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This page is in memory of our sweet
Jessica Catharine
May 15 - September 13, 1995
"Our Precious Baby Angel"
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit, and let the sound of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica:  look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims.
Such harmony is in immortal souls.
....Shakespeare, "Merchant of Venice"
Most people don't really know about our Jessie, what she was
really like.  They never saw just how big those beautiful blue eyes
could get, or how her sweet smile could light up the whole room.

They don't know that her favorite toy was her Minnie Mouse doll from Grandma,
or how she tugged on a balloon string to make it bounce, or how she always
quieted down to listen when her Big Bird toy played "Music Box Dancer."

Most people don't know how she talked every day with Mommy, and with
Grandma Lyn, and with Dr. Conley, who always understood every word she said.
They don't know that her Mommy stayed with her at the hospitals night and day,
and made her sweaters, and told her about mud pies, and made little angels to
hang over her bed, or that her sister Katie asked every day about "My Jessie."

They don't know how her Aunt Susan sang to her, or how her Daddy held her little
hand all through that long last night, because he said that's what Daddies are for.

Most people don't know what a very special child our Jessie was, or how long
and how hard she fought to stay with us. . . .but we want everyone to know
how very, very proud we all are of our sweet baby girl.
(Read at Jessica's funeral service, and written by her Grandma Lyn.)
"The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth."
....Wordsworth, Excerpt from Ode on Intimations of Immortality