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| Emily & Andrew |
| There will come a Day written by Bill Luther/Amiee Mayo, Chris Lindsey I's not easy trying to understand How the world can be so cold Stealing the souls of man Cloudy skies rain down on all your dreams You wrestle with the fear and doubts Sometimes it's hard, but you gotta believe Chorus: There's another place where our Father waits And every tear He'll wipe away. The darkness will be gone The wear shall be strong Hold on to your faith There will come a day There will come a day Wars are raging Lives are scattered Innocence is lost Hopes are shattered The old are forgotten Children are forsaken In this world we're living in there anything sacred The song will ring out down those golden streets The voices of Earth with the angels with sing(Hallelujah) Every knee will bow Sin will have no trace Of His amazing grace Every knee will bow Sin will have no trace In the glory of His amazing grace |
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| Emily Grace, Words can't tell you how much we all miss you, how we all wish we douls have known you, seen you, watched you grow. We know that you are safe, happy, and perfect in Heaven with your brother, sisters, cousins, and great-grandparents and Grandpa Jones. I know that you smile down on us all in every sunbeam, raindrop, and falling leaf...all three of you do. I've been blessed to carry 6 wonderful babies, one of them is you, my darling angel girl...thank you for the blessing and the fingerprints you've left on my heart. I love you, Mama |
| Tim and Jill only knew about Emily Grace about 12 hours when Jill started to bleed. They lost Andrew early on as well, but felt that the baby was a boy. |
| Andrew Lee, My son...words I'll never utter to anyone outside my house. My son plays football...my son is the pitcher...my son is going to be an astronaut. But no, my son is an angel. I'm sure you'd have been so handsome, dark like Daddy, with dimples like your sisters and spoiled rotten. I wonder what it would be like around here with another man in the house. You'd be 5 now, going to school, oh my! Four of you in school already? That can't be possible. I miss you dear boy. You and your sisters are treasures too great to describe and too precious to keep to myself. Your fingerprints on my heart have their very own space Buddy...just as they should. Thank you for touching my life and making me your mama. I love you Andrew, Mama |
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| Andrew Lee August 1996 |
| Emily Grace October 1995 |