Clinton Ray Nichols was called to be with our Lord on Monday, November 8, 2004 at the age of 34 years old.
Clinton would proudly lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it. He was a hard worker in the oil field and laborer.
Mr. Nichols is survived by his wife of 7 years, Dana Goad-Nichols; daughter, Karlisa Goad; Sons, Cory Goad; all of Pattison, Texas; and son Jesse Goad, Danelle Goad and His 2 month old granddaughter Angela Goad All of Katy, Texas; Son - Holden of Victoria, Texas; His parents Garry & Diann Nichols, His brother Troy Nichols and his sister Katrina Nichols all of Marrero, LA.
Memorial Service will be Saturday, December 18, 2004 at Believers Baptist Church in Pattison, Texas. Go to memorial page for more information.
Special Dedications to Clinton from his wife:
Song - (Mandy Moore) From Loving You
Poems:
Wishing You Near
I have come to relize that time is so dear
When you are no longer here
I cling to memories, Sweet bitter memories
That bring you near
If only I can touch you again without bringing
back the pain
Feeling your presence
That you are not really very far away
That would bring back the joy and magic
Of being again together
I know you are
Just a whisper away
When I Am Dead
When I am dead. my dearest, Since no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me, With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain:
I shall not hear the nightingales, Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight, That doth not rise nor set,
Happily I may remember, And Happily may forget.
In Memory Of You
I find an old photograph and see your smile.
As I feel your presence a new, I am filled with warmth and my heart remembers love.
I read an old card sent many years ago during a time of turmoil and confusion.
The soothing words written then still caress my spirit and bring me peace.
I remeber who you used to be the laughter we shared and wonder what you have become.
Where are you now, Where did you go,
When the body is left behind and the spirit is released to fly?
Perhaps you are the morning bird singing joyfully at sunrise, or
the butterfly that dances so carelessly on the breeze or
the rainbow of colors that brightens a stormy sky or
the fingers of afternoon mist delicately reaching over the mountain or
the final few rays of the setting sun lighting up the skies edging the clouds with a magical glow.
I miss your being but I feel your presence, In whatever form you choose to take, however you now choose to be.
Your spirit has become for me a guardian angel on high guiding, advising, and watching over me.
I remeber you. You are with me and I am not affraid.
