Jina Ree Davis April 19, 1996 - May 17, 1999 Little Jina will be there in his heart and soul ... ALWAYS Words and music by Irving Berlin I'll be loving you ...always. With a love that's true...always. When the things you've planned need a helping hand I will understand..always...always. Days may not be fair...always. That's when I'll be there...always. Not for just an hour, not for just a day, Not for just a year but...always. Jina was the "Chairperson" that year. From Aunt Faye, Mother of Lisa Great aunt of Jina Date: 6/25/99 1:12:56 AM Eastern Daylight Time Hello friends… It's been a while, and we are still hanging in there. Good days and bad days. Things are beginning to take on some sort of sanity at the Davis household. I would like for everyone to read the rest of this and keep an open mind. OK? You know, the Lord uses various methods to communicate with us. I believe he picks the way that will work the best with each of us as individuals. I believe this is what happened a week or so ago with our son, Evan. Big Boy (Evan) got up a few mornings ago and told his Mom that "Boy, I am sleepy and tired, because I was gone all night." Of course, Regina knew that he was in his bed all night, (?) so she asked him what in this world he was talking about. I will quote as much as memory allows, so forgive the syntax errors. "Mommy, when I went to bed last night, I turned into some sort of airplane, except there was nobody inside me, and I flew up through the house and outside in the sky and flew up and up and up, way up in the sky, all the way to Heaven. The light was so bright there it got into your eyes, but it didn't hurt. Jesus was there waiting for me, and I turned back into me. He was a real big man. He told me that there was someone here who wanted to see me. There were lots of houses there, and I looked and looked for my baby sister, Jina. And, I looked and looked, and I finally found her in a house playing with some toys. She saw me and we hugged and hugged and kissed and kissed for a long time. You know, Mommy, she has her long hair now, and it is curly. (It was straight, but when Jina lost her hair, she would say that when it grew back, it would be curly like her big brother's.) We had fun and played for a real long time, but I started turning back into an airplane again, and I started crying because I did not want to leave. But, Jesus came back to me and told me not to cry because it would be OK, and that me and Jina and my family would be together here very soon. You know, Mommy, Jesus is real nice. You would like it in Heaven, Mommy; everything is real clean. I started flying back and flew all the way back to my bed, and it was morning." We will see...maybe a dream... maybe something else. think about their life and future. Tim Davis Jina Angel and Evan's dad a pale yellow dress; and he said that there were big, fluffy "pillows" in Heaven. We took these to mean "clouds." that “shined like they were on fire.” Such a Precious Child Now an ANGEL that Shines IN HEAVEN ALWAYS GOD BLESS Sue-Anne/LEE by Alison for Emily (2/98) Angels are little girls that have gone above Especially Emily the one that I love Sometimes I really cry and cry Because my little sister has gone up high I smile to see her picture upon the wall She is my guardian angel when I slip and fall No matter what you look like No matter what you do You'll always be my sister My one and only you This poem was written to Emily Shenae Graham 8/28/95 from her big sister Alison Thank you for allowing Evan to borrow it for "his" page for his sister Jina! This webpage is created Maria's Tribute to Christopher |