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Memorial created 11-16-2006 by
Kay Scruggs
Joshua Lee Scruggs
October 23 1987 - March 20 2006

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Inside the gates of Heaven, my precious son has passed
He waged a valiant battle from which he’s free at last
In spite of pain and suffering, he taught me how to love
Now, free from his affliction, he waits for me above

My heart remains broken; tears still fill my eyes
As I envision my gallant Angel spread his wings and fly
Into the gates of Heaven he goes, where he won’t be alone
Loved ones waiting there, welcoming my Angel home

Inside those Gates of Heaven, an Angel now waits for me
A precious gift while he was living; now his spirit is set free
Be patient my dearest Angel, I won’t be very long
I’ll watch for you in the stars, until Jesus calls me home.

By Kay Muncey For My Angel




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Someone is Missing at Christmas

Let this be a loving reminder
That someone is missing today.
Someone our hearts hold on to
As we travel along life’s way.
Someone who made life so special
For each of us here.
Someone who won’t be forgotten,
But cherished from year to year.
And now as we celebrate Christmas,
Let us fondly recall
How deeply each of us loved him.
And oh… how he loved us all.



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~ by Christine Ross

I took a walk on Christmas day
In the cool crisp winter air.
The trees bowed down before me
And they whispered in my ear.

"Walk lightly on the pathway.
Tip-toe quietly as you go.
Remember all the days gone by
Of the life you used to know"

Along the path were Christmas trees
And stars and angel wings,
Toys for little children
But no children could be seen.

Bright red bows and Christmas wreaths
And flowers all around,
Big brass horns and jingle bells
Although they made no sound.

Manger scenes and ornaments
And little twinkle lights,
Santa Clause and reindeer,
That didn't come last night.

Decorations everywhere,
It was Christmas at this place.
All was well until I felt
A teardrop on my face.

I walked lightly on the pathway.
I tip-toed quietly as I prayed.
Then I looked down and saw it...
My child's name upon the grave.

"It's Christmas", whispered all the trees
To the graveyard names below.
..And I remembered days gone by
Of the life I used to know.

 Visit her page at http://www.lucaschristopherross.net/

© 2007 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Published by LIVING WITH LOSS magazine
Winter 2009, Volume 24 No. 4
Bereavement Publications, Inc. 






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