Memorials To Loved Our Ones
~ I BELIEVE ~
Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it's like you haven't been gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I'm sure we're closer than we ever were
I don't have to hear or see, I've got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe
That when you die your life goes on
It doesn't end here when you're gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends and if I'm right
Our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, I believe
Forever, you're a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
And I'll hold you even longer if I can
The people who don't see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
And if that makes me crazy, then I am
'Cause I believe
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe
Helen R. Johnson - Age 54
Of Bowie, MD passed away on June 26, 2003
at her home surrounded by loved ones after a long hard fought battle with cancer.
She is survived by her two loving daughters, Wanda Johnson of Bowie, MD
and Dale Crouch and her husband, Michael Crouch of Waldorf, MD;
four adoring grandchildren, Cortland LeClair, Caitlin Crouch,
Michael Crouch and John Crouch; her brother, Virgil Ramey;
aunts, Ruby Shifflett, Ruth Knight, Ida McMullen, and Mary Betty Knight,
and uncles, James Knight and Larry Knight.
The Bug
There was once a family of bugs that lived at the bottom of the pond.
One day grandma bug disappeared and no one knew where she went; she
was missed very much. Sometime later, one of the other bugs
felt like swimming upwards and so he shook his shoulders back
and forth and rose to the top of the pond. His head popped above
the water and he saw the most magnificent sight he had ever seen. The sky was a bright blue with puffy white clouds drifting across. All around the pond were lush green trees and the laughing sounds of children playing on the shore. Singing birds sailed over head. He saw grandma bug sunning happily on a water lily. It was such a beautiful sight that he wanted to return to the bottom of the pond to tell all his family and friends what he had found. He dove beneath the water but only bobbed back to the top. He tried again and again but couldn't go back to the bottom of the pond. Then he looked at his shoulders and discovered he had grown wings: he had become a dragonfly.
Perhaps going to Heaven is somewhat like the experience of the bug. People who go there would love to return to earth and tell their loved ones what a wonderful place Heaven is. But no! God wants it to be a delightful surprise for each person; no one is allowed to tell the secret. Someday we'll each know the marvelous beauty of Gods kingdom of Heaven and enjoy it with those who are already there. But for now we'll enjoy this life on earth and be happy for those who have gone on to Heaven.
A very dear friend of our mothers,
Edith Vermillion sent 'The Bug' story to my mother a week prior to her passing. Although mom could not express in words her sentiments, she did smile to us after the story was read to her.
On the day our dear mother passed, a dragonfly appeared on the front porch.
Although I had not seen her for some time, what sticks out in my mind the most about Helen was that she was a very sweet & friendly woman. She always made me feel comfortable and I was able to be myself around her. I can remember a particular Thanksgiving dinner I was invited to at her house and while I was there, it was as though I was part of her family. I always passed her house when I woould go to visit my family and I had always thought about stopping by to visit, but never did and now I wish I had. The only thing I can say now is that I will be happy to see her again when God calls me home. I know I will be welcomed with open arms just like before. Helen you will be missed! Say HELLO to my mother for me, you two will get along great!
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