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Annie
was our joy. She smiled constantly, never met a stranger, loved Jesus with
a purity of faith that few adults can maintain. Annie was a artist who
drew portraits, did graphic design, quilted, sewed, crafted in every imaginable
material, made puppets and preformed puppet shows, wrote short stories, and
taught sign language. Most of all, Annie brought to me (and I'm certain to
many others also) the joy of knowing I was truly and genuinely loved by someone
special. Annie leaves behind her loving husband Shon, her beautiful
daughter Samantha, her wonderful son Jonathan, and scores of family members;
some related by blood but many more related by mere love.
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ANNIE’S POEM
By Bob Blackman
Copyright © 2003
The daughter I found later in the day
She who’s life was never mine to guide
Was never mine to cherish on the way.
She who’s life was never mine to guide
Turned out as lovely as a spring bouquet
And managed well without me, I’ll confide.
Turned out as lovely as a spring bouquet
With smile that showed the love she had inside,
And joy more rich than Rembrant could portray.
With smile that showed the love she had inside,
For hubby, child and all she met along the way.
Including me, and filled my life with joyful pride.
For hubby, child and all she met along the way,
And Jesus Christ with whom her heart allied
She gave sweet blessings out of love, not for display.
And Jesus Christ with whom her heart allied
In answer to the prayer that I would often pray
Gave me a daughter, with all the word implied.
In answer to the prayer that I would often pray
With goodness, charity and eagerness of stride,
She danced into my life, a sweet ballet
With goodness, charity and eagerness of stride,
With joy enough to fill a cabaret
She rounded out my life every side.
With joy enough to fill a cabaret
My daughter she forever will abide,
From now, until I sleep beneath the ley.
My daughter she forever will abide,
The daughter I found later in the day.
For her, I’ll ever praise my Lord and guide.
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In
loving memory of our daughter
Ann
Elizabeth Latty
Born: Ann Elizabeth Wood on November 28, 1970
Adopted:
August 13, 2000
Went to
be with her Lord: March 4, 2008
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Annie loved telling stories to her
children. She wrote and illustrated her stories with the hope that one day
they would be published. When God took her home on March 4, 2008, I
determined to see some of her stories published. This story, Little Gracie
Mae is one of my favorites. The story and all illustrations are Annie's
and the cover art is one of her watercolor paintings. If
you click on the cover photo you will be taken to the publisher's
web page. To keep the cost as low as possible, the purchase price
listed includes only the publishing cost. No royalties are being
paid to anyone in connection with this book. |
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