HONORED ON PANEL 2W, LINE 113 OF THE WALL
CARTER AVERY HOWELL
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CARTER A HOWELL
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POSTED ON 5.15.2007
POSTED BY: Elisabeth Pate Bovee (Howell)
Carter Avery Howell
POSTED ON 5.15.2007
POSTED BY: Elisabeth Pate Bovee (Howell)
You Will Always Be My Daddy
Although you are not there in person, you are always there in my heart. I love you, daddy.
I have a husband of 17 years and three beautiful sons that you would be proud of. I talk about you to them all of the time. Grandmomma tells me stories of you everytime I visit and we have a lot of laughs and I know you were such a gift to her. You are very special and a lot of people love you and miss you. I know you did what you had to do for our country and I am very proud of you. Your pictures hang on my walls so I can look at you every day. You will always be my daddy!
I have a husband of 17 years and three beautiful sons that you would be proud of. I talk about you to them all of the time. Grandmomma tells me stories of you everytime I visit and we have a lot of laughs and I know you were such a gift to her. You are very special and a lot of people love you and miss you. I know you did what you had to do for our country and I am very proud of you. Your pictures hang on my walls so I can look at you every day. You will always be my daddy!
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POSTED ON 3.7.2007
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
On Silver Wings
POSTED ON 1.15.2006
POSTED BY: Bob Ross
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932
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POSTED ON 5.29.2003
POSTED BY: Rebekah Burrows (17)
I am too young to remember
I am too young to remember the reasons for War
I am too young to remember the draft, or the pain
I was not born yet when you fought for our Nation
But I will live in gratitude for the gift you gave me
To be born in a country without communism
A country that is free!
Thank you so much
I am too young to remember the draft, or the pain
I was not born yet when you fought for our Nation
But I will live in gratitude for the gift you gave me
To be born in a country without communism
A country that is free!
Thank you so much
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