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Memorial created 01-26-2005 by
Terrie Whiteman
Joey Marshall Whiteman
September 8 1980 - September 3 2002


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Joey Whiteman's Celebration of Life- September 8, 2002

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Arthur Bernstein and I am Joey's cousin. As you know, we are here today to celebrate Joey's life and to mourn his passing. Celebrate means to commemorate and we will do this today, as a community and as a family. Joey's life, albeit cut short, was very rich and full. We all know that it was filled with so much love and humor.

If you knew Joey as a boy, you could tell that Joey loved playing sports, beginning with his days in Hatfield Litttle League and Montgomery Soccer. Once the family moved to Harleysville, he played with the local little league team, and loved playing soccer with the Harleysville Hurricanes.

His proudest and most animated moments on the soccer field were at Souderton High School, where he played wing for the Championship team. He also played for the select and travel teams.

After high school, he became an avid golfer and on most weekends you could find him on the course with his father, or his brother, Jon-Michael, as well as many of his friends.

He enjoyed being with his sister Heather and her family, and was a wonderful uncle to her two children Taylor and Alex.

 

He loved his job and co-workers, and was a generous friend to anyone who was fortunate enough to know him.

Joey was a gifted artist, filling books with elaborate drawings.

All of us were fortunate to have Joey in our lives, a loving son, brother, grandson, nephew, uncle, cousin and of course friend.

At this moment, the family would like me to read a passage from Ecclesiastics 111. But please do not simply hear the words, but rather listen carefully to them.

If there is anyone who would like to share any thought or memories of Joey, please do so at this time by simply raising your hand and you may stand at your seats.

Among other speakers Terrie Whiteman recited the following: My dearest Joey,

Today I have so many thoughts on all you are my son, I've watched you grow from child to man, and proud for what you've done.

I love you more than you will know, remember through your life, Mommy loved you first of all, and will throughout your life.

Parents seldom realize until the son is grown, The many ways, he touched their hearts, or how the time has flown. He learns so much, too fast, it seems, you can't believe the pace, Then suddenly, the boy's gone and who's this in his place? The young man filled with more than dreams, but hopes and promise too, Facing life on his own terms, with visions to pursue. And though we always trusted, you'd be second best to none, We never know how proud we'd be to say, there goes our son.

Other family members spoke at this time. All these types of moments many people stand up to speak and begin with: What do I say? What do I think? What Do I do? We all suffered a horrible tragedy, but ironically, this tragedy inspires us, No rather,Demands us to now step up to our own personal challenges ahead. Those that we do not want to, and those we do... Those that we think we can't reach...and those that we think we can. But you see, if we do not try to face those challenges, then we have failed everyone around us, everyone who has touched our lives, especially, Joey.

It is everyone around us that strengthens our lives and enriches our very being. So what do we do? We grieve and we cry! We feel the pain, and we cry more!

But that alone, is not fair to Joey. We must remember and Love. We must remember and Laugh. We must forever keep alive in our own minds, the Smile, the Dimples, and especially the Giggles!

We began today as a community and a family. We helped one another today, and will continue to do so after today. We celebrated Joey's life today with love and dignity.

As a community and a family, I ask that everyone rise and recite the 23rd Psalm aloud.

 

 

 

 

BEAUTIFUL FLOWER ARRANGEMENTS

    

  

 

 

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace,
and a time to refrain from embracing;A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
 
 

The Cord We are connected, my child and I,by An invisible cord Not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord, that conects us 'til birth. This cord can't be seen, by any on Earth. This cord does it's work, right from the start, It binds us together, Attached to my heart. I know that it's there, Though no one can see, The invisible cord, From my child to me. The strength of this cord, Is hard to describe, It can't be destroyed, It can't be denied. It's stronger than any cord, Man could ever create, It withstands the test, Can hold any weight. And though you are gone, Though you're not here with me, The cord is still there, But no one can see. It pulls at my heart, I am bruised,I am sore. But this cord is my lifeline, As never before. I am thankful that God, Connects us this way, A Mother and Child, Death can't take that away! Author Unknown

 

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