REALLY know the Savior intimately when we have had to Walk With Him through the Valley… putting one foot in front of the other and Trusting His Heart. I don’t want to walk there again…no one does…But I Know that I will have to again someday. And Now I KNOW that I Can…not just because I’ve been there…But Because I’ve Been There With The King….! Andrew Daniel… The Littlest Angel I Love You… Gramma

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