She loved fire engine red.   She was my #1 Fan.

I thank the Lord for blessing me so richly with both my parents love. I gave them a difficult time through my growing up years and even on into my adulthood.  Mom was a light beckoning me home, and dad was her rock. Dad once said “Your mother never did a wrong thing in her life.” and he was right. She was an angel before she ever went to Heaven and I look forward to the day I see her again.  I love you Mom.

Oh what a day! What a day it will be when I see my mother again. 

I know she’ll be waiting right there for me when the Lord says “Beth, Come on it!”

There will be huggin’ in heaven, huggin’ in heaven, huggin’ in heaven, I am sure.

There will be huggin’ in heaven, huggin’ in heaven, huggin’ in heaven, I am sure.

Oh what a day when there’s no fear of tomorrow, all tears & sorrow washed away.

They’ll be no more sadness, only joy & gladness when the Lord takes us home one happy day.

There will be clapping in heaven, clapping in heaven, clapping in heaven, I am sure

There will be clapping in heaven, clapping in heaven, clapping in heaven, I am sure

Oh what a day! What a day it will be when I see my dear Saviors face. 

I know he’ll be waiting right there for me …I have been saved by His amazing grace

  We will be happy in heaven, happy in heaven, happy in heaven, I am sure     

We will be happy in heaven, happy in heaven, happy in heaven, I am sure 

Behold in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, we shall all be changed. 

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord…sing praises to his Holy Name. 

There will be yodelin’ in heaven, yodelin’ in heaven, yodelin’ in heaven, I am sure.  

There will be yodelin’ in heaven, yodelin’ in heaven, yodelin’ in heaven, I am sure.

ALo u, A Lay E, I Love the Lord, Love the Lord, I Love the Lord  

MAMAS SONG   Songwriter- Beth Williams  1984 

 THE WAY I DO     Songwriter- Beth Williams

ONE EMPTY CHAIR    Songwriter- Beth Williams 1994

I‘m gonna sing on the Opry before my life is through

It’s something me & momma dreamed I would do

The house will be packed, but for one empty chair

It really won’t be empty, momma said she’d be there

Chorus They’ll be one empty chair on the front row that night

reserved seating & a single red rose

They’ll be one empty chair on the front row that night

reserved seating for Heaven’s most beautiful rose

They’ll be laughing & singing, fiddles & guitar

Daddy will be smiling at the big country stars

As I walk on the stage, tears will fall from his eyes

for the wife of 40 years isn’t there by his side

Chorus They’ll be one empty chair on the front row that night

reserved seating & a single red rose

They’ll be one empty chair on the front row that night

reserved seating for Heaven’s most beautiful rose

And oh she’ll be happy in Heaven that night, a

nd telling everybody she meets

How she saw me on the Opry & with love shining bright

from the front row, she held a rose out to me.  CHORUS

TIMES NOT HEALING   Songwriter- Beth Williams 

Red lipstick on white cigarettes remind me of you

Yellow roses in the backyard are left alone

Cause you’re not home to bring them to

(Chorus)

Times not healing…someone said it would

Times not healing the fact you’re gone for good

Times not healing, whoa times not healing

Times not healing losing you

Quiet footsteps in the kitchen

Whisper softly to me of days gone by

The lonely beating of a heart so needing

to hear you say it’s okay, now don’t you cry

(Bridge)

In the back roads of my mind I know this was meant to be

But the highway to my heart leads straight back to your memory

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SMOKING SECTION IN HEAVEN!  WARNING!  Politically Incorrect Song,

but I feel sure my mom would have loved it!

 

Perhaps in what felt like a dream you heard the  sound of shouting and joyful laughter at 2:35 am, Texas time on Oct. 25, 2007.  That was Dad being reunited with mom.  Kneeling beside his bed as he left the room I saw in my minds eye a healthy vivacious young man running with pure joy towards my mother, smiling as he lifted his arms to wave and yell “Frances! I’m here!”  And then he ran into her waiting arms.  He’s missed her so.

JOHN W. WILLIAMS, JR.

Oct. 14, 1932 – Oct. 25, 2007 John W. Williams, Jr., 76, after a courageous battle with a lengthy and painful illness, was blessed with a call to go to his Father on October 25, 2007. John was preceded in passing by Frances Roberts Williams, his beloved wife of 42 years. Senior Master Sergeant John W. Williams, Jr., USAF (RET) was a proud veteran who served his country in the United States Air Force for 27 years, earning numerous medals, awards and citations and shouldering heavy responsibility in assignments critical to national security throughout the Cold War. As a member of the Air Force Security Service Command, SMSgt Williams served around the world, including tours in Okinawa and Pakistan, working with both the Army and Navy in highly sensitive areas involving communications, intelligence and personnel. Upon leaving the service, John attended the University of Florida where he was a member of Psi Chi, the National Honor Society in Psychology. He obtained his Bachelor of Arts degree, and worked assisting and counseling other veterans until he finally retired. John was a wonderful man of great strength and integrity, and although his passing was a blessing to him, he will be sorely missed by those who loved him. Graveside services were held on Wednesday, Oct 31 at 10:00 a.m. at the Florida National Cemetery in Bushnell, Florida.

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