Oh, and I wanted to post this yesterday, but I wasn't home much yesterday to get it done:

The Drummer Boy
by Candice E. Yarbrough
In memory of Jim Nordan
March 31, 1977--April 4, 1995


Not too long ago lived a drummer boy named Jim.
For some unknown reason, God took his life from him.
He used to march along in rhythm of the band;
No one even knew his death was close at hand.
We all feel so much pain ever since he died--
It just won't be the same without him marching with "The Pride."
He had a great sense of humor; everyone loved to have him near;
If you stop and listen, his drums you still can hear.
Some things are forever gone, like the moments in the past,
But the memories we have of Jim are forever going to last.


I was in the highschool band, on the drumline, with Jim when I was a freshman, and he was a Senior. He was killed 9 years ago yesterday in a tragic accident when he fell asleep at the wheel driving down Hwy 51, veered into the other lane and hit a bus head-on. This happened not long before he was to graduate from high school and right after his 18th birthday. Before that day, I had never known anyone that young to die. Just days before, he was laughing and making jokes like he always did. He was such a well-liked person, and very fun to be around, and in an instant, his life was snatched from him. He's been in heaven now for 9 years and it may seem like a long time to us down here on earth, but in heaven, 9 years is not even a split second.