In Loving Memory of
Johnathan Douglas Wheeler
March 24, 1969 - September 24, 2011




These are three beautiful and loving birthday gifts for Johnathan from our friend Tammy.





Psalm 23... kjv
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.


 

 




 

When my soul is tired and weary
And it's so hard to carry on
I seek out a tranquil place
My heavy burdens to lay down

The Bible tells us of a Land
Where peaceful waters flow
When daily struggles hinder me
In my mind, that's where I go

I picture Jesus waiting there
Beside the waters still
Taking my hand to welcome me
Saying, "Whosoever will."

In a gentle voice so soothing
He says, "Give me your cares."
My soul laid bare; my heart rejoices
As I leave my worries there

His loving arms console me
In this Place of sweet repose
As He gives me words of comfort
My faults and fears expose

My heart no longer burdened
My spirit whole and clean
Knowing that I can e'er return
To this valley so serene

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
©September 4, 2007
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Johnathan Douglas Wheeler was born on March 24, 1969 in Philadelphia, PA. to Frederick Douglas and Martha S. Wheeler. He was the apple of his father’s eyes and a great joy to his mother, who adored and affectionately addressed him as “Jon.” During his early childhood, he and his father were almost inseparable. During his adulthood, Johnathan was a very loving, caring and affectionate son to his ailing father, who became ill when Johnathan was a young teenager. There was always a very special love and bond between Jon and his mother. He also loved people and had many longtime friends, who loved and dedicated themselves to him as he had to them.







Jonathan graduated from St. Benedict Elementary and Jr. High School in 1983; Cardinal Doughtery High School in 1987; and briefly attended West Chester University. Having a desire to follow in the footsteps of his father, Johnathan graduated from the Philadelphia Police Academy in 1990. As a police officer, he served the citizens of Philadelphia for several years, but eventually became a driver for CARY’S LIMO SERVICES, where he was employed until his disability.







During his early childhood and teens, Johnathan attended the West Oak Lane Church of God, where he learned the love of the Lord and served as a junior usher under Sis. Barbara Laguins, whom he loved, admired and respected greatly. Johnathen strayed from the Lord for several years, but never renounced his faith in God nor the fact that Jesus Christ was his Savior. Johnathan believed in prayer, was a man of prayer, who returned to the Lord and had begun to draw closer to Him during the last months of his earthly life. Just a few days before the end of Jon's earthly life, he made several statements to his mother, which included, “Mom, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel; it’s just me and my God; He has been so good to me and has given me so much; now, I just want to give back to Him.”

   

Although Johnathan never married and produced offspring, he had several godchildren and counted it a privilege to be called “Uncle John” by them and others (esp. Izzy, Rachel and Danielle Boozer). Not only did he have a special love for children, but Johnathan had such a special and unique way with them. Some years ago, before they went their separate ways, Johnathan was engaged to Carrie Melvin, who loved and was a great help to him during his initial period of illness. We still love and appreciate her for being there for him.





Johnathan’s “second mother,” Mrs. Norma Alexander, who just recently preceded him in death, has left to mourn the loss of Johnathan, his parents; Ms. Charlene Brown, who he was not only presently engaged to marry, but loved and was so good to him. In addition, Johnathan’s loss is mourned by his adopted niece, little Ms. Sajahne Brown; his brother and best friend Samuel Alexander; his brothers Israel Boozer and David Dixon; his maternal and paternal uncles (esp. John) and aunts (esp. Evelyn); his many cousins (esp. Tanya); other close family (esp. Bishop Clyde and Mother Christeen Harris, who he adored); his neighborhood friends; and his awesome brothers, sisters and friends (esp. Alice, Tamika, Heather, etc.) from his high school days at Cardinal Doughtery High School.







We, Jon's family, are profoundly grateful to our church family and many friends, who embraced, loved, prayed for and were faithful to our dear Johnathan. The expressions of love, comfort and support you have demonstrated towards us are deeply appreciated and it will continue to be held in our hearts. We extend our sincere appreciation to the members of the West Oak Lane Church of God, who always loved and dedicated themselves to Johnathan in his times of need. We are thankful to the Lord and our countless friends for everything that they have done on behalf of our dear Johnathan, who we loved so much and will miss so terribly.







HE COULD NOT SAY GOOD-BYE
BY MARTHA S. WHEELER

Jon, we love you so much,
but you left us without even saying goodbye,
Son, our only question is “Why?”

Mom, my heart is still full of love
Tell everyone, “I’ll be watching you from above,”
Didn’t know it would be on that particular day,
I Just Knew I had not come to stay,

So, when I had to go,
I didn’t ask God "Why,"
I just SMILED at all of you,
but I could not say good--bye.






A Child Of Mine (To All Parents)
Written by Edgar Guest

I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead.

It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief.
You'll have his lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.

I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.

Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take him home again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!'
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.

From The Book LIVING THE YEARS 1949








My Heart Will Go On
Performed by Céline Dion

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone
Love was when I loved you

One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.






Wind Beneath My Wings
Performed by Bette Midler

Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
While you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
So high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

   




This special gift for Angel Johnathan is from my friend Janet.



"Parable of Immortality"

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
" There she goes! "

Gone where?
Gone from my sight . . . that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
" There she goes! "

there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .
" Here she comes! "
Author: Henry Van Dyke






Light A Candle
And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

The seasons come and go, and I'm weary from the change.
I keep on moving on, you know it's not the same.
And when I'm walking all alone
Do you hear me call your name?
Do you hear me sing the songs we used to sing?

And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise,
Always saw that something special deep within your eyes.
And through the good times and the bad,
We carried on with pride.
I hold onto the love and life we knew.

And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.







We Do Not Need A Special Day

We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find

Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on

Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know

Our thoughts are always with you
Your place no one can fill
In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still

There will always be a heartache
And often a silent tear
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here

If tears could build a staircase
And heartaches make a lane
We'd walk the path to Heaven
And bring you home again

We hold you close, within our hearts
And there you will remain
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again

Our family chain is broken now
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
Written by Connie Dyer

   









Ever Close in Mind and Heart


No further away than a picture,
A smile or remembered phrase,
Our loved ones live in memory --
So close in so many ways.
For how often does a sunset
Bring nostalgic thoughts to mind
Of moments that our loved ones shared
in days now left behind!
How often has a flower
Or a crystal autumn sky
Brought golden recollections
Of happy days gone by!
Yes, memory has a magic way
Of keeping loved ones near --
Ever close in mind and heart
Are the ones we hold most dear.
~ Written by Marjorie Frances Ames





 

 



SAY MY CHILDS NAME

The mention of my child's name
may bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
let me hear the music of her name!
It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul!
~Author Unknown ~



 
 
 
 




A friend can hear a tear drop.



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In Loving Memory of Johnathan Douglas Wheeler I
on December 20, 2015
Last updated: September 25, 2016
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