James William Gleeson

Sept. 15, 1992 -- Oct 27, 2009

Thank you God,

for 17 Wonderful Years

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  He was born James William, but he was    

  affectionately known as J.W.

  He had those twinkling, mischievious eyes, that 

  spelled trouble....in a good way.

  A typical boy, he did what every boy does while 

  growing up. Playing in the dirt, splashing in a 

  creek, going to school, going to church, and 

  making more friends than you could shake a

  stick at.

  Along the way we taught each other some things.

  I taught him goodness, kindness, sharing, and how 

  to treat people.

  He taught me patience, understanding, laughter,

  and how to ride a skateboard.

  He did get into trouble a few times, but what        boy doesn't. He made the same mistakes that      I made when I was growing up.

   Like father, like son.

  Sadly, his life was cut so very short, when he was 

  involved in a tragic car accident. He is sorely

  missed by a host of many, many people. I cannot

  begin to fathom how many lives he touched during

  his short time on earth.

  He was baptised a Christian before he died, so I 

  have the satisfaction of knowing where he is, and

  I have the solice of knowing that I will see him 

  again one day.

                    

                       Keep Your Head High            

   There once was a snowflake that fell from the sky

   Degrees 95, but still it survived

   He knew when he got to the right destination

   In his heart he would feel the greatest sensation

   He kept pushing forward to accomplish his dream

   Even though he was the only member of his team

   Despite all the heat, he still didn't melt

   So glad, and he couldn't describe how it felt

   When he got to the ground and his journey was finished

   He thanked the good Lord that he didn't diminish

   Then the Lord answered back with a great big sigh

   Said "You did it because you held your head high."

   So from that moment on, the snowflake walked 'round

   With a smile on his face, and he never looked down

                                   A poem by James William Gleeson

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  met him, or maybe a special time that you had with

  him, whatever.