Joseph Neal Johnson 8/17/79-5/22/08
I miss you, beautiful son.
Miss your presence here with us.
Miss your warmth and humor, your enthusiasm for life, your insight and interested mind.
I miss getting hugged by you. Tall tender hugs. No one hugs me like that anymore.
I loved being your mother. I felt so proud of you. I loved your vibrance--that red hair and those deep brown eyes and the radiant, ever-ready smile.
I miss the closeness we all felt with you, and the way you enjoyed being with us.
I miss traveling with you, meeting up at the airport someplace, and exploring the world through your lively commentary and alert eyes.
I miss my cultural guide, and your efforts to keep me properly informed.
You, my son with an opinion on everything, also listened.
I loved our talks.
Playing music with your dad, or talking investment schemes. Laughing with your sisters and brother-in-laws. Entertaining your beloved nieces and nephews. Surfing, eating, traveling with Rachel. Rushing at life with Kevin and JR and Theo and Josh and so many others. And music.
Your life was rich with the sound of melodies
Your voice --a song.
I can hardly wait to open the door one day and find you standing there.
Radiant and alive.
I miss you so, beautiful son.
For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.