Christopher A. Jones, 17, of Carlsbad, Texas, died Friday, Feb. 28, 2003. Graveside service will be at 2 p.m. Tuesday, March 4, in Grape Creek Cemetery. He was preceded in death by his grandfather, George O. Compton. He leaves behind his mother, Sabrina Compton and brother, William R. Barker, both of Carlsbad; his father, Robert Jones of San Angelo; his grandparents, Tom and Judy Short of Carlsbad and Ingrid Weber of San Angelo; his aunts and uncles, Kenneth and Paula Compton of Galveston, Jeff and Jan Compton of San Angelo, Robert and Ivy Compton of San Angelo, Terry and Debbie Searcy of Albuquerque, N.M., Conan Elliott of San Angelo, Shawn Weber of San Antonio, Shelly Jones of San Angelo, Treasha and Buddy Ellington of South Carolina and Donnie Wright; many cousins; a world of friends; and his girlfriend, Lindsey Solis of San Angelo. Our hearts go out to Sheri and Eric Arp and a huge host of friends that are special in our hearts. Our special thanks to the Carlsbad Community and everyone who brought us food and support. We are forever grateful for your kindness. Our very special thanks go to all his friends for their prayers for Chris and our family. Christopher's job on earth is now over and God called him home. He is with his heavenly father in his home in heaven. Chris touched the lives of many people with his love, humor, and wit. He will be greatly missed. ‘I Dreamed of You Last Night' I dreamed of you last night, up where the angels sing. You had the brightest smile, as you bowed before the King. And still I wanted to hold you, and keep you near my heart. The thought of never seeing you, is tearing me apart. How can I go on living? when part of me has died. And the aching inside of me, compares only to the tears I've cried. God taught me how to love you, taught me to watch as you grow. The lesson that he never taught me, was how to let you go. Every breath I take is agony, every tear I cry is sharp. Please let the angels hold you, as they play upon their harps. I pray with every breath I take, you know that you were loved. And how I asked God each night, to watch you from above. I dreamed of you last night, and together we walked in the sand. And I placed the child I love, into the Father's Hand. - San Angelo Standard Times