Joshua Greene

Dear Lydia,
Rita and I were so shocked and saddend to hear today of your loss. Our thought's and prayer's are with you and your family at this most difficult time. We will light a candle for your son at church on Sunday. Lydia we are thinking of you.
Take Care, your friends,
Patty Marinaccio and Rita Brown

josh, you were loved by so many. you will be missed.

CECIL AND LYDIA AND FAMILY, THERE IS NOTHING I CAN SAY OR DO TO HELP YOU THROUGH THIS TIMEI AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, AND KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS

To The Family of Josh
What a truly sad day for anyone that knew Josh, your son and brother. He will never be forgotten and truly missed by all of us at Tim Hortons. Josh was an amazing young man, a pleasure to be around, even when he was "crabby", it never took long before he was smiling that bright, beautiful smile. You are all in our thoughts and prayers. If you ever need anything, just ask, we are all here for you.
God Bless all of you!!

To Josh: Hey buddy. You know, I have to thank God that I was able to see you at tim hortons that Sunday morning a couple weeks ago for it was the last time i saw you. Neither of us knew it was going to be the last, But I sure am glad that I hugged ya man. To all the good memories we had bro. I'll miss you for sure.

Family: You produced a truly amazing young man. Your Joshua will be missed by so many. I give my best.

Friends: We toast to the next angel to be accepted into heaven....

Lydia, Margaret, Mr.& Mrs. McKay..Words can't say how sorry I am for your loss. Margaret I would of been there if I had known.. Love ya Dee

I was given this "Indian Prayer" a few years ago and I thought it may comfort anyone who reads it today as Josh is layed to rest.

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft star shine at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I...

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

No bond is as great as that between a parent and child. Our deepest condolences are with you as you grieve.