One My Son,The Other My Nephew
So Sweet,I Miss Them So
Well On With
My Story
What A Doll He Was
Mom Used To Say He Had More Hair
Than Most Men
My Niece Was Preg With Chris
She Used To Say;Aunt Susie,I Want A Boy As
Sweet As Ray
I Said;Mary,Whatever You Have,The Baby
Will Be Just As Sweet,
Ray Was So Good,Never Cried Unless Hungry Or Wet,
Seemed Real Healthy
The Night Before He Died My Sister(Bettyboop57)
And IWere Playing With Him,
She Put A Ribbon In His Hair
He Smiled At Her,
We All Went To Bed
Raymond Never Woke Up,He Went Home To
Be With Our Father
We Were Lost Without
Him.
Didnt Know How I Could
Live Without Him,
That's When I Turned To God,And Got Saved
All I Could Think
About Was
Being With My Baby!!
Later My Dad Died,Was Very Hard To Bear
But I Had Jesus.
Chris Was Born
Wow What A Doll,I Was Actually
Scared To Love Him Tho
But Everybody Loved Chris
I Was So Scared
I Was Gonna Lose Him Too
I Even Had A Dream That
A Little Boy Died In Our Family.
And Was Buried In The Same Lot As
Ray
A Year And A Half Passed
And Chris Was Still With Us
So I Forgot The Dream.
Came To Visit Us And Chris Said;
Aunt Tusie,Can I Tay Alnight
I Said;Not Tonight Honey,Maybe Next Weekend
Next Weekend Never Came For Him
Something Was Wrong With Chris
They Were Taking Him To The Hospital
He Was Diagnosed With Epiglitos
He Went In On Sunday Night And
Died Tuesday Morning
Again We Were Devastated,But We Had God!
He Was Buried In Same Lot With Ray.We Miss And Love Them So Much.
Raymond
Lloyd
I'll SING YOU TO
SLEEP
was much shorter than it should've been
be,
But inside my heart I still hold you,
Not a day goes by that I don't think of
you
I sit beside you every night and stroke your hair
My face touches you and gives you a kiss on your cheek,
My baby, I only wish we had shared more time,
And birthday,
I feel in my life there has been an empty
spot,
I have watched you struggle throughout the
years,
Those Christmas's and birthday's we didn't get to
share,
I have felt you in many ways,
When you start to sing,
Just as you can count, on my brothers and
sisters to help,
I will come close and hug you real tight,
a ballplayer or a Doctor.
4~19~2000
By Janet Westover