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| Michael Paul Johnson |
| Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond's gift of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the autumn's gentle rain. When you awaken in The morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. |
| Of quiet circled flight I am the soft stars that shine At night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there because I did not die... Poem donated by: Samantha Mantz |
| Michael "Junior" Johnson, 60, passed away on December 28, 2003. He was born in Syracuse, New York on June 14, 1943. Michael got his education in Syracuse and worked as a Taxi driver for a number of years. He served in the U.S. Army for nine years, having been station in Korea and Colorado Springs. Michael relocated to Colorado Springs in 1979, and met Grace Johnson (Pal-ing), and they married March 6, 1982. Michael worked in the computer industry until his disability in 2000. He is survived by his loving wife and five children: Jan-Michael G. Johnson, Michael Anthony Johnson, Guy Edmund G. Yurong, Allan Paulo Johnson, and Maricel M. Johnson; a brother, Francis (Frank) and his wife Barbara Johnson of Camillus, New York; (1) Niece; (2) Nephews; and numerous cousins in Syracuse, New York. Visitation was on Tuesday, December 30, 2003 at Mountain View Mortuary, 2350 Montebello Square Drive, Colorado Springs, CO 80918, (719) 590-8922. Services were held Wednesday, December 31, 2003 at 10:00 a.m., in the Mountain View Mortuary Chapel, with cremation to follow... |