 Tamatha "Tami" JoLynne Varner Watson February 8, 1972 - April 29, 2003    A smile is missing when saying one name. For parents who’ve lost a daughter or son, Nothing can bring back the delightful fun, Of watching them talk, laugh, or just run. The memories are all that we do have now, We do go on…..only God knows how. A New Year comes as midnight arrives, Our Angels still a big part of our lives. If only we could trade the presents we receive, For one more day with those whom we grieve! But nothing can bring back our beloved child, The one that laughed, cried, and often smiled. They are together in a much better place, Watching us cry…..touching our face! Although we miss them on Holidays to share, Be assured their loving presence fills the air, At home, in church, at New York’s Times Square! So celebrating the Holidays are now hard to do, But always remember they are thinking of you too, Wishing you happiness and showing their love, Not on this Earth, but from Heaven above!   GEOFFREY P. EDWARDS      To my dearest family that I left behind, I need to touch your heart tonight. For it's Christmas and you're missing me, And the season doesn't seem so bright. While others are celebrating the holiday, you find it hard to do the same. You watch other families gather in splendor, while you tearfully mention my name. I know it was painful for you this year, to decorate your Christmas tree. For you cried as you hung each ornament. Your thoughts were focused on me. You shopped for presents for others. Although you felt out of place. When each day was over, I could see loneliness written on your face. You can't seem to get into the spirit. To enjoy any festivities this year. But think of the Christmases in the past, and you'll feel my presence near. Yes, and I come tonight to let you know I'm happier than I could ever be. I'm spending my Christmas in Heaven; With the one who died for me. So go out and feel that Christmas cheer. Listen to the choirs as they sing. And know that I'm happier than I've ever been... Spending Christmas with the King.       I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way which you always used; put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow; laugh, as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together; pray, smile, think of me, pray for me; let my name be ever the household word that it always was; let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near -- Just around the corner. All is well." Written by Henry Scott Holland Canon of St Paul's, London, 1847 - 1918          To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew. Like a beacon in the night The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way. Oh, today I light a candle for you. The seasons come and go, and I'm weary from the change. I keep on moving on, you know it's not the same. And when I'm walking all alone Do you hear me call your name? Do you hear me sing the songs we used to sing? And I will light a candle for you. To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew. Like a beacon in the night The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way. Oh, today I light a candle for you. You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise, Always saw that something special deep within your eyes. And through the good times and the bad, We carried on with pride. I hold onto the love and life we knew. And I will light a candle for you. To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew. Like a beacon in the night The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way. Oh, today I light a candle for you.          For Your Beautiful Angel for Christmas With Love Ann, Laurasmom              A friend can hear a tear drop.                     
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