Patricia Rae-Jean Bray


	Down Syndrome
	Moya Moya
	Family
	Family Pictures
	School
	Baby Pictures
	Teen Pictures
	Big Girl Pictures

FAMILY TIES:

Patches Bray
Father:
Raymond Bray
Mom:
Robin Stone
Sisters:
Cynthia Ann Stone
Somner Stone-Palmares
Aunt:
Kris Lang

Links

	MOM'S SITE
	SISTER CYNDI'S SITE
	AUNT KRIS'S SITE

Patricia Rae-Jean Bray

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Patches & Family Patches lives with her mother, Robin, and her sister, Cyndi.

School:
Patches has graduated from school, but is still currently working on adding and subtracting single digit numbers in her math skills, reading simple story books, and writing simple words. Patches has learned to color in the lines beautifully and she is very helpful around the house.

A Song for Patches
Robin, Patches's mother, wrote a song for her when she was a child. It is sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas". You will see it below.

The Little Traveler
What a weary little traveler
you turned out to be,
You played so hard and went to school
and did your best for me.

And now it's time to go to bed
upon a fluffy cloud,
and sail upon the blue, blue sky
while mommy sings so proud . . .

What a weary little traveler
you turned out to be,
You played so hard and went to school
and did your best for me.

I'm singing you a sweet, sweet song
so you'll drift off to sleep,
and in your dreams, those shadowy things
will not dare to creep.

What a weary little traveler
you turned out to be,
You played so hard and went to school
and did your best for me.

You'll wake up in the morning and
rub your sleepy, sleepy eyes,
And you'll get up and work to make
each day a new surprise.

What a weary little traveler
you turned out to be,
You played so hard and went to school
and did your best for me.

We'll play some games and sing some songs,
and you'll learn something new,
and as the sun starts going down
I will sing to you . . .

What a weary little traveler
you turned out to be,
You played so hard and went to school
and did your best for me.

PATRICIA RAE-JEAN BRAY
, TX

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