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

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
... But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you

There are no words to describe how my hearts aches for you still, all I can say is I love you and miss you with every breath I take.

Love always, Mom & Dad

 

"Time" doesn't change how we feel about our child. But, it does cloud our memories of them, though. We find ourselves remembering a memory that we hadn't thought of for awhile. It brings happiness and sadness at the same time. We love to hear from other people that remember them and who can tell us stories that we hadn't heard before or retell stories that we had forgotten.

"Time" causes our skin to wrinkle and sag as we grow older; but, our memories of their faces never has them growing older. Through "time"; we find that the overwhelming grief that we once had after their death, is now just a bellow from a hole in our hearts. Once upon a "time", we cried so hard that we thought that we were going to die ourselves. "Time" has made us cry less; but, the crying is never over. A mention of their name, an image of them, a remembrance of something that they did; or just the mere thought of them brings tears.

Death has robbed us of our "time" with our child. "Time" spent with them as a family. "Time" is forever passing us as we grow older without them. We want that "time" back in the worst of ways. We wished that we had "time" to say our goodbyes.

We will never be able to get that "time" back with them. Until.......IT IS OUR "TIME".

Written by Alan Carnahan 06/27/2011

 

This was added to Josh's guest book and I felt compelled to post it here; I hope he doesn't mind.

How Long Will The Pain Last ?

"How long will the pain last?"
A broken-hearted mourner asked me.
"All the rest of your Life,"

I have to answer truthfully.
We never quite forget.
No matter how many years pass, we remember.
The loss of a loved one is like a major operation.
Part of us is removed, and we have a scar
... For the rest of our lives.

As years go by, we manage.
There are things to do, people to care for,
Tasks that call for full attention.
But the pain is still there, not far below the surface.
We see a face that looks familiar,
Hear a voice that echoes,
See a photograph in some one's album,
See a landscape that once we saw together,
And it seems as though
A knife were in the wound again.
But not so painfully,
And mixed with joy, too,

Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow;
It brings back some happiness with it, too.

How long will the pain last?
"All the rest of your life."

But the thing to remember
Is that not only will the pain last,
But the blessed memories as well.
Tears are proof of life;
The more love, the more tears.

If this be true, then how could we ever ask
That the pain cease altogether?
For then the memory of love would go with it.
The pain of grief is the price we pay for love.

 

 

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