A Grandmother's Love.

Cyndi Williams

Angel Baby

Have you ever had a phone call that changed the course of your life in a split second? When Codey, my adult child called home and said he was going to be a father he was as excited as a little boy on Christmas. The phone line quivered with enthusiasm. 

When our conversation ended, reality hit me like a Mac truck. Not only were Codey and Megan going to be parents, I was being propelled into Grandma-hood. I remember thinking, “But I’m still too young and too cool to be at grandma”…at least in my own mind. Very quickly though, I fell in love with the idea. 

We planned, prepared, and prayed for our sweet baby on the way. The skies in his mommy’s and daddy’s future began to brighten with each passing month in anticipation of Jameson’s arrival.

I wrote this in honor of my son, my daughter in-law, and our Angel Baby, who was gone too soon:

We dreamt of him and his wonderful life, and all that he would be. We waited and anticipated him joining our family. Soon enough we got the call, our grandson was on his way, but his heartbeat was not found at the hospital that day.

The grief is indescribable, to lose a child this way. Jameson Matthew Williams, we celebrate you today. Our precious black haired angel sent from heaven, who was to beautiful for earth. I guess that is why God kept him on the day of his birth.

I shed a million tears when I looked at his beautiful, little face. His perfect hands, his tiny feet, our way too short embrace. Precious, small, little one, he will always be to me. As perfect, pure, and innocent as he was meant to be.

A visitor from heaven, accompanied by God’s grace; reminding us of untainted love and of a better place. God spared our little one from all the world’s pain. We try to locate silver linings, but sometimes it’s in vain. Jameson must have been a special angel if God needed him up there. Heaven is a wonderful home, which nothing can compare.

Jesus will take care of him and love him in our place, until we get to heaven and kiss that little face. Our love for him is eternal and strong, we will forget him never, the Grandson we had, but never had, and yet we’ll have forever.

One of my favorite songs describes Jameson’s birth and passing:

Like a flower that is just beyond your reach… gone to soon.

Born to amuse, inspire, and delight; here one day, gone one night…

Like a sunset dying with the rising of the moon…

Jameson Mathew Williams, my grandson, YOU were gone too soon.