Marion County GaArchives Obituaries.....Jossey, Tom December 25 1901
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The Marion County Patriot, January 3, 1902
The Marion County Patriot, No. 1
January 3, 1902
Page Three

Local Paragraphs

We regret to learn of the death of Tom Jossey, son of Mr. and Mrs. W.B. Jossey, 
which occurred at his father’s home Wednesday after a ten days illness with 
pneumonia.  He was about sixteen years of age, a good boy and obedient son and 
the people sympathize with the family in their irreparable loss.

The Marion County Patriot, No. 2
January 10, 1902
Page Three

A Sad Death

On Christmas Day, a day on which it seems that all hearts should be light and 
happy, the Angel of Death came into the home of Mr. W.B. Jossey and took away 
Tom, one of our most promising young men.  Shall we call him a man?  It seems 
as though he was yet only a boy.

We cannot understand the workings of Providence.  It seems to us that the 
flower was plucked just as it began to unfold its petals.

Tom has always been a good boy.  As a child, he had a sweet, cheerful 
disposition, which won him many friends.  As he grew into manhood the same 
sweet, cheerful disposition, with other noble and manly qualities, still 
characterized his life, and he was still loved and admired by all who knew 
him.  He was a boy who was trying to make of himself as near a perfect man as 
possible.

About six months ago he gave his young heart to God and united with the 
church.  Since then he has been faithful to his duty as a church member.  O, 
how we will miss him in the League, Sunday school and prayer meeting!  He was 
so modest and unassuming, yet always willing to do his best in any duty he was 
called to perform.

As I stood looking at the pale, beautiful face – as beautiful in death as it 
had been in life – I thought of the words of the poet:

“There is a reaper whose name is Death, 
And with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.”

It was indeed a “flower” that was taken from his home, his community, his 
church; but we have the assurance that it has been “transplanted in the fields 
of light,” there to adorn the society of the saints.

Oh, stricken father, mother, brothers and sisters!  It seems as if though your 
grief is greater than you can bear. No one can fully realize what it is to 
you.  It is hard indeed for you to say, “They will be done,” but just remember 
that “he is not dead but sleepeth;” and while he cannot come back to you, you 
can go to him in that bright home beyond the sunset where darkness and death 
come not.

“How joyful is the thought that lingers,
When loved ones cross death’s sea.
That when our labors here are ended,
With them we’ll ever be.”

Love Wells



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