In Loving Memory of
Justin Anthony "Buck" McCoy
April 29, 1984 - June 25, 2003


After Glow

I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow of smiles
when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly
down the ways.
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun.
Of happy memories that I leave,
when life is done.

Justin "Buck" McCoy
1984 - 2003


This beautiful image was made for Justin's Mom by one of Justin's Classmates, Cathy Adkins, for Justin's birthday.




This special birthday gift and Valentine's Day gift for Angel Justin are from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~ Rob Northrop's Site.




And this is a gift for Angel Justin for Valentine's day, from Cindy Jo, Mom to Angel Michelle.




Both of the pictures above are Justin with his mom.




The Broken Chain

We little knew that morning
that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly.
In death we do the same

It broke our hearts to lose you
you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you,
you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
~ Author Unknown


Justin

When I held you in my arms for the very first time,
I thought I could never love you more,
but then you grew.
In those precious baby times -
Through your first smile, your first tooth, your first steps,
I thought I could never love you more,
but then you grew.
And in those tireless toddler times -
days of curiosity, adventure and discoveries,
I thought I could never love you more,
but then you grew.
And in those wonderful little boys times -
those days of hurt knees and bruised feelings,
of making friends and taking in the world around you,
I thought I could never love you more,
but then you grew.
And in those proud young man times -
those times of change and challenge,
of stretching boundaries and letting go,
I thought I could never love you more,
but then you grew.
And still, day by day, you keep growing -
more and more special -
nearer and dearer to my heart.
Love, Mom


Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever.
Maybe some people are just passing through...
maybe they get it all down faster than the rest of us.
They don't need to stick around
for a hundred years to get it all right.
They get it down real quick...
it's like... some people just come through our lives
to bring us something, a gift, a blessing,
a lesson we need to learn,
and that's why they're here.
He taught you something I'll bet... about love, and giving,
and caring so much about someone...
that was his gift to you...
he taught you all that and when he left,
Maybe he just didn't need to stay longer than that.
He gave you the gift,
and then he was free to move on...
he was a special soul...You'll have that gift forever."
~ Danielle Steel...."The Gift"





Justin with his dad.



We are given many precious gifts
as we go through life.
Some we are allowed to enjoy for a long time...
others only briefly.
But each gift has the power to change and enrich us,
to make us better human beings.



On the left, Justin with his mom, dad and brother Ben on Easter 2003.
On the right, Justin and his closest friend/brother Brandon.



Justin with his brother Ben, in February 2003.




On the left, Justin with his girlfriend Tiffany and on the right,
Justin with one of his teachers, Angel Harless.



His Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of him as gone away...
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets -
this earth is only one...
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of comfort where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today how nothing
but our sadness can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost -
and he is loved so much.
By E. Brenneman





IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right
There will always be another day to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
Danny & Barbara Collins


As a footnote to this poem... I was doing all of this to the very second the Justin passed away...
I was videoing him when the accident happened and was spending the day with him.
But that was our every day life and I have absolutely no regrets about my life with Justin
and how our time was spent. I was just thinking it was a good poem
and may be good for others to read...



This is the Memory Bench that was placed at Justin's High School.


 

These are pictures of our new granddaughter, Cali Nicole McCoy. She is 4 months old now, and she looks so much like Justin did when he was a baby,
she is truly a blessing. I know that he is watching over her.






READ THE FIRST LINE CAREFULLY.

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
~ Author Unknown


This image above is a gift from Angel Dustin's mom. You can visit his page at Dustin's Page


For the McCoy family, for their so very handsome Angel Justin.
GEOFFREY P. EDWARDS




In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera




     



Please visit this very special page for Justin's birthday ~
Remembering Justin On His Birthday


Please also visit this tribute page
For Justin's Heaven Day

Please click on the deer button below to visit Justin's Photo Pages ~


And please click on the deer below to visit the wonderful page
that Marlene made for Justin ~



Halloween Party For All Angels





Exodus 19:4 -
I bare you on eagle's wings, and brought you unto myself.



A friend can hear a tear drop.



This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Justin Anthony McCoy

on September 19, 2003
Last updated: June 25, 2017
2003 - 2017









Maria's Tribute to Christopher



"I went to Justin's page tonight and was so touched by his eyes. They even today still say so much. I feel his eyes were the 'true window to his soul'. I've heard that before but that doesn't always apply. In Justin's case, they do.

He is still smiling that big huge smile and I know that you already know that. Just know that his life has touched so many and tonight ... touched one more. Mine.

Please accept this award from me to You in loving memory of Justin."

Poems by Kaye DesOrmeaux