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In Loving Memory of Robert James "Robbie" Gambrell III October 7, 1969 - June 16, 1994
In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He was with God in the beginning.
Through him all things were made;
without him nothing was made that has been made.
In him was life, and that life was the light of men.
The light shines in the darkness,
but the darkness has not understood it.
John 1:1-5
Christmas Blessings From Angel Laura
Holidays In Heaven
The Holiday Season is just not the same,
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!Written by Dan Bryl, Lawrenceville, GA TCF
In Memory of his daughter, Jessica
Light A Candle
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.
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.
Christmas Thoughts
Beyond the Christmas trees, the angels
and the stars and beloved carols . . .
Beyond the presents, the shopping,
the baking and cooking . . .
Beyond all these sights and sounds
of Christmas . . .
Beyond all of these . . . there is hope.
Hope . . .
For the bereaved parent,
even at Christmas, one of the most,
if not THE most painful times
of the year,
there is an essence of hope.
Hope . . .
It is the hope that someday the pain
of the death of our children
will be eased.
The hope is that once again
we will laugh and love and cry
completely without fear
and hollowness.
It is the hope that someday
we can remember our children
with a tenderness
tinged with sorrow
And not overwhelmed with it.
So it is that for each of you
I would hope . . .
peace, compassion, love,
understanding, sympathy,
sharing and listening.
In the sharing of our grief
with one another,
and in the emotional support,
we give to one another,
we receive and understand
all these gifts.
~ Author Unknown
Our Christmas Angels 2008
You have made a beautiful page for Robbie! I am attaching a gift for him. I can't help but be attracted to all angels named Robbie!!
Love and hugs,
Saralyn Robbie Smith Memorial
You are already on the "road to peace"! Look around. Breathe
deeply. Enjoy. You can be happy NOW. Indeed, happiness can only
be found in the present
Love and Hugs!
Patti
Happy New Year
Merry Christmas 2008
Dustin's Christmas Page
A small gift for the Gambrell family for Angel Robbie's
Christmas page. May God bless you always. Geoffrey P. Edwards
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