~LET ALL WHO VISIT BE BLESSED WITH JOY, LOVE AND PEACE~
TaShawn Smith was surrounded by her fellow brothers in arms as she said goodbye to her two children -- ages five and six -- during funeral services at Antioch Missionary Baptist Church on Friday, March 28, 2014.
Amaya Smith and her little brother, Nicholaus Epps, were brought down a historic east-side street on a horse-drawn carriage, as their mother watched on from a wheelchair. The two siblings died as a result of a head-on car crash on N.W. Loop 410 on March 7th.
TaShawn Smith was severely injured in the wreck and has undergone surgical procedures to repair her legs. The two-time war veteran is an active U.S. Army reservist currently serving at Ft. Sam Houston.
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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
{{Rest in Peace Amaya}}}
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Heartfelt thanks to Karen Lovy for honoring Amaya with sponsoring her memorial
~LET ALL WHO VISIT BE BLESSED WITH JOY, LOVE AND PEACE~
TaShawn Smith was surrounded by her fellow brothers in arms as she said goodbye to her two children -- ages five and six -- during funeral services at Antioch Missionary Baptist Church on Friday, March 28, 2014.
Amaya Smith and her little brother, Nicholaus Epps, were brought down a historic east-side street on a horse-drawn carriage, as their mother watched on from a wheelchair. The two siblings died as a result of a head-on car crash on N.W. Loop 410 on March 7th.
TaShawn Smith was severely injured in the wreck and has undergone surgical procedures to repair her legs. The two-time war veteran is an active U.S. Army reservist currently serving at Ft. Sam Houston.
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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
{{Rest in Peace Amaya}}}
(ยฏ`vยดยฏ)
`*.ยธ.*ยด
ยธ.โขยด ยธ.โข*ยจ)ยธ.โข*ยจ)
(ยธ.โขยด(ยธ.โข(ยธ.โข(ยธยธ.โขยจยฏ`โข.ยธยธ.💜
Heartfelt thanks to Karen Lovy for honoring Amaya with sponsoring her memorial
