IN MEMORY OF JAMES DAWSON: July 29, 1963 - November 6, 2000It’s been eighteen years since your life ended. Without any warning death snatched you away. I tried to push death aside and hold on to you a little while longer. But death could not hear me; death could not see me; death could not feel me; death had a mind of its own. I told death it wasn’t fair, you did not deserve this. I asked death if I could take your place. All the while I’m talking to death, life answered. Life told me to let go and let God use you to be your brother’s voice. And so it shall be done. Sometimes in life we are given an assignment, not by man, but by God. As long as I live, you will be remembered. May your soul rest peacefully my brother!Your Legacy Continues as you Watch Over Us!Photo credit: Geralean Gillenwater and Renee Knight