Jacky Ralph Amos

I took all live flowerrs and boquets off your grave cover in case of frost, but will put them back Wednesday when threat of frost is over.  Your box was filled with cards and notes, so I put those in a dated bag to be put with your other memorials.  I'll continue to empty the box once it fills up.  It's so neat that you get mail!

Love you.  You're forever on my mind.

One year ago your b'day I wrote to my barn how I wish that you would invite Amanda over to share your meat loaf meal since she loves meat loaf.  I wrote that I wished that you two could work things out.  I guess it wouldn't meant to be, and I wish her all of the happiness in the world now with the new life that she is about to step into.(Love you, Amanda!)  Well she was here today, I'm so glad, and hope that she comes to all of your future b'day parties as I think that you are going to be an official family/friend holiday.

Two years ago your b'day, I wote that you said my steak was better than Long'horns, but you wanted to stick to your meat'loaf for your b'day.  It was just us, you and me.  Same as lunch'time, just us.

Three years ago I wrote that I got you a small George Foreman grill, and that Angie got you an x'box.  I wrote that I was so proud how you kids treated each other on special occasions, so proud that you two loved each other so.

I miss you, Jacky.  This will be a b'day to remember, and would have been perfect and complete except that one person was missing.  YOU.

See you in your tomorrow!  I need to put Haven another movie in. 

Jacky, well...son, you are twenty nine in a few hours, but not here.  He called you and you heard him, and you walked away too soon.  For us, not for him.  For him you would hang the moon.

You didn't take him for a stranger, nor one moment linger.

Do you know what you just did?

You let him witness your surrender.

You dreamed your end was near, that you were almost gone.

Why did you do it, Jacky?

Thirst that he call you home?

Your dream was so sincere, a soldier for him be,

To be his mighty warrior...

You...had...to...leave...me.

Well, did he hold you like your father?

Do you see yourself in him?

I have no doubt about it, that it was a part of his great plan.

Do you dream your dreams from there now?

Do you have us in your sights?

No, your aim is on the persecutor, and fighting for what is right.

You laid your life down to that one that came to set us free.  How can I mourn your passing, when you went so willingly?

The persecutioner's intent was to take life away.  Your words, and yes, I can now see.  But it wasn't you, son, that he wanted.  It was your family.

So how is that fragrance of life that now surrounds you...my child, you apple of my eye?

You are singing praises that give us aid of hearing, and visions to our blind.

Yes, I can see the big plan now.

God called you to fight for us.

Your faith was stronger than the rest,

you will fight the persecutor on our behalf.

...But one more thing I have to ask...since I admire the way that you sent your appeal...

How does it feel now?

To live life real?

Thank you, Jacky, for praying for us, and your willingness to take the job.  True warrior style.  A thousand years is as of a day in heaven, so you will see us all again in your tomorrow.

Tomorrow for you.  Forever for me.

Happy Birthday.

I love you always and forever.

Mama

Lots of activity around here in your behalf, Jacky.  It's really good for me.  If I don't answer the phone tomorrow 4/10, it's because the power is out, electrician here.  Not that you would call...but somebody might.

I hope that Tony will be home.

Pray for Autumn.  You are at the knee of God.

See you in your tomorrow.  Love you forever.