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 James Stephens Crawford 1985-2005 It has been 2 years that James has been gone.I still keep waiting for this nightmare to be over.Thank you to ALL who keep him in your thoughts and prayers. Waterbugs and Dragonflies Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more. "Look!" said one of the water bugs to another, "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think she's going?" Up, up, up it slowly went... Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return... "That's funny!" said one water bug to another... " Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second... "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third... No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs gathered its friends together. "I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why." "We promise" they said solemnly. One spring day not long after the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water and fallen into the broad and free lily pad above. When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come over his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings... The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from his new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself above the water. He had become a dragonfly. Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly landed happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying around, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise. without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water... "I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least I tried. But I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what has happened to me, and where I went." And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air... Dear God, please remember James who has left the pond we live in...and remember me... SMILES  This Child of Mine I'll lend you for a little while A child of mine," God said, "For you to have the while he lives, And mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven years Or twenty-two or three; But will you 'till I call him back Take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you And, should his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories As a solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return; But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn. I've looked the whole world over In search for teachers true; And from the throngs that crowd life's land, I have chosen you. Now, will you give him all your love Nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take This lent child back again?" I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joys Thy child will bring The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shower him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may. And for the happiness we've known Forever grateful stay. But should Thy angel call for him Much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand." Edgar A. Guest Only The Best A heart of gold stopped beating two shining eyes at rest God broke our hearts to prove He only takes the best. God knows you had to leave us But you did not go alone For part of us went with you The day he took you home. To some you are forgotten to others just part of the past but to us who loved and lost you the memory will always last Anonymous
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