In Memoriam

Chris Perez

Lake Port, Florida

September 17, 1977 - September 12, 2013

Memorial

for family and friends

will be at 3:00 p.m.,

September 28, 2013

Curry Island

Lakeport, Fl. 

Mother

Pamela McDavid

Brothers

Billy Perez

Raymond Perez

Robert McDavid

Children

Jordan Wayne

Carmen

Tyler

Prayers are with his mother, Pamela McDavid, in the loss of her son, my Beloved Friend.

Signed: John D. Arnold

 

 

 To Those I Love


If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there.
(I'd come - I'd come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)


And when you hear a song or see a bird
I loved, please do not let the thought of me
Be sad... for I am loving you just as
I always have... You were so good to me!


There are so many things I wanted still
To do - so many things to say to you...
Remember that I did not fear... It was
Just leaving you that was so hard to face...


We cannot see beyond... But this I know:
I loved you so - 'twas heaven here with you!

 I can only Imagine!!

"I can only imagine what it will be like, when I walk by Your side...
I can only imagine, what my eyes will see, when Your Face is before me!
I can only imagine. I can only imagine.
Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?
Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine! I can only imagine!
I can only imagine, when that day comes,

when I find myself standing in the Son!
I can only imagine, when all I will do, is forever, forever worship You!
I can only imagine! I can only imagine!

September 17, 1977 - September 12, 2013

Dedicated in memory of
Christopher Perez
Who is now in the presence of Jesus.

Now, my precious friend, We can only imagine!
Jesus said that if we only believe in him,
We will see our love ones again.
So keep watching Christopher, We will see you soon.
John 3:16

Go rest high on that mountain!

Vance Gill

I know your life on earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the Devil
You were no stranger to the rain

Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels' faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

So go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and His Son!

The Dash
by Linda Ellis copyright 1996
I read of a woman who stood to speak
at the funeral of her son.
She referred to the dates on his tombstone,
from the beginning…to the end.


She noted that first came the date of his birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but she said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.


For that dash represents all the time
that he spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved him
know what that little line is worth.


For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be re-arranged.


If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.


And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.


If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.


So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?

Adapted