Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered
for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.
Song of Solomon 8:7
A Love Letter to My Husband
My Dearest James,
There are various ways to say I love you, words being the simplest, the most common, yet the most powerful. Therefore, I begin with the words, I love you, Baby. I love you. I love you. I love you so very, very much. Words fail to carry what I feel in my heart. There is a melody in those words, a song written in my heart sung by me to you. My whole being cries out for you. My insides scream, “James, James, James.” I am unplugged. There is no existence for me without you. Our love for one another touches my very soul. You are a part of me; I am a part of you.
I love how you hold me in your arms, my head on your shoulders, my nose tucked into your neck, our hearts touching physically and emotionally, beating simultaneously. We are intertwined. We melt into one another, becoming a single being, one flesh. “This is my favorite place to be,” I whisper to you. You respond by drawing me closer, kissing me on my forehead.
When you open the door and enter the home that we share. I listen and wait. You call out to me. I long to hear you beckon me. Only you can call me with that special tone that says I am yours and you are mine. My Baby is home, in my arms once again. We shut the door on the outside world.
I thank God for you. I thank God for a perfect mate for forty-seven years. We were perfectly and especially made for one another. James, thank you for your loving devotion to me. We have experienced love on a level many long for.
Though now separated on this plane by death, there is no death in the spirit. We can never be separated. Death has been defeated. I know for certain that one glorious day we shall see one another again, and I can hardly wait.
Thank You, Jesus, for the privilege of having this man, James Murray Smith, as my husband.
I love you, Baby!
Your Loving Wife,
The Old Gents
My best friend:
A true friend is someone who has your back, no matter what. They watch out for you and never purposely lead you astray. They will always have your best interest at heart.
Smitty was my best friend for almost 60 years, a servant of God and as close to me as a brother. I miss him every day.
R.I.P. Smitty...my brother and my best friend!
~ Wayne Douglas
While driving home after my last visit with Smitty, a few days before he passed, I thought about the 61 years that we were friends. I smiled a few times, and laughed out loud even more times, remembering the things that we did together. I also thought about how most of the things we have during our lifetimes can be replaced; except your best friends.
Thanks for being one of my best friends, Smitty.
~ Bill Andrews
Smitty and I met in 7th grade and remained close friends until the end. We were "coming of age " partners, experiencing life's events together - getting our driver’s licenses, going to high school, and going to the same college. Of all our close friends, we were the only ones that went to Vietnam, albeit one year apart.
After college, we kept in contact via the phone, and always met in person at our annual college reunion. I will truly miss him. We always ended our phone conversation with "I love you man."
~ Ronnie Jones
I met Smitty when I was visiting my cousin Ronnie in Cleveland. We were teenagers at the time, and boy did we enjoy those times together. Fast forward, we all attended our beloved Central State University at the same time. Following our graduation, we went our separate ways (careers, military, etc.), but always remained in touch.
Smitty was special we all loved him. He was a very close friend of mine whom I will never forget. We were friends from the time we met to the time of his passing.
~ Charlie Jones
I want everyone to know that James Smith was one of a kind. He was classic in every sense of the word. He was smart and unselfish. He was a great host and very witty. For over fifty years we were friends. He was also my “Roadie”. I will miss him.
For God, For Country, For State
Keep On Soldier
~ Keith Scott
MY BELOVED FRIEND
JAMES “SMITTY” SMITH
I would like to extend to you and your family my heartfelt condolences in the loss of our beloved and my dear friend James “Smittty" Smith.
Today I come in peace and love to help celebrate the life and memories of a wonderful, kind, strong, and proud man.
“Smittty” was a devoted friend with a beautiful spirit.
He was full of life, eloquent, a gentleman, a man of passion, enthusiastic, great personality,
contagious smile, the most gracious host, organizer, and a heart of gold!
He loved his cars, golf, CSU University, and was a proud Vietnam Vet.
Most important was love of his wife, family, and friends. This is the legacy that we will all cherish.
To You My Friend
S Your Beautiful “Smile"
M Meticulous Ways
T Your Tenacity
I will miss our annual road trips to CSU, well-being checks, I’ve got U moment, fond memories, and the good times shared by all.
May You Rest in Heavenly PEACE.
Here is a “Toast" to YOU My Friend.