~Jerry's Journey~

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WHAT IS A SON
A SON IS THE MOST PRECIOUS & GREATEST GIFT GOD CAN GIVE TO A MOTHER AND A FATHER. IN RETURN WE TRIED TO GIVE YOU THE VERY BEST POSSIBLE IN LIFE, A GOOD HONEST LOVING HOME, THE GREATEST LOVE AND A LOT OF SPECIAL GIFTS YOU "JUST WANTED". AS WE LOOK BACK THE MOST IMPORTANT GIFT WE GAVE YOU WAS TAKING YOU TO CHURCH, SUNDAY AFTER SUNDAY, YEAR AFTER YEAR. THEN ONE DAY GOD BLESSED US AND LET US SEE A MIRACLE. WE SAW YOU RECEIVE THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL "JESUS".
SUNDAY SEPT 7TH 1986, JERRY HAD PURCHASED HIS TICKET AND WHEN JESUS CALLED HIM HOME. HE WAS READY.

Written by: Jerry's mother in 1993, 5 years before Jerry's death,
Jerry was killed in a 4 wheeler accident on a Friday night about 10:30 pm August 20th 1999.
*Thought for the day: The only earthly treasures you can take to Heaven with you are your children!
Jerry liked to said; "Don't weary about me * I am ready when God calls me home. Thank God he was.

A POEM FOR JERRY (Sept 1999) All sandy hair with skinned up knees. Riding bikes and climbing trees. We watched you grow from just a boy. To all of us you were a Joy. As time went by you grew up strong and your laughter it was like a song. Your gentle way, your sparking eyes, these are the hardest things about good-byes. A handsome young man with a heart of gold. A true friend to all both young and old. You never did judge or hold on to a grudge. You never grew to angry it just wasn't you. We never knew one who gave love so free. You made us all look, and you made us all see, that people are all different as night and as day, but each one is special in their own way. You taught us that sometimes all folks really need is a pat on the back or a tug on the sleeve. That to every story there's another side, that sometimes the worst thing in this world is our pride. You left us dear friend on a hot summer night. We have to go on thou it takes all our might. Now when we hear your voice, it sparkles & sings. Now your beautiful spirit soars on gossamer wings. One precious boy who helped us to see that things are just things and always will be. That the touch of a hand or the smile on a face will take us much farther in this human race. Your parents and brother so lonesome and sad, Oh how they grieve for the boy that they had. They cling to each other to hold and to love, but Oh how they miss the one gone on above. To be with the father who always had and always would, love him more than even they could. So often we wish we could just see your face once more We really would love to just touch your hand, for we know they are playing in God's Angel Band. Someday in heaven when I find my way. We'll sit and we'll talk on that uncloudy day. I know that God loves you as much as could be. So Jerry please put in a good word for me.
By: Pam Ramey 9/99

Jerry touched the heart of a young child One year later a small child remembers Jerry WORDS OF A CHILD AS HE REMEMBERS "JERRY"
Jerry Woody show me how to fly kites, and help my Pop to fly kites, and help my dad too. Jerry Woody likes to fly kites.
A J KEY (AUG 30TH 2000)

This site is being created because a special friend shared her web site with me I got to know my friend after my son's death. She knew my pain & called to help, because she had lost her son "Corey" and knew what I felt. A big Thank you for being there for me!

*Click on Photo for larger view Jerry in Destin Florida. Jerry & his brother & family went to Destin, Fl in 1998, Jerry had a blast! Little did we know it would be our last family vacation together. Love & miss you Jerry, see you again in Heaven for good times again.

ISAIAH 40:31 - But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Angels An Angel takes form and has many looks As seen in pictures and described in books Some with Cherub faces that come in your dreams Dressed all in white with feathery wings But, to those who are aged and living alone An Angel is a voice at the other end of the phone To a country in trouble, where lives have been torn Angels come wearing a uniform An Angel looks like a child of two When they give you a hug and say,"I love you." An Angel is a friend who is always around Who listens when we're feeling down... Angels may come to protect us from danger Or, born long ago and placed in a manger An Angel is sent from our Lord up above To watch over and keep us and given in love Do I believe in Angels? I definitely do!!! Sent straight from Heaven with comfort for you> When times get stormy, They keep us calm My own precious Angels call me, Grandma and Mom! THIS POEM TO ME FROM FRAN (THANKS)

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A YEAR AS PASSEDA poem by Pam Ramey 8/2000

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~Music~I Will Always Love You~Whitney Houston~