In memory of Joshua Johnson January 20, 1980 - January 15, 1996 Cars, jeeps, pick-up trucks,snowboards, sports, and such Things that only young men dream about, cherish, touch, Have turned into disaster, with divers, ponds and ice, Our attempts to understand it, simply don’t suffice We can’t begin to explain it, and even if we could We’d erase the entire scene, Oh yes! Of course we would, The years of precious memories, running through our heads, We loved his crazy, lingering smile, we loved his daunting wit, We loved the many different ways he’d always stand and sit, He’d slouch and stretch, and all because, he was so very tall, And his sisters, three of them, he’d wrestle, tease and maul There were the frequent group hugs, arm ‘round mom and dad, We can’t accept the fact they’re gone, can’t help feeling sad, The garbage that he’d take out, now at times will stand, The many million things he did, the numerous things he said Brings back too many memories, to ask others to lend a hand Oh, how we loved his laughter, and his voice so deep, His touch was ever gentle, that thought we'll always keep, His memory’s etched in our minds, treasured more than gold, We'll keep it with us forever, even as we grow old Our anger, fear and loneliness fill the days ahead, We cry ourselves to sleep at night and waking up we dread, We'll miss Josh with with all our hearts, his memory lives within, We'll treasure it for all our days until we see him again. By The Family of Joshua