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Jesus Called Heather Lynne Williamson Home on April 19, 1999
"Heather, come, it's Jesus, hold out your hand my child, Take my hand, as the Heavenly Father is waiting for you, In Heaven, today, April 19,1999... Heather reaches for Jesus's hand then stops, Turns her head away from His, and looks back... "I can't go yet... What will happen to my little baby sons, and to my Mom? They will be so torn apart, especially my Mom, what will happen to her? What will my death do to her? She worries about me and my sons so much And I worry so much about my sons and my Mom!" |
"Heather, it's okay, trust me, take my hand, as your time on Earth is over!
You have completed your Lifes Purpose. It is now time to return to heaven to your Heavenly Father." As Heather takes Jesus's hands and walks through the bright, white light, She looks back once and said "Good-bye just for awhile my sons, and remember, I will always Love and Watch over you, dearly! I Love you, Xavier and Kiven. Mother, you will be OK... as Jesus has promised this to me... Remember Mom, I am always with you, in thoughts and in your heart and your precious memories of us, together... I'll be forever watching over you Mother and until it is your time to cross over and return to your heavenly home." |
Love Forever Mother,
Your only daughter Heather Lynne, (you know what I am referring to in this signature) We shall be together forever in time! |
Written by Linda S. Morton
March 23,2007 Copyright © Linda S. Morton 2007 |
Letter to my Darling daughter Heather Lynne,
8 years later, I still see your face, hear your laughter in my mind and treasure all the precious memories of you and our Life together... I Loved you then and I Love you more now, Heather Lynne, on your 8th Heavenly Anniversary, today April 19,2007. Not a minute, second, day or night goes by, that you are not in my thoughts and in my heart. Your murder has left an empty void in my life, My Heavenly Sunshine-You, were taken away from me, I lost my Only Beautiful Daughter and my Best Friend in my Life. I celebrate your Life today and all the wonderful joys that you brought to me, your smile, your teasing way, your echoing laughter, your teasing pranks on me. |
Oh! the fun and laughs that we shared together...
We were a Mother and a Daughter-Team, that is for sure... Your teenager years, brought many trials into my life, but eventually you got the message-that Mom, was right, You did know what I was talking about and that I only wanted the best for my daughter. Those years were rough for us, but slowly you grew up into a very sweet, gentle, loving women and we found our paths again together Even though we were 5,000 miles a part... me in U.S. And you in the Caribbeans' Islands-Puerto Rico... I would give anything to have you back, Safe and sound and all the collect phone calls... But that is not possible, so I wish you, Heavenly peace, my darling daughter Heather, I love you so much and I am looking forward to the day that we will be united together in Heaven. Love, Your Mom |
Written by Linda S. Morton
March 27,2007 Copyright © Linda S. Morton 2007 |
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Thank you Donna and Angel Corey |
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Thank you Carol and Angel Michael |
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Thank you Joyce and Angel Lauren |
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Thank you Carolyn and Angel Trissie |
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Thank you Lynn and Angel Ken |
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Thank you Susie and Angel Jason |
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Thank you Cindy Jo and Angel Michelle |
Thank you Karen and Angel Geoff |
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Thank you Christine and Angel Deborah |
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HAPPINESS
Everyday we reminice Dreaming of your tenderness How we still wish you were with us Our Happiness If the skies be grey or blue How we long to be with you Especially now we don't have you Our Happiness |
A million years it seems
Have gone by since we shared our dreams We wish we could hold you again Then there wouldn't have to be any memories then "MOM, BOYS AND FAMILY" Everyday I am with you In everything you say and do Just open your hearts and don't be blue YOUR HAPPINESS Written By Sue-Anne Aguilera~~~Mom to ANGEL Lee |
Thank you Sue-Anne and Angel Lee |
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You are listening to Josh Groban "To Where You Are" |
~Copyright Disclaimer~
All songs throughout my website are for entertainment and educational purposes only. All copyright holders still retain any and all of their rights. Please support the artists by purchasing their CD's/Tapes. No financial gain is made by the website, only music appreciation. |
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Thank you Reeny and her Angels Dustin and Becky |
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Thank you Beth and her Angel Hayes |