MEMORIAL OF

SIMEON NICHOLAS MCCARTY

"Nick"

Lecompte Memorial Chapel

June 9,2005

10:00 A.M.

HONORARY BEARERS:  James Bradley McCarty and Susan Hardin Stevens

BEARERS:  Zachery Ray Hardin, Whitney Lee Brown,Jennifer Marie Brown,Weston Lee McClain,Charles Clinton Rogers,David West

Thanks go to Randy &Patty McClain,Vickie & Larry Rogers,Arnold &Melissa Brown,Sharon Smith, Clyeda Hardin,uncles,aunts,Sandi Roby and so many others who helped in coordinating things, serving as hosts and hostesses,ushering guests, running to the store for last ,minute items,taxi-ing food., clothes,kids,and pets wherever they needed to be.,and helping the McCarty''s  to get through this most awesome day. 

Pictures and displays of Nick and family were assembled and arranged at the chapel by Mrs. Sharon Smith and Mrs.Vickie Rogers. Several pictures were found,  re-done digitally  by Mrs.Wilma Fackler,and re-framed  by Sharon before the service.

Flower arrangements  throughout the spacious chapel were given

Music was beautifully  provided by sisters Patty and Melissa.   Each played lovely eulogies for Nicholas-Mrs.mcClain entertained and consoled us at the keyboard ,Visitation 6-10p.m.June 8,2005.  Mrs.Brown played the organ for the next day's service accompanied by her husband ,Arnold,and daughter,Whitney in a loving trio tribute to Nicholas.

Songs sung were Nick favorites., Elvis Grammy award  winning solo gospel hymns:  "Peace in the Valley'',''how Great Thou Art'',''Amazing Grace"

Bradley picked a Waylon Jennings song,the beautiful ballad,''Come With Me'' . He and Nicholas had listened to it many times together ..'

 somberly listened to was the haunting words,''I Sure Miss You'' that is more evident each day.. focus ing on that happy  day of  seeing Nicholas again at ''The Gate".

Roger Lee Wilhoite,lifetime friend, teacher,and co-worker -Memorial speaker.  after consideration the decision was made to ask the person who had had a profound  impact  on and involvement in Nick's life---Roger.------to say what our boy was like and lead in life experiences with him.  We felt that he knew him better than anyone ,  He was there for many crucial steps in Nick's life as well as numerous fun-filled stories that will keep us laughing  for years to come. ''Buck'' was on Nick's mind and in his heart much of the last years.  Moments About Nick--Anyone who wishes to speak

 the full ,rich voice of Bro. Wallace Kent family pastor and friend, took the microphone and led  in a rousing look back at Nick's life ,his profession of faith.and hope for eternity. 

A WORD ABOUT THE POETS

BY

Jane Marie Ellis

Many of the poems  throughout this Memorial were written and/or arranged by NANCY ,MARILYN FERGUSON, WHITNEY LEE BROWN,BRANTLEY CONNER adding to those of our beloved classic writers.

Yes, use the poem..............it's what my son would say to me if he were here........
I know that for a fact. HUGS FROM KENTUCKY

I WILL BE THERE

Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,With tiny lights like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.  The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away that tear.  For with Jesus Christ I'll spend Christmas this fourth year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear.  But the sounds of music can't compare to the Christmas choir up here.  I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring.

For it's beyond description to hear the angels sing.  I know how much you miss me; I see the pain inside your heart.  But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.  So be happy for me family,you know I hold you dear.  And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus another year.

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above,  I send you a memory of my undying love.  After all,love is a gift more precious than pure gold.  Remember,I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ again this year.

THE CHRISTMAS  TEARS

I will gather with the family.  Christmas Day is finally here.  But I will reserve a moment of time To shed my Christmas Tears.

This special moment is just for us  A mother and her son  I'll laugh and cry about times gone by   And all the things we've done.

As I sing our Christmas carols  I'll open the gift you gave to me.    This gift is more precious than gold itself.  It's the gift of your memory.

As I sift through the layers of tissue  That are in this gift of mine,  It takes me back to a Christmas past,  To a brighter and happier time.

I 'll  relive all the Christmases That we had for twenty-five years.knowing that there will be no more  Brings on the Christmas Tears.

I trust these precious gifts of yours  Will sustain me through the years,  And maybe there will be a Christmas day--With no more Christmas Tears.

Thank you Linda McIntuff 

Life's Clock

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop
At late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more;
To lose one's soul is such a loss
As no man can restore.

The present only is our own,
Live, love, toil with a 'will'
Place no faith in "tomorrow" - for
The clock may then be still.