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Never too young to be with God,
Though it be a sorrowful day
For those on earth left alone and sad,
To know he has gone away.
Never too young to be with God.
Just a little while ago,
He came from God.
If God calls back the Loan,
It's surely better so.
Sincerely yours,
Pastor Bob and Sandy Turton (In memory of our son, Billy)
P. O. Box 175
Hightstown, NJ 08520--0175 cell: 609-289-1960
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Enclosed is a copy of ny son's poem that he wrote when he was 16 years of age. Craig received his pilot's license before his
drivers license. Craig became a police officer in Robbinsville, and was a flight instructor. On August 9, 2000 he was taken from
us at the age of 28 years in a mid air collision. The one thing he had such a passion for took his precious life. Craig was
also a husband and father of a 6 month old boy Alex. When Craig handed me this poem 20 yeaars ago, I never imagined the
tremendous comfort I would get out of this poem. I hope you and everyone can see the amount of passion he had for flying.
As I climb higher and higher
into the midnight sky.
I see the light from the
stars go by.
I know the air supports my
wings. Soon I will forget
everything.
Oh I love to fly.
I fly farther and farther and
head toward the moon.
All of my problems escape
me soon.
Oh I love to fly.
I have never felt this feeling
before. My love for this I am sure.
The earth drifts farther away. My
worries are no longer here to stay.
Oh I love to fly.
By: Craig
