This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, John "Jack" Powell, 35, born on July 4, 1956 and passed away on January 12, 1992. We will remember him forever.
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Leave a tributeI am standing upon that foreshore, a ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "there! she's gone!
"
"Gone where?" "Gone from my sight, that's all", she is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "there! she's gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "here she comes!"
And that is dying.
When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this valley of strange humors.
I can accept the idea of my own demise, but I am unable to accept the death of anyone else.
I find it impossible to let a friend or relative go into that country of no return.
Disbelief becomes my close companion, and anger follows in its wake.
I answer the heroic question 'Death, where is thy sting? ' with ' it is here in my heart and mind and memories.'
Today is full of memories
of a BROTHER laid to rest
and every single one of them is filled with happiness
For you were someone special
always such a joy to know
and there was so much pain
when it was time to let you go
This special message is sent to heaven above
for the angels to take care of you
and give you all my LOVE
I leave this final teardrop to those I've left behind
Though ABSENT from the body
I'm present with the LORD
The JOY of my salvation
Is now my FULL REWARD
Karo
He Sendeth Sun He Sendeth Shower
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Can loving children e'er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to thee:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Oh, ne'er will I at life repine:
Enough that thou hast made it mine.
When falls the shadow cold of death
I yet will sing, with parting breath,
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Poem by Sarah Fuller Flower Adams
But death, I am so jealous, I want him back again.
I went and knelt beside his grave, but no matter how I try.
The words just would not come, I could not say goodbye.
I thought that when he passed away, I would feel relief.
But the only thing that I can feel, is emptiness and grief.
I long to see him one more time, to tell him how I feel.
If I could only talk to him, I know my heart would heal.
Miss you!
Karo
Remember me with smiles not tears
For all the joy through all the years
Recall the closeness that was ours
A love as sweet as fragrant flowers.
Don't dwell on thoughts that cause you pain
We'll see each other once again,
I AM AT PEACE.... try to believe
It was my time, I had to leave.
But "WHAT A VIEW" I have from here
I see your face, I feel you near
I follow you throughout the day
Your not alone, along the way
And when God calls you.... you will be
Right by my side....right here with me..
Till then I'll wait by HEAVENS door..
We will be united.. FOREVERMORE!
cprgg
’Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die,
’Tis a land where we never grow old
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.
In that beautiful home where we’ll never more roam,
We shall be in the sweet by and by;
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing,
’Tis a land where we never shall die.
When our work here is done and the life-crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.
HAPPY 59TH BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN JACK.
FOREVER MISSING YOU.
KARO
We'll run down to the fallen pine
and play for just a while.
You can be whoever you choose,
I'll be someone too.
Let's get Jude and Jan,
and go jump into the creek.
Later we'll sneak to Mama's kitchen
for cold biscuits and tenderloin
Hide and seek, kick the can
tie James to a tree.
Riding horses, riding bikes, fishing, tire swings,
picnic tables, corn chips, ham sandwiches and
Foolish dares and mischievous plans
witty bunch of hooligans.
Oh how we could get under Mama's skin
with all of our shenanigans.
So much did we say and do,
vivid
such sweet memories of you.
Sad it is, to not have one last chance
to sit and reminisce about our past.
Laughter to the point of tears
of all we shared throughout the years.
Yet
Maybe...
We may still see each other,
sometime in a dream,
we'll walk along the old dirt road
sharing how it use to be.
Or perhaps
I'll hear that childhood laugh
and you'll let me see that smile.
We'll run down to that fallen pine
and play for just a while.
I love you still....
Karo
TODAY SHOULD HAVE BEEN SO DIFFERENT:
JUST KNOW
I'M THIKING ABOUT YOU,
MISSING YOU,
LOVING YOU,
CELEBRATING YOU
this side of heaven.
Karo
IN SEARCH OF YOU!
THE WAY SHE MIGHT ENTER ANOTHER ROOM!
SHE KNEW THAT GRIEF, LIKE A SCAR, FADED
BUT NEVER REALLY WENT AWAY..
SORROW AND PAIN WERE FOR THE OTHERS,
SOME TERRIBLE MISTAKE HAD BEEN MADE...
BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO DRAG IT AROUND!
THIS IS A FRESH WOUND EVERYDAY...
YOU ARE DEAD
THATS IT
I cant help it.....
AND GUIDED ME TO HIS HOLY LIGHT
WELCOMING ME WITH OPEN ARMS
THROUGH THE GATES OF HEAVEN."
I know he did jack.
MY HEART HAS FOLLOWED YOU TO HEAVEN.
LOVE U
KARO
TO THE LIVING I AM GONE.
TO THE SORROWFUL, I WILL NEVER RETURN.
TO THE ANGRY, I WAS CHEATED BUT TO THE HAPPY,
I AM AT PEACE AND TO THE FAITHFUL, I HAVE NEVER LEFT.
I CANNOT SPEAK, BUT I CAN LISTEN.
I CANNOT BE SEEN, BUT I CAN BE HEARD.
SO AS YOU STAND UPON THE SHORE GAZING AT A BEAUTIFUL SEA,
REMEMBER ME.
AS YOU LOOK IN AWE AT A MIGHTY FOREST AND IT'S GRAND MAJESTY;
REMEMBER ME.
REMEMBER ME IN YOUR HEARTS, IN YOUR THOUGHTS,
AND THE MEMORIES OF THE TIMES WE LOVED,
THE TIMES WE CRIED, THE BATTLE I FOUGHT AND THE TIMES WE LAUGHED,
FOR IF YOU ALWAYS THINK OF ME,
I WILL HAVE NEVER GONE.
LOVING YOU JACK
KARO
I just miss you. .
Until I see you again....
Love Karo
I MISS YOU, I LOVE YOU.
BUT I KNOW YOU ARE IN A LAND "WHERE WE'LL NEVER GROW OLD.
Until I reach that golden shore,
Then dear Saviour LET ME HAVE HIM,
And love him as I did before.
WE WAKE ETERNALLY
AND DEATH SHALL BE NO MORE
DEATH!
THOU SHALL DIE!!
I LOVE YOU!
KARO
And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.
John 16:22
my heart was torn in two,
one side filled with heartache,
the other died with you.
"I have fought the good fight,
I have finished the course,
I have kept the faith
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I am standing upon that foreshore, a ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "there! she's gone!
"
"Gone where?" "Gone from my sight, that's all", she is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "there! she's gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "here she comes!"
And that is dying.
When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this valley of strange humors.
I can accept the idea of my own demise, but I am unable to accept the death of anyone else.
I find it impossible to let a friend or relative go into that country of no return.
Disbelief becomes my close companion, and anger follows in its wake.
I answer the heroic question 'Death, where is thy sting? ' with ' it is here in my heart and mind and memories.'
I thought of you today,but that is nothing new.I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.All I have are memories and a picture in a frame.Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part.God has you in His arms.I have you in my heart.......................