Joey Marshall Whiteman
September 8 1980 - September 3 2002
WE PLANTED A TREE IN MEMORY OF JOEY IN NOVEMBER 2002 AND WILL WATCH IT GROW FROM SAPLING TO FULL GROWN
|For You My Sweet Son|
Leaf shaped like a heart
Stairway to Heaven If tears could build a stairway and memories were a lane, I would walk right up to heaven to bring you home again. No fairwell words was spoken, No time to say goodbye, You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches in sadness, and secret tears still flow, What it means to lose you, no one will ever know. Author Unknown
Evening in 2006
There is a Russian saying of to 'live your dreams, not your fears'. Dreams can be very powerful, and very 'enpowering', because in them we can do what we want to do, we can be where we want to be, and we can be with who we want to be here. Hopefully some of the power and comfort from the dreams can go into the rest of your life and give to you some peace and happiness
he happiness we've known, forever grateful stay. But shouThere is a Russian saying of to 'live your dreams, not your fears'. Dreams can be very powerful, and very 'enpowering', because in them we can do what we want to do, we can be where we want to be, and we can be with who we want to be here. Hopefully some of the power and comfort from the dreams can go into the rest of your life and give to you some peace and happiness.
lf the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand. ~Author Unknown~
|Come on Summer/2008|
Welcome Joey's Birds
Often times, Birds, Butterflies, and other living creatures are regarded by people as signs that their departed loved ones are visiting them.
I am bringing this experience closer with a personalized Angel Birdhouse in your name "Joey".
Written for you Bro, Love Jon-Michael
I hope this birdhouse will bring lots of life in it, forever.
We Love You, forever and always
Love, Mom, Dad and Jon-Michael
Made for Joey
My Dear Sweet Joey,
When you left us to go to heaven, I ordered a tree for you to be planted in the only house you lived in all your life. It was a baby tree then, and now it's almost 8 years old just like the amount of time you have been gone. Now we had to move and leave the tree there. I am going to do everything possible to get it cut down. It's Your's, not whose going to live there now.
If it's impossible for me to do, I will start again, you will have another tree. Where we live now has a tree with the birdhouse on it and the plaque I bought you in front of it. I'm so sorry my baby, it wasn't supposed to be like this.
I Love you so much, I will forever miss and love you everytime I look out of the window and see the birdhouse that says "Joey's Tree" and your dates of birth and death.
Love You Forever, till we meet again............................Mom
Plaque in front of Joey's Tree
THE TREE OF LIFE
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
There is a tree that stands alone
With branches bending low,
Holding on to Autumn leaves.
Never wanting to let go.
The branches love the Autumn leaves
And embrace September's winds.
Laughing in the sunshine
Thinking this will never end.
Hold on you golden Autumn leaves
And orange and red and brown.
Please don't loose the branch's grip
And tumble to the ground.
But sometimes there's a sudden gust
And the branch is unaware
That the wind has blown so harsh
And sent their leaf into the air.
The branch thought it was holding tight
But the wind was much too strong
And took away the branch's grip
Making everything so wrong.
And sometimes it's a gentle breeze
That takes Autumn leaves away.
The branches watch them tumble down
And wonder why the leaves can't stay.
The barren tree stands all alone.
Empty twigs whisper "goodbye".
A wind lifts up the fallen leaves
And sends them floating through the sky.
The leaves gather above the clouds
Waiting for their special branch
To meet them at the "tree of life"
Where "forever" has a chance.
So listen when the wind blows,
As it howls through the trees.
You can hear the lonesome sound
Of a branch that lost it's leaves.