God said that day he wanted me to come and dwell with him. I was, I guess, scared at first but then I was at rest, to know that you'd be safe at home and I, right there with God. I wish I could have said goodbye, my passing came so fast. You know there was a reason but still you wonder why, why my son was taken when his life had just begun. Your hugs, you've given out, your tears have been spent, but yet you're still searching for some closure for this time. I have so many memories of my time spent on this earth, but now they're all for you to heal your aching heart there are no tears in Heaven, no mourning through the night. The air is soft and clean, the clouds are brightest bright. So from this day I'll wait for you to meet me at the gate where we will hug "I missed you" at the feet of God.

Memories of Luke

When I think of you
I see you in your sweats
Soccer was your sport
I knew that the first day we met.

When I remember you
I think of your face
That adorable smile,
Always set in place

When I think of you
I see your blue eyes
and then I start to cry

You were too young Luke
Your life had just begun
Wherever you were,
You always brought fun

I remember the DC flight
Sitting by you on a plane
you listened to your ipod
and didn't complain

When I think of you
I see your friends
And all of the ways
That losing you has affected them

They loved you so much
You never would have guessed
How they were all so blessed
To have you in their lives

When I think of you Luke
I think of your mom
She and your sister
Are so incredibly strong

When I think of you Luke,
I remember that you are gone
And even though I didn't know you very long
I still miss you

You will always be loved
You will always be remembered
You will always have a place in the hearts of those who knew you
You will always be a friend to many

And you will never

Rest in peace Luke.

One young boy
So sweet and cute
Never got to say our goodbyes
The time had come for Luke to go
And of course only God knows why
So many friends at HHS
that could talk to Luke when feeling low
His face so bright that will always glow
But everyone knows
He's watching over us
We will miss you so
We will never let you go
Until the time comes
When we meet in Heaven

A Gift from David Taylor

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of my mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well