John Isaac "J.I." Carroll

J.I. will be missed. Our Hearts are broken. We are grateful for the time we had visiting we wish we could have seen him more. With all our Love to you.

I did not get to see you much but I love you Uncle JI and I will see you again one day in Heaven and we will sing praises around Jesus together.Aunt Sandra and family.We have great memories to hold us over until the day we all can be together and then it will be forever to never be parted from each other again.I love you all dearly.

Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

By John Donne
The Poetry Foundation