Lavon Watson

My Dear Lavon, Thank you so much for being so good to me. I treasure all of the good times we had together. I loved all of our fun adventures to Key Largo, Holden Beach, Sedona, The Ellen DeGeneres and Jay Leno shows and all of our casino trips. I'll never forgot how your face lit up when Tim McGraw came out on the stage at the Jay Leno show. You couldn't believe he was that close to you. We had so much fun together. Those will always be such sweet memories for me! I will miss you terribly Lavon, but I am so happy you are now free and with Our Lord and Savior. I promise I will check on the girls and help them every step of the way. I love you...... Cindy

I LOVE AND MISS YOU DEARLY EACH DAY MOM, R.I.P. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN REJOICE WITH YOUR LOVED ONES IN YOUR NEW BODY, SO HAPPY YOUR IN HEAVEN WITH OUR GREAT LORD PLEASE WATCH OVER US, AND GIVE US SIGNS DAILY YOU ARE NEAR US, I LOVE YOU MOM, FROM YOUR DAUGHTER RENEE BEST MOTHER THE LORD COULD HAVE GAVE ME I WILL CHERISH EVERY SPECIAL MEMORY AND MOMENT WE HAD AND THANK THE LORD I GOT TO SPENT THE TIME YOU HAD LEFT ON EARTH TOGETHER I WILL CHERISH THAT FOR LIFE

Love you GiGi, I will keep my promise to you always. I know you will be keeping an eye on us in Heaven. I sill remember the first cheese omlette you fixed me for breakfast some 40 years ago. Delicious. This is one of my favorite Native American prayers from one Cherokee to another, I give you this one thought to keep - I am with you still - I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone - I am with you still in each new dawn. All my love, Vick

My condolences, thoughts and prayers go out the Watson family. May you feel HIS peace and strength as you prepare to celebrate your sweet moms life. Kay

We will miss an old friend. Our memories of the times past are bountiful. Love to you all Leon & Carol ps Perhaps she might hit your dad over the head with a frying pan again when she arrives up there.