In Loving Memory of
Jina Ree Davis
April 19, 1996 - May 17, 1999

Jina Ree’s Party

It was just another morning, nothing special, nothing new,
I was swamped under as usual, with all I had to do.
The softball games, the P.T.O., all the places I had to go.
I thought, one day they will be grown.
I’ll have some time again for my own.
My Route was kind of heavy, nothing special on that day.
I had delivered to the parts store and happened to look across the way.
What caught my eyes were the presents, and all the bright balloons,
There was a birthday party in the cemetery.
For an angel taken, way too soon.
I found out later, her name was Jina Ree.
The Lord and cancer took her when she was only three.
It was a bright spring morning, the skies were awesome blue.
My tears fell like rain, and washed all the pollen off my shoe.
When I got home that evening, all was special, all was new.
What had seemed like way too much, became not enough to do.
What had been a burden, became a pleasure,
When seen with my new eyes.
My children became my treasure, not a thorn in my side.
Jesus loves the little children, never wishes them any harm.
I know today in Heaven you play, and rest in Jesus’ arms.
Thought I never met you, and your face on Earth I’ll never see.
Your little heart touched my heart.
Thank you and God bless you, Little Miss Jina Ree.

By: James Oliver Joyner

After receiving and reading the poem written by Oliver Joyner, a now retired UPS delivery guy, we learned that 'you never know who's watching'
and that even through the midst of our pain and grief, God uses us to touch others.
Love, Tim Davis
"Jinas dad!"

Jina’s Home

Oh, I hear the angels singing,
Heaven’s bells are ringing.
There’s a little girl on her way,
For our Father called her home today.
There’s, a smile on her face as she takes her place
And starts singing “Amazing Grace”
With her eyes all aglow and her wings in a flutter,
She flies to open arms, bigger than any other.
For she’s in the arms of Jesus, safe and secure,
No more pain she will endure.
With a soft angelic voice she says,
“Jesus, tell my Mommy, Daddy and Evan,
That one day I’ll see them up in Heaven.
And as they walk through those gates of pearl,
They will see their precious little girl.
For I will be singing,
Heaven’s bells will be ringing.
For then together we’ll be,
For all eternity.”
Written by Pam Giles, 5/17/1999


Are there birthdays in Heaven?
Does the angel blow his horn?
Announcing to everybody
That this is the day you were born?

Can the stars be your balloons
And angel food your cake?
Presents wrapped in moonbeams
All the angels helped to make.

Birthdays meant so much to you
They were always a big deal
Birthday presents, lots of friends
And perhaps a special meal.

So I'll whisper a little prayer today
Asking everyone up above
To sing you a Happy Birthday song
And give you all my love.
~ Author Unknown

This is a beautiful and loving gift for Angel Jina from my dear friend, Carol, mom to Angel Michael.

"Birthdays are sad for me now. Not the "age" thing ... that's silly. It's the memories of happy birthdays past that come back.

For me, every birthday brings me back to the one in 1999. We were in a hotel room in Memphis, near St. Jude's Children's Hospital where she was being treated. After much fanfare, Jina walks up to where I am sitting and hands me a gift bag, and gives me the most wonderful present she could ever give me. She says ..."Happy birthday, daddy. Me loves you," and gives me a wonderful hug.

I hugged her back for quite a while, and when she let go, and started walking away, I exploded in tears, uncontrollable. I knew that would be the last birthday I would share with her.

Nothing short of death will take that memory away from me. I can still hear her squeaky voice, and can still feel those slight little arms around my neck.

She held on so tight...almost like she knew."
By Jina's daddy, Tim, on his birthday

These two very special gifts for Angel Jina are from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~ Rob Northrop's Site.

We Do Not Need A Special Day

We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find

Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on

Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know

Our thoughts are always with you
Your place no one can fill
In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still

There will always be a heartache
And often a silent tear
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here

If tears could build a staircase
And heartaches make a lane
We'd walk the path to Heaven
And bring you home again

We hold you close, within our hearts
And there you will remain
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again

Our family chain is broken now
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
Written by Connie Dyer


I may be invisible to your sight
But I'm forever here
You may not hear me speak
But I'm forever whispering in your ear
You may not feel my touch
But I'm forever by your side
You may not feel my presence
But I'm forever going to remind you
my soul has NOT died
You may not see my face
But I'm forever smiling at you
You may not know I'm there
But I'm forever watching what you do
I may not breathe the same air
But I'm forever holding you
And though I can not be seen
I'm forever, like my love for you.
~ Author unknown

A Special Birthday

Please God, make them remember that today is a special birthday.
Make them understand that the memories don't go away.
Bless them with ears to hear and hearts that care.
Enable them to listen while I share.
Shelter them that they may never know my pain.
Help them to help me know that my child's life was not in vain.
Help them to remember, Lord,
that I wish my child was here so we could still celebrate.
To understand that I still feel the nearness of my child.
To see beyond my smile and the words "I'm OK"
Please God, let just one remember that
~ Author Unknown

This image above is a little gift to Jina from Aunt Faye.

For Tim, Evan and Family and ANGEL Jina

Oh my darling little ANGEL Jina
At the start of every day
I sit and think of you
Of how you use to play

Thinking back on you and Evan
When you were both in my life
Now you are not here Jina
It cuts me like a knife

But I am still with you Daddy
I see and hear you all the time
And in that you must believe
Oh Daddy you are still mine

Daddy, Evan told you he had a dream
Everything he told you was true
It was so nice to see him
So Daddy please don't be blue

My room, toys, and friends are so nice
And GOD he is such a nice man
You see, Evan saw it first hand
Everything is part of GODS plan

Daddy, Evan, everyone is part of GODS plan
Everyone will be here in some way
What ever way yours is, don't be scared
I will be waiting for you that day

I have to go now Daddy
GOD has things for me to do
Until we meet again
Look up, open your Heart
You will see me WATCHING YOU
Written By Sue-Anne Aguilera


In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera

ANGEL Michael

For Your Sweet Angel Jina
May God comfort you on this most painful journey of a life we did not choose
as this little cherub is loving you from heaven
for all of eternity until you meet again
With Love
Ann, Laurasmom

God's Special Angel
Loved and Remembered Forever

Angel Jina
You have touched my heart

We cannot see Beyond . . .
But this I know:
I loved you so -
'twas heaven here with you!
by Isla Paschal Richardson
With Love
Ann, Laurasmom

In Loving Memory of Laura Ann Kimble

Thank you to my dear friend Rosemary for creating the special "birthday" photo
for Jina's page. And thank you to Joyce for making the wonderful tags for Jina.


This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Jina Ree Davis

on April 12, 2004

Last updated: April 18, 2017
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