Crisis, Grief, and Healing => Child Loss => Topic started by: Dena on December 11, 2006, 06:32:33 PM

Title: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Dena on December 11, 2006, 06:32:33 PM
This thread is for all parents to share their children's stories and photographs
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children-Danielle Marie Plourde
Post by: John-Danielle Marie's Daddy on December 11, 2006, 08:11:53 PM
Our Daughter, Danielle Marie Plourde
January 4, 1995 – February 20, 2006

Danielle was born on a VERY cold January 4th in 1995 in Hartford, Connecticut.
To the proud parents of John & Bernice Plourde, she was a perfect, healthy and beautiful baby girl with dark hair and blue eyes. She was very happy baby and loved her big brother. Danielle was very curious about EVERYTHING she had so many what and why questions as a young toddler. Danielle LOVED to have stories read to her and became an excellent reader also. She LOVED to read to her younger cousins as they stared at her in awe. She loved other babies and was a “little mother” to all her cousins born after her helping to bath, change, dress and even helping their mommies feed them. There was ALWAYS a favorite doll that Danielle would “practice” her mommy skills on. Danielle had the unique distinction of being the ONLY little girl in our family. Both her aunts had only boys (6 in all). Danielle NEVER let that bother her; she LOVED to get just as rough and dirty as her cousins and brother. She also had a very special love for her family. She was a true light in our lives.
Danielle made instant friends with any other child she met. She loved the outdoors and was a true nature lover (except for those pesky bees). She enjoyed outdoor sports from a very early age and played TBall, soccer, swimming, basketball and then found her true love playing girls softball. She was an excellent player and a true teammate.
Danielle was an excellent student who had a gift for reading, history and LOVED math. She received all A’s and B’s during her 5 years in grammar school. She continued developing her reading skills and was a reading buddy to her younger schoolmates. She was active in her school community becoming a very good violin player and being elected to the advanced orchestra. She never minded practicing and enjoyed playing music with her friends. She loved to dance in her basement family room with a couple of her closest friends and sing along with her Karaoke machine. She also loved to play the electronic keyboard that her uncle David gave to her.
Danielle loved spending time with her Girl Scout troop. She was very active in every event and community service project that she could participate in. She advanced in her skills as a person and as a young lady.
Danielle enjoyed spending time with her family. Each holiday was very special when our family would be together and Danielle and her cousins had a good time and were all exhausted at the end of the day. Danielle’s life was full of laughter, love and adventure. She was a very special young lady, loved and cherished by many. Danielle Marie was a fun loving, happy young lady who was talented and succeeded in any task or challenge that she would take on.
On February 20th, 2006 at 11 years and 47 days old, our precious and life-loving daughter, Danielle Marie died at 10:59am in an automobile collision in Sturbridge, MA. She died of a massive traumatic head injury and was pronounced dead at the scene. My wife and son (13) were also in our SUV, which was broadsided by a tractor-trailer who lost control after being hit by a car who went through the intersection. My wife was critically injured (head injury) spent several days in the hospital and is since recovering at home. My son was not injured in the accident (physically). The truck driver was arrested at the scene for DUI. Though he has not been charged in relation to the death of Danielle.
Her family will NEVER share the experience of watching her grow into a teen, graduate high school, mature into a young adult and finally a wonderful, loving woman. We will never experience the joy of helping guide her through her life, answering her questions, supporting and helping her through the “growing pains” that we all must face. We will never watch her experience the happiness and heartbreak of falling in love; perhaps getting married and becoming a mother and raising her own children. Our future with our beloved daughter was RECKLESSLY AND ABRUPTLY STOLEN from us that terrible day.
On Saturday March 25, 2006 we said our final goodbyes to our beautiful, wonderful, young daughter as we buried her. Danielle Marie was a huge part of our lives, which was taken away that day and can never be replaced. We will miss Danielle Marie each and every day forever.

News Article:
Connecticut girl killed, mother injured in multi-vehicle accident
February 21, 2006
STURBRIDGE, Mass. --An 11-year-old Southington, Conn., girl was killed and her mother was among three people injured in a three-vehicle collision that closed off Route 49 for 4 1/2 hours, police said.
The girl and her mother, who was reported in critical condition at the University of Massachusetts Medical Center in Worcester, were not immediately identified. Also treated for injuries and released were a 13-year-old brother of the dead girl, and a woman driving another car involved in Monday's wreck.
Sturbridge police Lt. Thomas J. Ford III said the driver of a tractor-trailer rig involved in the crash, John Broyles, 49, of Webster, was not injured, but was arrested on a charge of drunken driving. Ford said it is not known if alcohol was a contributing factor in the accident.
The accident, involving an SUV carrying the Connecticut family, the tractor-trailer and the car, occurred about 11 a.m. at the intersection of Route 49 and Putnam Road.
While few details of the crash were known, Ford said the semi, owned by Central Transport Inc. of Oklahoma City, Okla., was heading north on Route 49, and the SUV was heading south on the same highway, Ford said. The car, driven by Jessica Matasavage, 24, of North Brookfield, was driving onto Route 49, Ford said.
The tractor-trailer unit ended up on its side.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: starynyte on December 11, 2006, 08:28:39 PM
Name: Chris ~Christopher Malcolm

Birth date: 8.18.83

Death date: 7.21.03

Age at time of death: 19

Cause of death: murder, stabbed in his heart during a fight that I believe was over defending his girlfriend.

Interests/Hobbies: Chris loved to write songs, listen to music, cook, play basketball, football, video games, rollerblade, fishing, camping, hiking, turtle hunting, talking on the phone to girls, and sleeeeeep :)

Favorite things: Steamed Maryland crabs, chocolate mousse, any kind of juice, attention-mainly from girls, hip-hop, turtles, and he LOVED to make people laugh, he was a true comedian!

Things he/she said, sayings, quotes:
snap!, dude, YO

Chris was never a fighter in the physical violent sense, although he was a fighter when it came to life in general. He struggled his whole life with insomnia, depression, ADHD, and the pain of never having a father who cared about him. He was a true friend to many, offering love, support and guidence. No matter how tough life was, or how many times he stumbled, Chris never gave up. He had an old soul, and understood certain things about life that most children wouldn't. Chris was my best friend. He loved me unconditionaly, took care of me when I was sick, and was always there to make me laugh when I needed to the most. We could argue like cats and dogs [being so much alike] then be wrestling and tickling the next minute.

His life here made such an impact on those that love him, left it's mark on many who never knew him, and his spirit lives on to continue.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: sykeller (Ray's mom) on December 11, 2006, 09:20:35 PM
Ray was my beloved, first born, son.  He was noble, kind, gentle loving, intelligent, and erudite, a natural poet.  We left his father when he was very young.  I raised him as a single parent and took great pleasure in his company.  He was hard working and never failed to demonstrate his love for me, his sister, Angela, and his little brother, James.  He fell in love with Catherine Kelly, a woman he met on the internet.  She pretended to have cancer; he became the care-taker, wanting to heal the wounded bird.  He trusted her and she deceived him, she became pregnant, gave birth to a beautiful little boy, my grandson.  She manipulated him, using the child to gain whatever she could from him.  By the time they split, she had managed to drain our (mine and Ray’s) joint money market account of two hundred thousand dollars, ruined our credit and left a trail of bad checks with his name on them.  The night he told me of this was the night he took his life.  I have not seen her or my grandson since that date.  To make matters worse, because he was still legally married, she was allowed to claim his body.  She had him cremated and shipped to another state via FedEx.  We had a service, with no body.  We have no place to grieve, except inside ourselves.  In spite of everything, even having known how everything would end, I am privileged for having been his mother.  I took these words from Wadsworth’s letter after the death of his six-year old son:

“I loved the boy with the utmost love of which my soul is capable and he is taken from me—yet in the agony of my spirit in surrendering such a treasure, I feel a thousand times richer than if I had never possessed it.”


Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Brun~Jims~ mom on December 11, 2006, 11:43:04 PM
It hasn't been quite 2 years since Jim found out he had testicular cancer. A year ago he had a 9 1/2 hour surgery to remove the cancer. We were told chemo was ineffective for this type of cancer.
This Spring they put Jim on chemotherapy....Why ? I'll never know !
On April 20,2004 he finished his chemo, being hopeful, but never telling me of all the misery which went with chemo, only not to worry me.
On April 24th,2004 he was taken to the hospital.....unresponsive. He had full blown pneumonia and toxicity caused by the chemotherapy He was on life support. For 3 days he seemed to improve then we found he had had a massive stroke.... and a viral pneumonia on top of the one he already had. Jim never left the hospital again. _ WHY ??

               I Love You , Jim
Title: My Angel Baby
Post by: Briarly, James' Mommy on December 12, 2006, 04:24:35 PM
I finally made it over to the new board.  Fought it for a while, but find that I really need to be here.
We lost my precious son, James, following the premature rupture of my membranes during an amniocentesis.  I was 23 weeks pregnant.  James was born at 2:41pm on July 18, 2005.  He spent 19 minutes with my husband and I until he could hold on no longer.
On August 2 of this year, James sent his baby sister, Jenna to us... safely.  She reminds us of him in so many ways - yet can never replace him.
We love and miss him so very much.  Every day is a struggle.

I still need you all so very much.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Valerie (Kyle's Mom) on December 13, 2006, 06:47:09 AM
James "Kyle" Berry, born May 19, 1983, became an angel on May 02, 2006.
Kyle father (Jim) and I were married in 1978, we waited five years to begin a family.  The day I found out I was pregnant was one of the happiest days of my life.  I gained 50 pounds during those 9 months, but that didn't stop me from eating thos doritos.  lol
My water broke on the 19th of May at 8:00 in the morning, they say that you shouldn't take a shower, but I did before I went to the hospital...Kyle was so large (9.9lbs)
so my labor wasn't as long as some, he was born at  2:11 pm that day...with long dark hair with blonde highlights running through it.  The nurses said they never seen hair like that, and I had to start trimming it some at 6 weeks because it was in his eyes, and many thought he was a girl, especially with those long eyelashes.
He was such an easy baby to take care of, always hungry, but he would sleep through the night after a few months and take 2 hour naps through the day.  When he began crawling you would have to watch him so close, then he began walking at almost 10 months.  So fearless, and so ready to take on the world.  I worked at an eye clinic when Kyle was a 1 1/2 years old, being around other children who worse glasses, I knew what to look for if their eye sight wasn't very good, and I noticed one of Kyle's eyes turning in some, so my boss checked his eyes at that age, and we found out he was very farsighted and had a lazy eye because of it, so at 18 months my baby was wearing glasses with one lens coated over the good eye to help strengthen the weak eye.  When school started, I started getting notes and phone calls from his teacher telling me Kyle was always disrupting the class, wasn't able to stay on task, and any sound, like a pencil dropping would take him off task.  So we went to a child phycologist, who tested him in depth and diagnosis him with ADHD..they prescribed ritalin, which helped him through out school.
But, he was one who just didn't like books and sitting still, he felt inferior to the other kids, thought he was stupid, and I as a mother worried about him so, constantly having him tutored and constantly trying to build him up.  He realized as he gotten older that he was gifted in other areas, he could take something apart that was so complex and put it back to together in no time, so I continued to praise him on the gifts he had and as he approached his late teen years he was called upon by so many of his friends to help them repair anything they had, from stereos to their car motors, they rented a storage building and worked on their cars and trucks sometimes all through the night, and then sleep until 3:00 in the afternoon on the weekends.  He also was an avid golfer, with a natural and graceful swing, I use to take him to all the tournaments and walk along side, and at times hurt when he was struggling through a tough round.  His dream was to own his own motorcycle repair business, so when I met Philip and decided to move to Florida, Kyle and his girlfriend of 3 years decided to move along with us so he could attend MMI (motorcycle mechanic Int.) in Orlando, Fl.  First him, Kristin and myself packed up my car and rented a car hauler and traveled the 15 hours to central florida, Kyle and I would take turns driving, we had a good time doing this, felt closer to him than I have since he was a toddler.  I thought at that time,
Thank you God for getting us through the teen years and school and helping me raise a fine young man" .  I felt so happy and I really enjoyed his company and conversations.  After I divorced his father, Kyle was sorta of my protector of sorts, well in his mind he thought he would make sure I was watched over and that no one would ever hurt me, our roles of being Mother and Son changed, and I thought it was so endearing.   After we reached Florida, Philip borrowed a truck and 24 ft. trailer, we rested 2 days and headed back to Arkansas, all 4 of us to pack all our stuff, and pack up my parents stuff so they could move in my home in Ark. 
Kyle began school in Orlando, he went to school at 6:00 pm and left at 11:30 Pm, slept for a few hours and worked at Sam's at 5:00 am.  His girlfriend was working at Sam's also and was to begin a community college soon.  I guess the pressures of life cause them to start arguing, being away from home and friends, so Kristin decided to find new friends, which left Kyle feeling angry and alone...she wanted to move out, leaving Kyle with all the bills and just $20 in his pocket.  Philip and I went to Orlando, packed up what was left in the apartment and moved him in with us.
He kept going to school, but his mind wasn't on it, he was down and depressed and wanted to leave for 6 weeks to Arkansas to spend some time with his buddies to get his mind off her..But he also didn't know if he would come back, so we packed a uhaul of his things and he drove straight through by himself back home. 
On April 19th, I received a phone call from a friend, whom I never met of Kyle's, his first words at 12:30 am was that Kyle was in a motorcycle accident, to come to the Elvis Presley Trauma Center in Memphis right away, I told him I was in Florida and asked him if he contacted Kyle's dad and he said he couldn't get ahold of him.  I asked him if Kyle was consious...he said "Oh he's moving some, he's saying something"..all the sentences were so broken up of this young man's mouth.  I said I would call Jim, Jim answered and I told him, he said he would call me as soon as he got to the hospital...Gawd, I didn't now what to do, when you are so far away and your baby is hurt, not knowing what is happening...it was 2 hours before I received a call from Jim, he said Valerie, you need to get here...Kyle has internal bleeding..he has lost 18 units of blood already and they are searching desparately to find out where it's coming from.  I had my Dad living with me, he has alztheimers, so I called my brother in Texas to see if he would watch Dad for a month at least, because I didn't know how long I would be there, booked a flight for Dad, and booked one for Philip and I at the same time..
When the plane landed I called Jim first thing, he said they stopped the bleeding, I thought "Thank GOD"  he said to warn me that he is all swollen and to see him will frighten me, so to stay calm.  My son weighs 250 pounds, he's 6'3" tall, when I walked in that room and saw him he covered that small hospital bed, especially since he was so swollen...the doctor's said he was in extreme critical state, but he's young and strong, he has alot going for him.  You see, his pelvis was busted up, no head trauma, so right now all they were trying to do was keep him alive, not doing anything else, and to do that thay put rods in his pelvis to keep him still, not to fix them yet, and they put him a paraletic state, meaning he could probably hear, but won't be able to move or open his eyes.  Everyday I was there during every visiting time, asking questions, rubbing his head and arm, I still feel his arm to this day, how it felt so large and the skin so tight from being swollen, slowly he was losing fluids, slowly he started to look like Kyle.  His stomach was not inside him, they had  it covered with a clear plastic bag and a sheet, they were waiting for more swelling to go down so they can eventually take graphs from his thighs to cover his open belly.  After a week, they were concerned with renal failure, his potassium levels were dropping, On May 1st, they were beginning to show improvements, and if they improve to a certain level they would take him to surgery to do the graphs.  I sent Philip back the Sunday before, when the doctors said he was improving some, but not out of the woods, I was staying with a friend who lived a block from the hospital.  I was told by all the doctors that his healing will take a long time, and he might be in ICU for a month or longer, so I wasn't going to leave until he was out of the hospital.  On the morning of May 02nd, (Tuesday) I went to the hospital, they informed me that since his vitals improved that they were going to do the graph surgery that day, so I kissed my baby, and stroked his hair and told him over and over how much I loved him, I went to the waiting room, only me, and sat their talking to other parents there who had kids in ICU, I felt positive.  Finally the phone rings, the nurse said that the surgey went well and since I missed visiting hours that as soon as he is back in the room I could go see him, so at 6:00 I went in and everything looked great, they said all went well, his vitals were good.
I left and came back at 9:00, a doctor and a nurse were in the room looking at one of the machines, they said that his blood pressure was lower than they wanted, and with the surgery he lost some blood, so they were going to give him a unit of blood.  That not to worry, get some rest.
So I went to Brooks, took a sleeping pill because I could rest well, and at 12:30 am again, my cell rings it was the hospital, they wanted me to come down...I woke Brook up and she and I parked the car and when I saw the chaplain at the door and he turned and walked the other way, I felt uneasy...we walked down that long hallway to ICU, Brook buzzed them and they said to wait a minute the nurse will be there...you see, I knew he was gone, they usually just push a button and let you in...I peeked through the crack of the double doors and I saw the doctor that was there earlier, the nurse and the chaplain walking towards the door...the door opened...words were coming out of his mouth...I kept saying to myself..."Just say it" "Just tell me"...and finally he did...Everything else after that was like something took over my body to allow me to go through the motions, to go sign for the small bag of belongings that Kyle had on him...his tongue stud, his watch, some change, his wallet...I held them and looked at them and was in total disbelief....I know this is long....but I haven't told this, but once, and to go through it again was something I needed to do....Valerie
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Dottie (Tammie's Mom) on December 13, 2006, 12:28:49 PM
Tammie Marie was born on August 9, 1965. I was 17 years old and we became best friends and Mom and daughter all in one day. It was the BEST day of my life.
Tammie, was an easy child to raise, I was a single parent most of her life so we were extremely close. I did everything with her. Tammie was a GREAT athlete won many awards State wide for both Tennis, Baseball and softball. Tennis she traveled with a Junior league all over. I never missed a game, or match. She did well in school but like most teenagers of course had her moments.
Tammie graduated from High school and decided to get her own apartment, she had worked from the time she was 16. So she moved out and became a responsible young adult. But we lived very close and saw each other daily and talked on the phone many times aday.
At 25 Tammie decided to go back to school, she wanted to get into Music Management. So she completed her first two years at UNLV then moved to Nashville to finish college at MTSU. She graduated at 30 with dual majors. Tammie quickly went to work for an entertainment attorney who introduced her to George Jones nephew who was trying to pursue a new career. They immediately became friends and Tammie started to represent him. SHE LOVED IT::::Met many of the stars of Country in the 90's. Went to the CMA show twice. Then she was in a car accident and they started treating her with PAIN pills. I had no idea what was happening for many years. I would ask even the doctors and they all said the treatment was needed. So you TRUST:::: ??? We had also moved to Nashville to be closer to Tammie so I saw her daily. It is unbelievable how addiction can take you over and ruin your life. Tammie became addicted to the pain meds, and fought it for almost 10 years with rehab and counseling. She hated not being in control of her life any longer. After many heart breaking  years Tammie overdosed on pain pills prescribed by a doctor that barely knew her. He gave her 190 pills , she took 30 in a 24 hour period and it stopped her breathing. she died in her sleep in her bed at home. Tammie had just started a new job, that she loved and moved into a new house. She had a new love in her life and was happier than I had seen her in years. She was in another car accident in March of 2005. A teenager with no license hit her in the side and totaled her car. Well it started all the old injuries again and without me knowing this new DR. prescribed PAIN PILLS.
Tammie was my only child. My best friend and my reason for getting up everyday. I don't know how I will ever live my life without her. Tammie died on Sept. 14, 2005. Almost exactly 6 months after the car accident. Tammie was a daughter I was always proud of, even in her addiction she was kind, and loving. No one hated the drugs more than she did. I still can't believe she is gone. My heart is BROKEN, and the VOID in my life is unbearable on most days. Thank you all for being here for me.

Dottie Tammie's PROUD Mom
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Brenda(Jessica's Mom) on December 13, 2006, 01:41:04 PM
My first born daughter Jessica was born Dec 31 1987 and died in a car crash June 22 2004. She was bright and the top of her class, and my world is forever altered becasue she left us all so young. Its too hard today to write more, but her life story is on her website if anyone hasnt already seen it it's www.jessicakaiser.com. Love to you all.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: mojomomma on December 13, 2006, 04:44:41 PM

Community Coalition Wins Funds to Help Keep Teen Drivers Safe

Northern Colorado ranks at the top of the charts in many quality of life surveys. Alarmingly, our area also holds a tragic distinction: #1 in the State for teens killed in vehicular crashes.

In 2005, Larimer County had a record number of teenage fatalities, killing 10 people age 16-20. Larimer County also has one of the lowest seat belt use rates among teenagers, coming in at 60.6% (sources: CDOT and CO State Patrol). Of those teenage crash victims admitted to the Regional Trauma Center at Poudre Valley Hospital from 2000 to 2005, 44% of the drivers were not using their seatbelts and neither were 53% of their passengers.

Joyce Trujillo wants us all to get past the statistics and remember that there is a person – and families and friends – deeply bound to every unnecessary teen motor vehicle crash death. In 2003, her 18-1/2-year-old son, Tyler Nicholas Trujillo, was killed when a car he was a passenger in went off a 20 foot embankment near Horsetooth Reservoir. The teen driver of the car had been through driver’s education and had his license for three-and-a-half weeks. “If the Graduated License Law had been in place – and enforced – this wouldn’t have happened,” Joyce says.

Joyce is now a member of the Teen Motor Vehicle Safety Coalition (TMVS) of Larimer County. The Coalition’s goal is to increase seat belt use among Larimer County teens to reduce motor vehicle crash fatalities, with emphasis on increasing awareness of and compliance with the Graduated Drivers License (GDL) law. Coalition members include Poudre Valley Hospital, law enforcement, EMS, school administration, the insurance industry, and teens and parents of teen drivers.

The TMVS Coalition recently won new, unprecedented funding from the Colorado Department of Transportation (CDOT). Now, an $83,000 award will allow the Coalition to reach out to teens as well as train them to educate each other about motor vehicle safety and GDL.

For many teens, a driver’s license means freedom. No more car pools or parental pick ups and drop offs. By nature, teens are more likely to underestimate dangers in a hazardous situation and have less experience coping with those situations. The GDL is designed to help limit teens’ exposure to risks while they gradually gain driving experience.

Captain Bob Parish, a 30 year veteran of highway safety patrol and a member of the Coalition, points out that getting a driver’s license is “one of the biggest changes to occur in an individual’s lifestyle. We ask a lot of our teens when we give them responsibility for driving. We owe it to our community not to repeat the sad distinction of highest amount of teenage fatalities in car crashes.”

Dr. Chris Cribari, Trauma Medical Director at Poudre Valley Hospital, agrees. “I’m a parent and have a teenager who’s out there driving. The ultimate achievement of our trauma system would be if we could prevent the injuries and death. The efforts of the Teen Motor Vehicle Safety Coalition will help make that critical link for prevention.”

A primary goal of the Coalition is teen participation in designing its programs. A Teen Coalition subcommittee is planned; area teens will serve by a selective application process. “Teens will be involved start to finish,” says Janet Werst, Injury Prevention Specialist at PVH and project manager for the TMVS grant. “We don’t want to preach at them, we want to involve them.” The Teen Coalition will be empowered to design its own public service campaigns, plan safety awareness events, and work with other community advocates to impart change.

For Joyce, “Remembering Tyler is not about sadness, it’s life. It’s hard to talk about a crash and all the lives that are affected. But there’s always time to work for change and now we have this great grant money and the right people on board. We’ll have fun with it, get the teens involved, and have a good time.”

While teen involvement is key, parents are equally important. The Coalition will work with parents to help them understand GDL and their responsibilities to manage the safe driving experience of their teens. “Parents set the rules, and if your teens don’t comply, there should be consequences,” says Capt. Parish. The Coalition will encourage open conversation and responsibility on the part of parents and teens to choose to be safe.

Both Captain Parish and Joyce stress the benefits, rather than the perceived limits, of GDL. “This should be our gift – to say no,” says Joyce. “You have to stop and think and ask your kids about where they’ll be taking the car and who will be with them. I want people to realize GDL are not ‘suggestions’ but laws to be followed.”

“When parents sign for a permit, they also have the right – at any time up to age 18 – to rescind a permit,” reminds Parish. “We’re hoping to empower parents, as well as our teens, to understand we all have a part to play in improving teen compliance with GDL and seatbelt use.”

“This is my way of talking for Tyler,” says Joyce. “Sometimes parents talk about the ‘hassle factor’ of GDL and I ask that they consider the alternative. I don’t want any other parents to have to experience what we have gone through. Kids keep dying in crashes and they don’t have to. With the grant, I’m excited to go forward.”

“Tyler is in that grant money, saying ‘is this ok, Mom?’ That’s the part that takes my breath away. He’s still here with us in so many ways.”

What is the GDL Law?

In Colorado, GDL laws require:
• The minimum learner’s permit age is 16 unless a driver takes a drivers education course at age 15, or passes a 4-hour driver awareness course at 15 years 6 months.
• Teens must hold a learner’s permit for at least one year.
• Teens with a learner’s permit must log 50 hours of driving time with parents or driving instructors (including 10 nighttime hours), no driving for drivers under age 17 between midnight and 5 a.m.
• No passengers under age 21 until you have a driver’s license for at least six months (siblings and passengers with medical emergencies excepted).
• No more than one passenger under age 21 until you have a driver’s license for at least one year (siblings and passengers with medical emergencies excepted).
• Drivers under age 17 are restricted to only one passenger in the front seat and may only have as many passengers in the back of the car as there are seat belts. The driver and all passengers must be buckled up.
• No cell phones while driving.
(From “Think Colorado’s New Teen Driving Laws Are Tough?” brochure, available from the Colorado Department of Transportation (303)757-9453; see also www.coteendriver.com).

Interested in getting involved?

Contact Janet Werst, Injury Prevention Coordinator at 970-495-7504.
Teens, watch for opportunities in early September to apply for the Teen Subcommittee of the Teen Motor Vehicle Safety Coalition.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Brenda Taylors Mom on December 13, 2006, 07:31:33 PM
My son Taylor Allen was born April 23rd 1990. He was such a precious baby, even though he was a boy he always got complimented on what a beautiful boy he was. From the time he was crawling he was taking cars and making the brrrmm noises, he was all boy.  He grew up a happy and carefree, loved motorized things from power wheels on up to dirt bikes and atv's. Taylor was like a magnet when it came to friends, he always had at least two over every weekend sometimes three four or five and it got pretty wild and noisey. Taylor was  very appreciative and of all he had and he valued his friends and family very much.  He was ornery and loved to play tricks on people especially his sister, April. There is fourteen years age difference between them.  Taylor was always quick to forgive and loved to give other kids things that didn't has as much as he did. My son taught me a lot about the secret of life, to lighten up and not take life so serious, to forgive, and to laugh and have fun. I'm trying Tay, I'm really trying. I love you so much Taylor, you will always be part of me forever.
Taylor and his best friend Caleb were bike riding Oct 7th 2004 when they were struck by a speeding out of control car. 
A quote from a Garth Brooks song reminds me of how I feel about Taylor's live and death.
" I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance "
I wouldn't have missed having you in my life for anything Taylor.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: faye on December 14, 2006, 09:15:59 AM
Born December 08, 1972 ~ Heaven Bound on January 07, 2006

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Larry was born in Boston, Ma. on Dec. 8, 1972.  He was a joy to us right from the beginning.  As he grew older he attended school and always graduated with honors. He was Salutatorian (sp?) of his class.    One of his teachers described him as a "teacher's dream. "  Then he was off to college.  He attended the University of Florida and again gradated with honors. He decided he would go into Chemical Engineering, and he attended Georgia Tech where he got a Masters Degree in Chemical Engineering.  He got a great job, but decided that this wasn't his cup of tea, so on he went to Berkeley College in San Francisco and got another Masters Degree in Business (his MBA).  He landed a wonderful job in Investment banking (foreign exchange) in Manhattan so off he went again.  He was loved by so many friends and colleagues as well.  He was very thoughtful and level headed and called often.  He was especially close to his Grandmother who was in an Alzheimer's Facility, and he would call her and visit whenever he came in to Florida.  She was declining very fast and so Larry was waiting for the dreaded call. 
He never got that call, because while on a business trip to London, he started to have flu-like symptoms the day before he was to leave for home.  Thinking it was just the flu he figured he would wait until he got home before seeing a doctor.  The next day he did board the plane (I didn't even know he was ill) and evidently got worse, he was short of breath, and had developed a rash all over his body.  The Paramedics were called and met the plane when it landed at JFK Airport in N.Y.  They worked on him for 45 minutes, but he was gone.  He was DOA to the hospital. He had just turned 33 in December and was in the prime of his life.   He had just bought a house and adopted a dog which he called "Pumpkin.  He was living with someone and was extremely happy.  He had everything to live for.    The call came on Saturday evening at 11:15 P.M. on Jan. 7, 2006 that Larry was very very sick.  They did not tell me that he was gone.  I have a nephew in N.Y. who had to go to the hospital to identify him.  I knew in my heart that he was gone, but was hoping against hope that he wasn't.  My nephew called to tell us he was gone.  I will never forget that call.  I was screaming and shaking all over.  He was shipped to Florida, (Ft. Lauderdale) where we had his memorial service and the burial.

How do you bury a child?  That is not the way it should be.    I miss him more than words can say, and a huge part of me died too.  My heart is broken in pieces, and there is a hole in my heart that will never heal.  My mother died two weeks after Larry, and we had to put one of our dogs down due to Cancer on the same day my Mom died.

 How does one get over the loss of a child?  I wasn't even familiar with Meningococcal Meningitis with Septicemia (blood poisoning) until I did some research on it.  I didn't know it could kill within 24-48 hours after the symptoms began. 

I am having someone walk in his memory at the annual Angel Walk and I will keep supporting Meningitis Angels until a cure or a vaccine is found.
Rest in peace my sweet boy. 

Your whole family misses you terribly, and your were loved by everyone you touched in your short life.

 Larry and Nana have flow beyond the stars, entered the gates of heaven and touched the face of God.

We will miss them but will see them again.


Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: JenKellisMom on December 14, 2006, 10:18:53 AM
Kelli Lynn Carter

December 14, 1996 - May 15, 2006

Died from complications of a bone marrow transplant.

Loved to dance, cheer, ride horses and cook.  Her dream was to be a chef and one day open a restaurant for people with food allergies so that they could enjoy a meal out without having to worry about their allergies.  (Kelli had celiacs disease and therefore couldn't eat anything with gluten in it.  Gluten is a protein found in wheat.)

Kelli had combined variable immune deficiency and as a result was plagued by various medical issues most of her life, mostly having to do with her lungs.  She was diagnosed with leukemia when she was 4 and went through chemo for 3 years.  Her immune system never quite recovered from the chemo and she ended up needing a bone marrow transplant in order to give her a new immune system.

Despite her physical ailments she was a lively, vibrant kid who was always quick with a smile. She always thought she was the luckiest kid in the world because she had her friends and family, her dog Kodi and she loved her school. I NEVER let myself believe that she wouldn’t make it through the BMT.  Even in the PICU on the day she passed, I was still believing that she would pull through.

She was complicated medically, but Kelli never let that stop her. One of my biggest regrets is that there are people who will never know how smart she was, how spiritual she was, how strong she was. They won’t taste her cooking or hear her laugh.

I miss her so much and its going to be such a long life without her.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Lisa Moody on December 14, 2006, 03:47:41 PM
Russell Alan Moody Jr.  AKA Russell Boy
Born in Waihiawa Hospital - Honolulu Hawaii December 10, 1983
Russell has 4 older brothers and one younger sister.  Russell boy was the youngest of the boys. He grew up on Kauai Hawaii and later moved to Portland, Oregon. Russell boy was full of spirit as he is today with the good lord above.  Russell boy lived a well filled life with friends and family.  On July 14, 2006 Russell Boy passed as a result of a Hit & Run Accident here in Oregon.  This day will forever shatter our lives.  Russell Boy leaves behind a daughter - Anela Moody who just turned 2 yrs old on October 28, 2006. She is a precious Little thing and very beautiful.  Russell Boy was kind and thought of everyone else especially his daughter before himself. he is deeply missed by all.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: momofwatsonx on December 15, 2006, 09:50:36 PM
July18.1987 -----  May 26,2006

Josh was my only son i have two daughters ages are 21 and 9.
Josh was born ed in Moody Texas were we lived until he was about 3 years old and i left his father who was abusive and a drug additive.  I worked hard to make a good home for my two children, then i meet and married Tom.   Josh always hatted his father for all the things that he seen when he was a child. despite the rocky road as a child my son grew up to be a wonderful young man!

Josh graduated from Sterling high school in baytown in 2005 then the became a correctional officer for the High tower unit in Daytown.  Texas.   Josh and I had our usual mom and son disagreements but he knew that I loved him more that life.

He often teased me that I never spend time with him he worked nights and i worked days and it seemed like the only time we had together was in the morning while I was getting dressed for work he would come lay on my bed and tell me about his night, on his off days he would make a point to come pick me up and take me to lunch just so we could hang... i miss that so much..\

The morning of May 26,2006, I got up to leave for work and Josh was on his long change so he was going back to work that night, so he had stayed up late, anyway I went in his room and said hey son I am leaving for work your sister Brittany is taken Rachel his other sister shipping, she has a graduation to go to so Rachel is going to hang out with her for a while today but she will drop her off around 4or5, Josh who was half asleep said OK, and then i said run the vacuuming in the living room for me and I love you have a good day and he said OK mom I love you too, be careful and have a good day.

I left for work and around 11;30 Josh calls and said hey mom was Brittany her this morning, i said Josh if Brittany wasn't there then where is your little sister? he said well that was my next question.
I said son did you here any thing I said this morning and he said all i heard was blah blah blah blah i love you bye.... I then asked if he ran the vacuum and he gave me his smart answer vacuum makes noise and i hear no noise, I said well you better here some noise before i get home and he laughed and said he might go to the movies with his friends later. we said our I love yous and hung up the phone.

Later on around 1 I thought  that i should call him and see if he wanted to go to lunch, but i was really busy working on the weddings i had for that weekend. and time slipped away around 2:45 Brittany brought me Rachel and said she wanted to hang out with me so Josh could sleep. as time went by I never even though that something was wrong, you see Josh watched Rachel all the time and if she wasn't home at a certain time he was on the phone calling me.   Well I left work at 5:30 and when i got home his truck was gone so i called his cell and it rang and rang..... so I tryed it again and it rang and rang. i got out came in the house and looked to see if he left a note, and my floor wasn't vaccumned, well that upset me that he didn't do the one thing that i asked him to do.

so I called his cell phone again and this time it went strait to voice mail and i thought ok hes with his friends and ignoring me so I said hey son pick up the phone call me asap...
then i tryed again this time i was upset and told him that i wasn't going to play those games where he pretend that he didn't get my call that i am really pissed and this is it if you cant help me out that maybe you need to move out...will i was leaving that message i got a beep i didn't answer cause i didn't know the number, well after i hung up i played my voice mail and it was the medical examiners office looking for a family member of Joshua Lee Watson.  my heart hit the floor is he playing a game or what, so i called the number back and walked out side so my 9 year old would hear, and the lady on  the other end said how are you kin, i said i am his mother and she said , I'm sorry to inform you that at 3:03 this afternoon your son was involved in a single vehicle accident and he was pronounced dead at the scean..... I called her a lier asked were are the police and thee pastor, where are the people who is suppose to notify me and why no at 6 if this happeded at 3.  then i freaked out my 9 year old heard me and ran outside and said mom what is it and before i could think i blurred out Josh is dead.  after what seemed like an eternity on the phone with this lady wanting to know where josh was born and other stuff i told her i cant do this i cant breath she asked if any one she could call every one in my family is at least 45mins away .. i hung and call Josh's friends and asked were is Josh and they said he went home after the movie to sleep i said no what time was this they said the movie endend around 2;45 and they Hung out in the parking lot for a few min and then they all left. I called them liars and said this isn't funny tell josh its time to come home i cant deal with this confussed they asked what i was talking about and i told them well the phone went dead then i tryed calling my husband who was inside a chemical plant and didn't have his phone, i tryed my sisters and no answer i tryed my daughters and she had all ready left... then i called my mom and said i need you here she asked why i said just come and of course she had to know why so i told her by this time i am hyperventilating and cant breath my world is crashing all i could do is hang on to my nine year old daughter and cry why God why....

they told me where the accident happened and i fought myself not to go see if there really was an accident there it was 2 miles from my house, i guess that it was good that I didn't go with my daughter because my son's body was still there until 7;30 or so.

You see he was going to get gas (i think) the came off of I-10 at Ellis school road and that is a tricky exit they have fixed it since his death, he lost control in the gravel and turned hard to the right and back to the left  hit a ditch went air born hit a telephone pole which hit him in the head, hit a fence and then hit a tree.   the 911 call went out at 3.03 and the first officer didn't arrive until 3:45  the EMT from highlands was already there and tryed to fiend a pulse but the position he was in the couldn't find an artery ()  so when the firedepartment  got there the pried open the door and they had to cut his seat belt off of him...when the did that he just slid out of the truck striking his head again.  now i am a bit confussed because i have been told about 17 different stories form the ems the police and the witness at who's house it happened at.  the said it looked like he was a sleep with both hand on the wheel.  not being able to deal with this and seeing my son in the casket it didn't look like him so i had my lawyer get the papper work and the pictures from the accident site... i got them yesterday and i am so confussed, Yes Josh suffered a lot of injury's a broken neck, his brain dislodged from the cord his back broke in 3 place is left shoulder dislocated and lots of internal injury's.  but why did these people lie to me... there was a good amount of blood and i was told oh he looked like he was sleeping , his eyes are open and the pains so real.... my husband gets upset with me he says i got to let it go, but what it my son was alive and they did nothing, it says time of death 3:22. by letting him slid out of his truck striking his head again was that the final blow that killed him?  why wasn't I called they have all the information on the report his address approx 2 miles away mother cell phone mother job, why did i have to find out this way? 

I know everyone here has there own grief and i know your not going to tell me just to accept it and get over it I cant i grieve every single day why did i call him for lunch why did i fuss on his cell for not running the vacuuming... why wasn't it me....

i struggle each and every day try to hang on... some times when i think i cant do it any more one of Joshua friends shows ups just to give me a hug and will sit for hour i know that josh sends them to me.

The night of the accident the first ones to come to me was Joshua friends they made it to the house before my mom or even before my husband. i am truly blessed to have Josh's friends in my life..

that night his friends went out on got a tattoo that says



Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: stella joshs mom on December 16, 2006, 01:36:58 AM
Joshua James Haight was born September 23rd, 1984 in Billings Montana.  He has one sister older than he by about 18 months.  He has two younger sisters one now a senior in High School and the other now in third grade.  Josh disappered on July 13th while supposedly going to get fireworks in Wyoming with a friend.  This friend  picked him up but 3 days later when we tried to contact him to see why they were not home yet.  The friend said he told Josh he couldn't go after all and they just drove around and talked in the truck and then he dropped Josh off on Main Street downtown.  The last time I saw Josh was on the 4th of July, one of his favorite Holidays, he came and played with his little sister on the Trampoline out back and set off some firecrackers with a couple of his college friends who were home for the summer too.  He left and came back for some home made ice-cream.  Then his oldest sister went into labor the next day so I called him at his dads. (the kids spend an alternating 2 weeks at each of our houses here since our divorce in 1996.) to see if he had decided whether to go with us or not to Washington to see his new nephew.. He said no he had things to do.  He was waiting to move into a new place in Butte where he and his friends were to live while attending their 3rd year in Engineering.  The landlord was already a month past the time he had told the kids they could move in and Josh had called the land lord that week and left a message about wanting to move in soon.  So I figured he was expecting to be moving that week.  We left for Elisa's a day later and got back that following Monday late.  I called the kids Tuesday morning to let them know we had gotten back, and Josh asked if Elis had come back with us.  I said no she decided it was to soon with the baby and all.  I asked him if Bri was there or not and what he was doing and he replyed that Bri was at work or at a friends and he was making a sandwich.  So I told him I would let him go so he could eat, and that I would see them on Sunday when he was back over at the house for two weeks.  I told him love you, bye and that was it.  I never saw him again.  Josh was just two months shy of his 21st birthday when he went missing.  He is listed in the National Center for missing Adults and many other websites.  We have hired an attorney and two Private investigators, a psychic cadaver dogs and a host of others trying to find my son.    I want him back terribly, but if thats not possible then I need to know what happened and where he is so his family, friends and I can try and move forward instead of being in this awful vortex. :'(
Thanks for all the support here.  It is so helpful.  Stella   
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: CRCmom on December 17, 2006, 05:04:39 PM
To everyone,

On may 12 1989 my son Christian was born 10 weeks early.  He was 3 lbs 14 oz and they gave him a very dim future. 

I had been working in the yard and shoving a wheelbarrow around on Sunday.  On Wednesday at work I got very dizzy and almost passed out.  They took my blood pressure and it was high.  Called the Doctor, said not to worry.  Called my then husband to come take me home.  Was at home alone and my water broke along with a lot of blood.  Called 911 and they told me to lie on the floor with my feet propped up on a chair.  They stayed on the phone til the amublance came and we wnt off to the hospital.  Got to the hospital and they immediately did an ultrasound to see if the baby was still alive.  His heart was beating fine.  Of course I burst into tears.  My father had died abut 7 months before this and I felt like he was there with me, enouraging me to hang on.   They hydrated me and wanted to stall as long as possible Cristian's birth because of lung development. 

After Christian was born, I saw him briefly and they wisked him away.   The Dr. came in and said that he had serious lung disease and that he couldn't breath on his own.  Very serious and very grave.  Of course I named him Christian on the spure of the moment because I knew that Christ was my only hope.  Within 12 hours he was off a respirator and within 24 hurs he was off oxygen.  HIS LUNGS WERE FINE.  Now he just needed to gain weight.  He spent 6 weeks in the neo-natal ICU.  I went every day and spent hours with him.  There were a couple of scares with other children and infection, but on June 17, 1989, Christian at 5 pounds came hoime.  One of the happiest days of my life.  I was 34 and I absolutely adored this child.  Never was I frustrated getting up with him at night or fussing or anything.  He was an absolute joy from day one.

He was a delightful child.  Big blue eyes. 


He was so sweet and so spoiled.  His two older brothers adored him and protected and loved him.  Never have I seen so much love and care between three brothers. 

Christian was a big boy.  He started to play baseball at about 8 and could wail that ball.  They called hm slugger.  But he had difficulty running. 

He and his cousin Mac were only 3 days apart in age and they were always fast friends.  Real buddies all through the years. 


Christian was truly a gentle giant.  He was overweight and big boned.  He never really found a unique thing for hmself, but right before he died, he was just starting to feel good about himself, had lost weight and was going to start playiong volleyball.  He and Mac had so many plans to do things together.  They just loved the heck out of each other and were always there to protect defend each other. 


Christian was sweet spirited, gentle, patient and etremely kind.  He didn't like his step-father and actually resented his presence.  He was very close to his own father who died 3 years prior to his death. He was so proud of his father and his being a medaled Vietnam Veteran.   He loved everyone really.  He, Mac, Barb, myself and my mother were able to go on a cruise to Alaska the summer before Christian died.  What a wonderful gift that was for all of us.  He had such a good time,  He and Mac.  They made friends on the ship and enjoyed the new friends. 

Christian broke his ankle at the end of January of 2005.  He had to have surgery with posts and plates put in.  He was such a trooper.  He had to walk on crutches and that was so difficult for him.  Beng overweight he struggled.  One day he just melted down in tears and I encouraged him and told him how proud of him I was because of his perseverence and effort to keep going.  In the process he lost weight and was excited about going to the gym after hs ankle healed.  We went to the Dr.  after two weeks and they took the bandaging off and put him in a boot.  I can remember they pushed his toes up and it hurt so for him.  I toled the Dr. that he had had a lot of cramping in his leg and they sent us off.

Two weeks later on a Sunday.  We were going out to dinner for my step sons birthday.  He was having a great day.  He loved go play "Dark Age" on the computer and he and my oldest son taught me to play.  We had such fun playig together.  He thought it was so cool that his mother would play a role play game on line.  My middle so Sean came to me and said there is something wrong with Christian.  I went to the shower and he was dressed and sitting on the toilet and said he didn't feel well and was having a hard time breathing.  I asked him if he thought he would be ok.  He said yes.  Within a minute you could tell he was still struggling with breathing so I called 911.  By the time they had got to the house Christian was on the floor and couldn't stand.  They talked to him and he was able to get up and walk out to the ambulance.  I sent everyone off to go to dinner thinking Christian and I would be there shortly.  Sean and his girlfriend rode behind the ambulance and met me at the hosptal.  Before he got in the ambulance he looked at me and that look is burned into my mind.  He was so scated.  We got in the ambulance and within 5 minutes he wasn't breathing and they were bagging him.  They started CPR.  I kept telling him he would be ok and of course prayng and praying that he would be ok.  Never ever thinking he would die.  They rushed him in the room.  They wouldn't let me in and my sn and girlfriend came and I kept sayng, "what if something happens to him"..  'I;ll die.  My son kept assuring me that he would be ok.  The chaplain came and just chatted with me.  Then they suggested that I go down to a room and wait.  Within five minutes the Dr. came in the room.  I was sure he was goiung to tell me something bad, but certainly not death.  He said "i'm sorry there is nothig we could do for your son."  I don't remember what happened.  My son Sean says I screamd and got up and paced and said how could thius be????  He was fine 30 minutes ago.  What happened"  Pulmonary embolism.  The whole scene is a blur except to say that I went in to see my son and that image is burned into my mind as well.   They must have shot him up with a blood thinner because his beautiful blue eyes were all red .  I kept stroking his newly washed hair in disbelief.  When my husband and other son, step-daughter and step-n got there I had to tell them.  I fell apart and fell on the floor.  I was angry, rageful, numb and dead.  It just couldn't be real.  Unfortunately it was. 


I have spent many many many days since that day almost two years ago questionging the dr, the hospital, etc, but no one can bring him back.  My faith is strong, but I don't understand why he was taken. 

I love you Christian and will miss you and remember you til we meet again in heaven. 


Summer after he died.  My son Sean, myself, my son David and step-daughter, Amy. 


Christian carrying Sean the summer before he died.

The last really good picture of Christian before he died.


Christian's first birthday!!!!!!!!!!!

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Pauline on December 20, 2006, 06:39:56 AM
My little girl came into this world at 7:03 am MST on 27 April 1972.  She was born on an air force base in Northeastern Alberta, Canada.  When I went into labour, I was 6 weeks away from my due date.  Long story short, she was born 4 weeks prematurely and weighed 4 lbs 3 oz.  She was a healthy child, not even a sniffle in her first year.  Such a sweet, precious little girl.  She grew up into a beautiful young woman, and married her high school sweetheart on 30 July 1994.  She left us to be with her husband and I said goodbye to her for the last time on 10 July 1995.  I suffered from the "empty nest syndrome" 3 times...when she left to live with her boyfriend only 10 mins away from our home, when she left to be with him after they were married and he was on his training in Ontario (we were in Nova Scotia and she came back to live with us while he was on his basic training), and then again when they came home for a visit and then they left for Alberta which was the last time I saw her alive.  She was doing fine so far as we knew...she had several jobs while there, and seemed to be enjoying life.  We got a call from David that Anne had had a bad seizure and had spent 3 days in the hospital.  We talked to her and she seemed to be doing all right.  This was on a Monday in Nov.  Then on Thursday, she called to say that the doctor said she probably had epilepsy and would see a specialist in February!  My husband took the call, and it was brief, since she knew that we would be going out to do some grocery shopping.  I was going to call her when I got home, but felt so tired that I put it off until the next day.

Then I got the call.  At first, there was no voice on the phone...I said hello three times, but something made me not hang up the phone.  Then, a quiet voice said, "It''s David."  A long silence...and that is when I knew.  He then said, "Anne passed away this morning."  I was numb!  I had no words to say...so there was another long silence.  I finally said, "I'll talk to you later and hung up.  I can replay this scenario over and over in my mind...it is etched forever on my brain.

She died on friday 22 November 1996...aged 24 yrs and 7 mos.  And married for only 2 yrs and 4 mos.  My baby, my only child, gone and never to walk through my door again!  After I could calm down, it was about 15 or 20 mins and I thought I should call my husband.  He wasn't in at work, but someone was there and he said he would go get him if it was an emergency.  I said it was.  So he didn't know about her until he got home.

It was nine days until we had the funeral.  It happened on Friday so an autopsy would have to wait (at least, it did) until Monday...she had to go to the nearest city which was 180 miles away.  Her body was released and she flew home with a military officer escort on Wednesday.  David had arrived on Sunday night.  Oh, yes, David was treated like a criminal because he had gone to PT in the morning, and had come home to shower and change, and found her.  They had to rule out that he had not caused her death.  He won't speak of that day to anyone...it was such an awful day for him.

We waited for results of the autopsy and it was "no apparent cause of death".  They were simply ruling out foul play...no effort was made to ascertain what really caused her death.  I think that is so unfair.  But, knowing would not change anything or bring her back, but it has been hard for me because I always have wanted to know the whys of things, and to have everything tied up in a neat little package.  After ten years, I am doing okay, but there are certain times that are very difficult for me...like Christmas time.  We buried her on 30 November, and 25 days later was Christmas and my birthday.  I had not been worrying about turning 50 at all, but now that 50th birthday has become the worst birthday I think I will ever have.

She was a precious little girl, so sweet, so smart, so friendly.  Things changed a bit when she was a teenager, but then that is normal.  She never did drugs, never hung around with a bad crowd, wasn't drinking a lot.  Safe and sound in her own home, she died...just like that.

So I am left being very sure that all of our children go when it is their time.  They did on this earth what they came here to do, and the got to go home.  I just wonder when I will be done with what I came here to do and I can go home.  That reunion is one that I cherish and it won't come too soon for me.

One final thing:  her body rested in the very hospital where she had been born, which is rather unusual when you are a military brat.

{{{Hugs}}} to all of you,
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Donna Jasons mom on December 28, 2006, 07:14:26 PM
Hi everyone:
I have been away for awhile but I feel unfortunatly there are some new people here who don't know me and my story.
My Jason was killed in a tragic car accident on Dec 15, 2004.  He was fighting with his girlfriend and decided after my pleading with him not to go, to go look for her.  He left our home at 8pm and was on his way home not a mile from our house and hit a tree, he died instantly.  He was in college for electricity only had one more year to go.  Was never married and still lived at home but was making arrangements to buy a house and move out.  I am very proud to call him my son and will always treasure the priviledge of walking on this earth with him even if for such a short time.  He was 24 years old.  Had a smile that would light up a room.  I miss my boy very much, I know he was a man but to me he will always be my boy, my firstborn and my precious son!!
One day, one moment, one breathe at a time!!
hugs and love
Donna (Jason's mom)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Marianne on December 30, 2006, 09:49:55 PM
My son Aleksandr was born at 4:35AM on November 28th, 1986. (That's right after Thanksgiving dinner)  Oh ya, I ate enough for everyone!  As soon as the doctor laid Alek on my stomach, I knew he had changed my life.  He was a gift I cherish every minute of every day.  Thank you, Alek, for being my son.  I will love you forever!

My baby left me on September 28th, 2005.  I found him lying on the floor with his video game controller still in his hand.  My life will never be the same.  There are still some days when I smile - it's just not the same smile.  There are still days when I laugh - it's just not the same laugh...

My baby is in Heaven and some day through the grace of God I will be with him again.

Until then, my love, my life... I will miss you and love you.

Forever - your mom.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Duke on December 31, 2006, 07:51:13 AM
Hello to everyone. We just found this website and are very excited to have found someone to talk to about our wonderful son Remy.   We will  introduce you to Remy as soon as we get off work.  Thank you for  finding your way into our home.  We need you all. Love to everyone.  Remys Mom :)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Karen Paul on January 03, 2007, 08:44:06 AM
My brother Brian was 23 and Amy was 19 when they had Christopher. I remember when Brian called to tell me I was an aunt! What a surprise it was and I was thrilled. Christopher was born December 1, 1986 in Buffalo, NY. He captured my heart as soon as I layed eyes on him. He had his mom's beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair and Brian's cute little nose and beautiful smile.

Brian and Amy split when Chris was about 6, but they made it a point to keep him the center of all things. Chris grew into a great kid. He was very outgoing and generous of spirit like his mom and had his dad's love of sports, his silly giggle and corny humor. Amy remarried and Chris gained a step dad and brother and sister who loved him. Brian eventually remarried as well and Chris had a step mom who loved him too, and extended family on both sides...he was loved by so many people. He longed for a cousin and would ask me every now and then when he might expect one. I tried for years to have children of my own, but it was not to be. I grieved for the child I would never have, but decided I could be happy loving my nieces and nephews and friends kids.

Chris grew into his teenage years. He started playing volleyball and ran track in high school. He was doing well in school and earned the respect of his volleyball teammates when he was given the Mr. Hustle award. He had his first serious girlfriend, Katie. He was learning to drive, perparing for his license and spring so he could take Katie to the junior prom. He was growing up so fast!

He started growing taller all of a sudden. He had always been small. Pretty soon he was measuring himself against me, which seems to have become a right of passage in our family. I am only 5' 2" so it doesn't take them long to grow past me.

Chris always had that amazing smile. It could melt your heart. He was always very caring. He would always ask how our animals were. He loved our dog Putnam and the cats, he had a couple of cats too. He was a devout Red Sox fan, which he got from my father and brother. So sad he did not get to see them win the World Series (or did he have the best seat in the house?) He was very into RAP and Hip Hop music. He wore the baggy pants and my husband would always ask him if he needed a belt. He loved Eminem and 50 Cent. I never quite understood that music, but have listened to it more since he died and though I still don't like some of it, some of it I have found meaning in. Chris loved board games and card games. Games of all types actually. Chris was very good with little kids. He wanted to be a teacher and I think he would have been great. Chris had this goofy sense of humor (like his father and grandfather)....we call it the Bascom humor... so corny, he and Brian were like a comedy team together

He was a loyal friend. I did not get a chance to meet many of his friends until after his death. But they all said how he was a good listener and would always try to cheer them up when they were down. How he was there for them and always made them feel better.

Chris was just 3 weeks shy of his 17th birthday when he was struck by a hit and run driver in November 2003. He was riding his bicycle home from a friends house and was thrown into the only stone wall on the entire road. Chris' mom had a feeling that night and left dinner on the stove to rush out and look for Chris. She found him not far away, and the nightmare began. Chris was rushed to the hospital. He was very cold as he had been there for probably 15 or 20 minutes before Amy found him.

We gathered at the hospital. But we were not prepared for the news the doctor would deliver. Severe brain stem injuries, not much hope. Our world fell into darkness as he uttered those words. The doctors wanted to warm him up and see if brain function improved. Hours went by as we were left to wait and absorb this horrible news, this most unfathomable information...so impossible, so wrong! Very late that night we were finally allowed to see Chris. I had seen him just a month before at my grandmother's 92nd birthday party. I remembered thinking how nice it was that even at 16 he wanted to come to these family gatherings. To wish his great-grandmother Happy Birthday. He and Brian were like a comedy team that night, bouncing jokes off eachother. I cherish that so much. Now we were faced with saying goodbye...forever. I thought, how can I just kiss him one last time and walk away? How can I make this last goodye....to last a lifetime??

Early that next morning Brian and Amy had to make the agonizing decision to take Chris off life support. He breathed on his own for a while, then passed away. We all lost part of ourselves that day. Chris was the only child in my family, my parents only grandchild. Our future had been stolen from us, Chris' future had been stolen from him. The next days were a blur, helping Brian choose a casket for his only child...the wake which saw more than 2,000 people come to say goodye...seeing my brother kneeling over his child's casket at the cemetery, knowing he just wanted to lay down beside Chris that day.

The guy who killed Chris had several prior DWI arrests and had just gotten his license back in 2000. He was caught the following day, but it could not be proved that he was intoxicated. Though the police gathered testimony from a local bar owner that this guy was there for several hours before heading home that day. He was charged with "leaving the scene" and "tampering with evidence", as they found him trying to repair damage to his truck from the collision. Christopher's mom was galvanized by inequality in the laws, which rewarded people who leave the scene of an accident with less jail time than if caught drinking and driving. She got a law passed in NYS which raised the class of the felony with greater punishment time. The guy who killed Christopher is serving 2-6 yr sentence. He has already tried for parole twice in the first 2 yrs and applied to get his license back. We will fight him every step of the way, for Chris who cannot speak for himself any longer.

Chris wanted to be an 8th grade history teacher. He would have made a difference in this world...he did make a difference in so many lives in his short 16 years, 11 months and 11 days. We will miss him and hold him in our hearts forever and long for the day we are reunited.

luv and hugs, Karen
proud aunt of Christopher

bottom photos are: Chris and mom, Chris and stepdad Bob, Chris little, Chris with dad and grandpa, Chris with me

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: tim on January 07, 2007, 12:08:00 AM
To avoid being redundant, please see http://jenae.gallegos.home.att.net (http://jenae.gallegos.home.att.net)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: sykeller (Ray's mom) on January 07, 2007, 10:26:29 AM

What a beautiful website you have created for your precious Jenae.  I am so sorry for your loss, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family, special prayers for your wife Sandra and Joel. 

Wishing you comfort and peace,

Sy (Ray's mom)


Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: AmberandJohnnysMom on January 17, 2007, 08:44:41 PM
Hi. I am very new here...and am not sure where I will fit in, but the pain of losing my precious son is hurting me so much and I need other people to talk to.

I have a daughter who is 12, and she was a wonderful sister to her little brother, my angelic little boy, Johnny. Johnny was born January 15, 1998. He was breech and had trouble breathing after birth. He spent a lot of his time in a Children's Hospital. He had a trach, a feeding tube and was on oxygen. He was never able to do anything for himself, but his smile made my world a much brighter place, as it did for his sister and his daddy.
Johnny's love for us shone on his face, and I miss him so much. On Thursday, November 9, 2006, our precious Johnny passed away peacefully in my arms at the childrens hospital with his Daddy and his Sissy by his side. We made it through his birthday...baking cupcakes for the family and taking a letter and a poem and some balloons to his grave site.

How do you get through each day?
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children - Johnny's mom
Post by: Karen Paul on January 18, 2007, 03:01:56 PM
Your sweet Johnny is so beautiful! I'm so so sorry that you have reason to find this group, but glad that you have. I hope you find this a safe place to share and vent, when all the world seems clueless and cruel. Please know that you are not alone and we would love to hear more about Johnny when you fee like it.

luv and hugs, Karen
proud aunt of Christopher

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: marzz on January 19, 2007, 04:49:41 PM
You do fit in here (( which I'm sorry to say ))
there's no words to say but sorry you have lost your
precious son Johnny.
My heart goes out to you, your family, Keep coming
hear it helps so much to know that people hear care.
I would like to introduce my daughter here too
but just not ready too the reality hurts to much for now.
But thinking of you Amber sending you love (( hugs )) marzz
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: sykeller (Ray's mom) on January 19, 2007, 05:50:47 PM
I am so sorry for the loss of your sweet Angel Johnny, sorry you have a reason to find this board.  This is such a painful journey to have to make.  You have come to a place of caring and understanding, a place where everyone understands your pain.  Please tell us more about Johnny when you are ready.

Wishing you comfort and peace,



Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Patti on February 01, 2007, 06:13:55 PM
Jason Robert Filion
June 17th. 1975- April 2nd. 1987

Although his life here on earth only lasted not quiet, 12 years it would take a book to fill my thoughts of the legacy, he left behind and I do have plans to write that book one day. However, for now I can tell you a brief history behind this face of an angel.
From 1975-1980, life was very normal. We had two wonderful children from my first marriage, Jason and Candy, Candy is the oldest.
In 1979, I became pregnant with Ken and mines child after surgery to put my tubes back together. On February 6th, Shawna was born and to say we were happy would have been an understatement. On February 7th, we noticed Jason had many bruises all over his body all of a sudden. He had a bit of a cold but had been very healthy up to this point.
We called the Doctor, this was on a Saturday and by Sunday morning, Jason really started feeling bad, he was four at the time. His pale white skin against his fiery red hair just made him look sicklier so we called the Doctor and Ken, his dad took him in. It only take five minutes to get to the doctors and on a Sunday I knew they wouldn’t be gone long so I enjoyed the company of Candy and our brand new baby Shawna. I waited and waited and finally Ken and Jason returned. I knew something was terribly wrong just by the expression on Kens face, and the remaining tear in his eyes.
Ken said they did not know for sure yet but they believed Jason had Leukemia and they would call as soon as the blood test came back.
My heart dropped to the floor in a moment I will never forget then the phone rings and the doctors suspicions were confirmed. Jason had childhood leukemia and his platelet count was so low a good bump could have killed him. The Doctor told Ken to get him to Seattle ASAP so not even knowing where he was going, Ken picked Jason up and left for Children’s Hospital where I would join them later.
Our life from that point on was something out of a si fi movie it seems like, and less than a year after all this occurred, our other son, Justin was born. To this day I don’t’ know how we kept our sanity, I believe faith and family and friends and the close bonds that were formed with the Doctors and nurses and most of all, Jason himself gave us courage beyond words.
Through seven long years of chemo and radiation, Jason never lost hope. He would always say, I might go to heaven and visit but I’m not going to stay mom, I’ll come back and I would always say”Ok Jas”. This particular line would later have more impact on us than I have the time to tell you, just remember these words.
Now I have to admit, I am glad I was not his Doctor or his nurse as this cute little child had a red headed temper and he used it to the max! It was generally his way or no way but the only control he had over his life was his mouth so he put it to good use, I smile as I say this now but back then it wasn’t to funny.
Jason had 3 Doctors he became very close to, his primary outpatient Doctor in Seattle, Barbara Clark and his home town Doctor which was good old Doc Gene Turner who I felt very badly for after Jason would be on predispose for weeks at a time and make some of the worst looking food combinations you have ever seen in your life, them make Doc Gene try to eat this stuff with him (balata). However, Gene always tried it no matter what it was. Last but not least was dear Doc Jim Mantooth whom to this day I remember Jim coming up to our house and driving us to the hospital as Jason spiked a 106* fever with a white count of 0. Ken was at work, there was no time to call him, and Jim just lived down the road.
Now when Doc Gene and Doc Jim got finished with their treatment it was good old Barbara Clark at Children’s in Seattle that usually ended up taking care of him, as he never did anything normal, he always had to do it in a big way and would end up back in Seattle for treatment of some kind. Thank God Barbara loved redheads and their sharp wit!
By the way, if you three Docs stop by this page to visit and see this, I just want to say one thing to you. If you see Jason when you get up to heaven, ha don’t be wearing any hospital clothing, just come with a bass master fishing hat and he will be one happy kid!
Back to the story (I get sidetracked easy). During the good times, and there was a lot as Jason even when he felt bad would want to go camping or fishing, we tried to be a normal family but after seven years of this kind of life you forget what normal is. We did things a lot with family as in camping trips to wherever it was warm and Jason believed the fish were biting. Gosh I remember one time we were getting ready to go out the door on a week camping trip to Eastern Wa. and we were waiting on the Lab to call with Jason blood count in case we encountered any problems while we were gone and the lab called and said the cancer was back. Ken and I looked at Jason and Jas said “lets go we can deal with cancer later” so that’s what we did. You need to understand we had already been through the relapse thing several times before so in Jason’s eyes it was routine, he just wanted to go fishing!
Many things happened from this point on, many relapses a bone marrow transplant, none of the family matched so they took his own marrow and stored it after they got him back in remission and treated it and gave it back to him. Well obviously this did not work. He relapsed five months after they started the transplant and never really went back into remission. He had had the best of the best by now. The best of modern technology, the best of the best Doctors and still we faced what we knew would come in the end. Jason light never stopped shining though. His hope was alive and well, to him he was still breathing and very much alive.
To wind this down quietly and peacefully I will tell you through all his zest for life and his courage to stand up for what he believed in even though he was just a child with the body of a little old man he stood firm on the statement he always made about visiting heaven but not staying until 3 days before he died.
Ken and I had went to get some pansies, which were his favorite flower and I was planting them on the deck so he could see them from where he lay in the living room. After they were planted, I walked in to see this skinny little pale body setting up smiling from ear to ear. It is a smile I had never seen on him or anyone before. It was so peaceful and so real. As I walked in the room Jason just looked at me with this smile on his face and said “mom I’m afraid if I get to heaven I won’t want to come back, is that ok”? As I felt my stomach and my heart drop to the floor, trying to hold back the tears, I said" sure Jas, that’s ok”. Three days later, he died in his sleep at home with his family.
There is just no way of putting seven years of blessings that this child gave to us in this website, there is far to many. He showed all around him how to live life to its fullest and enjoy every second they you are given. He is and will continue to me my inspiration and I will continue to write and share our experiences during this period in our life so you can see why I have the need from the deepest part of my soul to help those going through loss of a loved one to know that in the end we don’t have to let go, just let loose and move ahead till we meet again.

God Bless,

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: SusanA on February 05, 2007, 11:52:01 AM
Hi everyone,
It's been a while since I've been here... trying to get used to the new board.  It's nice to see some old friends.  I'm sorry for the new ones.

I lost my beautiful little boy, Justin, to an aggressive type of Pediatric Cancer called Neuroblastoma.  He was diagnosed when he was just 14 months old.  He was such a funny, cute, amazing little boy.  He helped us stay strong for him.  He initially did very well and we really thought he would beat it.  He went through several chemos, surgeries, medications, a stem cell transplant with 100 days of isolation, radiation, a zillion tests, etc.  Through it all he was his precious and charming self.  He relapsed with a brain tumor when he was 23 months old.  We were told his chances were slim to none.  I lost it but managed to pull myself together for him.  Again he started to do well, and we were determined that he would be the first child to beat a relapse of this nature.  One week after his make-a-wish party, the Cancer started spreading again.  We were told there was nothing else to do.  We called doctors all over the country and researched treatments all over the world.  Because of his young age and the fact that he was n-myc amplified and MIBG negative, they all agreed.  He went into Hospice at our home.  He passed away a week later, at the age of 2 years, 2 months, 2 weeks and 2 days.  My husband and I miss him so much.  He was our only child at the time.  Things will never be the same.

Thanks for reading.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: rose on February 23, 2007, 01:48:07 PM
On February 10, 2001, our 16 year old son, Jason, died in a car crash.  Jason was
born on August 30, 1984, eight pounds, 2 ounces and 21 inches long.  He had a
beautiful head full of dark brown hair.  Jason and I spent a lot of time together cause
his dad was in the Navy and at times, would be gone for six months at a time.  I didn't
go back to work for seven months after I gave birth, so Jason was very used to me
being around.  When I finally did go back to work and put him in a day care, he didn't
like it much at all and let me know about it.  I would get teased that Jason was a
permanent growth on my leg cause he would literally hang on to my ankle for the first
few weeks/months until he got used to it and began enjoying the interaction.

Jason was very outgoing and didn't give up for anything.  His first girlfriend was in
Kindergarten.  They got caught showing their bottoms off to one another.   Then at five,
he had his first cast.  He was playing on the jungle gym at school and was jumping from
the top (instead of using the pole or slide).  The teacher told him not to do that, but my
Jason was just a big show off.  Well, the next time he jumped, he held out his hand behind
him and landed right on it without bending his elbow.  Both bones broke.  His next accident,
he wasn't much older (6 or 7).  It was dark outside and we were at an outdoor cookout.
The kids were running around and next thing we know, here comes Jason crying.  He had run
right into a trailer hitch, which smacked him right between the eyes.  By the time we got to
the hospital and waited in the ER for a doctor to examine him, the wound was just about
closed up!

We first discovered Jason's sports talent when he was 2-1/2.  We bought him a small bike
with training wheels when he was 2.  The training wheels came off 6 months later and he
rode like he had been riding without the training wheels for years.  He played T-ball through
his young years.  Then it was off to Iceland.

He proved his sports agility again and again.  Anything he tried, he just exceeded extremely
well in.  Snowboarding, baseball, soccer, even gymnastics.  After Iceland, it was Key West
and there he made the paper several times with stories on how he led his InLine Hockey
team to the top.  He also was entered in the Pass, Punt, & Kick competition and the Hoop
Shoot (made 22 out of 25 baskets!).  Oh, and the water sports.  He loved to ski and knee
board.  He eventually became a certified diver also.

Jason was a good kid who just loved life.  After moving to our permanent address in Riverview,
Florida after my husband retired, you would see Jason playing with the younger kids in the
neighborhood, being big brother.  He was just goofy and could always make me laugh no matter
how mad I was.

When he turned 15, he took Driver's Ed in school and the instructor said he was the best
driver in the class.  We let him drive us everywhere so he would get the practice he needed.
He was a National Honor Student, and a member in the Junior Steering Committee.  Always
helping out.  When he was 16, for his birthday, we gave him my 1986 Mustang convertible.
We had rules, nobody except mom and dad in the car for the first six months.  Then only one friend
for the next six months.  He loved that car.  He payed for and installed new seat covers and was
fixing it up real nice.

Then on February 10, 2001, he wanted to spend the night at a friend, Norman's.  We told him
to have Norman come by as we had not met him before.  They had been at Bush Gardens
all day.  He brought him by and we spoke with Norman for a while.  He's a very nice boy who was
at the top of his class and a very good student.  We told Jason that he could spend the night, but
would have to leave the Mustang home and Norman would have to drive wherever they went.
They were supposed to meet some friends at Steak N' Shake and then go to the movies.  Jason
said that he wanted to take his car so that he didn't have to wake Norman up in the morning to
bring Jason home.  We trusted Jason, as he had never given us a reason not to, and agreed he
could take his car.  We said goodbye and have fun not realizing that that would be the last time
we saw him.

At 1:30 Sunday morning, the doorbell rang.  My husband was first to get out of bed.  I slowly got up
and was getting dressed and had a terrible feeling.  As I started walking out of the bedroom, my
husband came to me and took my hand and told me to come and sit down in the living room.  At that
point, I was thinking, "Jason is in the hospital."  But then, I saw the two state troopers standing in my
living room and I knew.  I sat down with my husband and the troopers proceeded to tell me that my
son had been in a very bad car crash and didn't make it.  I couldn't believe my ears.  I buried my head
in my husbands chest as he held me and I just said No, no and cried and cried.

The troopers explained that Jason entered the Crosstown Expressway and got into the left lane.  A
"phantom" car in the right lane proceeded to move over into Jason's lane.  Although Jason blew his
horn, the phantom car kept coming over.  As Jason's car proceeded into the left shoulder, he went into
a clockwise spin for 1/2 turn.  As the car continued sideways, the drivers side pushed up the guardrail.
The guardrail got to a certain point and folded over creating a point which drove through the driver's
door, broke the seatbelt Jason was wearing, protruded through Jason's body, lifted him up and threw
him out (the top was down) where he landed in the right hand lane and an oncoming van drove over
him.  They think at that point he was already gone as the impact from the guardrail probably caused
an instantaneous death. 

Our neighbor who is a police officer was kind enough to make the identity.  I don't think I could have
gone through that.  Jason was so disfigured and tore up, we almost didn't get any time with him before
the funeral.  They arranged it for us though.  He was covered in a sheet and the only thing showing was his
big toe.

Norman, the passenger, left without a single scratch on him.  When asked what happened, he and
the kids in the other car stuck with the story about a phantom silver truck with red pin striping and
tinted windows.  I believed it for a while.  I would write down every license plate number fitting that
description.  The pictures from the toll booth never came back with any vehicle fitting that description.
After time, after the driver of the other Mustang came around every year only on the anniversary and
Jason's birthday giving us a card and visiting with us, both my husband and I both believe he was
responsible.  We never said anything to him, but you know how you can just see guilt.  We saw it in him.

That was six years ago.  Sometimes it still feels like it's yesterday.  The pain is still there, we are just
learning to live with it.  I miss my Jason and his goofiness so much!
Title: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Kim- Matthew's Mom on February 26, 2007, 02:40:53 PM
Matthew Ryan Sapp  Born June 23, 1986.

I was so young when Matt came into my life.  He and I grew up together.  For the first 4 years of his life it was just he and I against the world...with the help of my family of course.  He was everything to me.

 He was a very smart child but did not want to apply himself to things that bored him and that mostly meant school work.  I remember one chanllenge my father gave to Matt.  This was after a quarter of school where he had failed a couple of classes.  My Dad told him he said " Son if you can make straigh A's I will pay you $100 for every A.  But you have to make all A's."  And I want you to know the kid pulled out 6 A's the next quarter and made $600 from my Dad.  He was always doing things that I knew he could do but he would only do them when he wanted to.  He was such a artist.  He could draw anything he wanted.  I was alway amazed at the talent he had.

Matt was always a favorite with the girls.  He always had plenty of girls after him all of the time.  He only had one girl that captured his heart though.  Her name was Amanda.  The dated for the last 4 years of his life. 

The weekend before he died was very special.  Things just happened that were out of the ordinary for our family.  On Sunday, Matt died on Monday,  Matt went with his sister and younger brother and I to a local retail store and then we ate lunch.  We bought a new board game called mouse trap.  We we returned home Matt sat in the living room with his sister and brother and built this game and played it.  On a regular day Matt would have been to busy for his 12 year old sister and 5 year old brother but not that day.  Then on Monday I just happend to be home from work that day having dental work done so when he came home from school I was able to see him and say I love you one more time.  I did not see hime alive again after that.

I think this was God giving us a wonderful last memory.

On April 19, 2004 Matt was working at a job he had only had for 3 weeks when the owner of the business had asked if he could give is daughter also an employee a ride home that night from work.  Matt had just received a Honda Civic that afternoon so of couse he was more that happy to show it off to someone.  On theri way home Matt lost control of his car in a curve and over corrected himself and threw the car into the path of an oncoming truck.  Natalie was killed instantly and Matt died 2 hours and 45 minutes later.

We received a phone call from one of Matt friends that there had been a teriible accident and Matt had been taken to the hospital and that was all of the information we had.  We traveled to our local hospital only to find out he had been taken to a trama center 25 miles away.

When we arrived at the hospital they had not identified Matt and they showed me his cell phone and asked me if I could identify him.  My response was why can't he tell you who he is and they were very vague with the details of his condtition.  At that moment the man who was driving the truck that hit them came running into the ER with a small child and he had blood on his clothes and I will never be able to get the look on his face out of my head.  He knew that Natalie was gone and he knew the shape my son was in and I had no idea.

They took us into this room and began to tell me things like we are trying to stabalize him and control the bleeding.  After about 30 minutes they said that had him stabalized and then about 20 minutes after that they came back and said things that I do not even remeber except they began with HE HAD which to me meant past tense.  That meant my baby boy was gone. 

I began to scream and I could feel myself screaming but I could not hear myself.  All of his friends that were gathered in the waiting room all said I scared them to death but they all knew exactaly what it meant.

On April 19, 2004 my life changed forever and I will never be the same.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: klm23 on February 27, 2007, 09:57:57 PM
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Kathy on March 29, 2007, 10:27:12 AM
I've been coming to this website since December 2004 after the death of my son Don. I use to post a lot but now I read more than post. Today is Don's 19th birthday so I thought I should introduce my wonderful son to you.

My name is Kathy(dmom) and I live at the foot of the mountains in
North Carolina. I have a husband and 2 children (both boys). My
oldest son Don(16 years old) was killed in a car accident on Oct. 2,
2004. He was on a rural country road after stopping at a friend's
house coming home from work. Don was speeding. He ran off the road
and while coming back on the road crashed into a van with a family of
four. Don was killed instantly. The family was all injured ,but they
are out of the hosptial and recovering.

Don loved life and was a friend to all. He never met a stranger. Everyone that
every met Don thought he was very special. Although I am the forever proud
mother, Don had that special something. Don wanted to change the world as
was evident in his autobiography he wrote in his junior year of high school.
He wanted to always be remembered for doing something good. We have
a scholarship in his name so that he will always be remembered.
While being a typical teenager, sometimes he had wisdom beyond his
years. Don was in the National Honor Society, a member of the Varsity
Basketball Team, on the Yearbook staff, Peer Leadership
Involvement, Academic Booster Club and Key Club.

You can read more about Don in the article below that appeared in our local paper. Don's death brought the community together.

‘…there is a peace in this place’— Rev. Nelson Granade




Record Publisher

Eleven days ago, we all became one color, and that color was sad.

Howard Donald Williams Jr. – known to everyone as “Don” – tragically lost his life, and several members of another family were also seriously injured in an automobile accident on Saturday evening, Oct. 2.

I do not pretend to imagine the heartbreak and sorrow being felt by his mother and father, Don and Kathy Williams, for nothing is more unnatural than to bury a child.

Don Williams was a good kid – a really good kid.  You know, the kind of kid who other parents were glad to see their own kids hang out with.  He was a member of the First Baptist Church on Main Street in North Wilkesboro.  At Wilkes Central High School, where he was a junior, he was a member of the Key Club, Peer Leadership, Academic Booster Club, National Honor Society, the yearbook staff and the varsity basketball team.

But more than any of that, he was a true and trusted friend, and to me, no finer compliment can be afforded to this remarkable young man.  The outpouring of grief at the loss of Don wasn’t just for his family, for his friends knew they, too, had lost someone very special and that their young lives would forever be changed.

My wife, Laura, and I knew Don from his part-time job at the Brushy Mountain Smokehouse Grill in North Wilkesboro.  He was always outgoing and polite, answering “yes sir” or “yes ma’am” when spoken to.  I had forgotten, but Billy Joe Church pointed out to me that Don played YMCA basketball for both Thursday Magazine and The Record’s teams,  Our son, Levi, was a classmate and friend, and Don had spent the night in our apartment on the Friday before that fateful accident. 

The impact this young man had during his short life was made all the more obvious by the number of people who responded in so many ways to the tragedy.  For days, the Knollwood neighborhood where the Williams family lives was almost impossible to get through for the cars of visitors parked on both sides of the street.  On Tuesday evening, when I drove out to the Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home for the wake, cars were parked all the way out to the Cattle Sale on Highway 115.  And on Wednesday, when we went to the First Baptist church on D Street, my wife and I stood in the vestibule and listened to the service with all the others who were unable to get inside the church.

I have to say that the funeral was one of the most powerful services I have ever attended.

When I arrived, the choir from Don’s home church was already setting the tone for what would be a true celebration of the young man’s life.  You simply could not sit or stand still during this service.

A lady standing behind me knew the songs and sang along beautifully with the choir.  A young soldier in uniform gave up his seat in the church to an older person.  Young people, wearing black ribbons consoled each other, many of them weeping openly.

Rev. Nelson Granade said in his remarks that… “On this day, we are all one church, one in Christ.”  He went on to mention things about Don’s life, referring to him as one who broke barriers of all kinds, whether they were educational, social, economic, or racial.  Granade pointed out that because of the extraordinary life of this young man, people were together in the same building that may have never come together otherwise, referring to the somewhat historic joint service of North Wilkesboro’s two First Baptists Churches.   

Rev. John Speaks, pastor of the First Baptist Church on Main Street, also spoke to those assembled, striking a theme of: “I want to see good things come out of this…” And, true to his evangelistic roots, he worked in a brief sermon based on: “Too much salvation on the outside, and not enough on the inside.”

Like so many folks attending the service, I couldn’t help but think back to my own days of being 16 year’s old and truly wondering how I had survived to be here today.  We all make choices and we all make decisions, which can change our lives and the lives of those around us.  Everyone feels badly for the Robert Watkins Jr. family, injured in the accident that tragic Saturday, and they are thankful to friends and family who have rallied strongly to help them through this time.

Don Williams Jr. appeared to be a kid who had made a lifetime of right and proper decisions, and who was clearly on his way to greatness —  when one simply wrong decision had cost him his life.  It is incumbent on all of us; friends, family, and clergy alike, not to let this young man’s life to have been lost in vain – to remind our children that they are neither invincible nor immortal while here on this earth.

Previously I mentioned that the choir of the First Baptist Church on Main Street set the tone for the service for Don Williams Jr.  As they sang, swayed to the music, and gave spontaneous testimonies of faith, I briefly thought of a conversation I’d once had with Don’s aunt, Ella Jean Williams, when we were working on a program for the service.

 I had awkwardly tried to express my condolences and sympathy to her and she replied, “You know, Mr. Welborn, God sends each of us to do a job, and when that job is done, he takes us home.  I believe Don’s job on earth was done, and God called him.”  She continued, “Of course we’re not happy about it – we’re sad, and we miss him, but we understand. We have faith.”



Howard Donald  “Don”  Williams, Jr.

March 29, 1988 – October 2, 2004

Rest in Peace


Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: tysmama on April 03, 2007, 08:05:00 AM
My sweet Ty was born on April 3, 1992. He was born to very young and scared parents. I was 15 my husband just 20. We wanted him with everything we had and knew it was going to be a tough going. We added his baby brother just two years later. We were whole. We had the two precious boys we wanted and continued to strive to give them everything we never had.

We are broken now. We still have baby brother by the grace of God, but he called our first angel to be with him May 21, 2006, just a day before his 8th grade graduation. Ty, Aaron (baby bro), and a friend went wading across a sandbar at the lake near our home. The water was much deeper than the boys thought and the currents were swift and choppy. The boys were carried off the sandbar. When they realized what trouble they were in Ty tried to swim to a nearby fishing boat as he asked the friend to get his brother to shore. Ty did not make it. Aaron and the friend were picked up by another boat. That is the story of Ty's last day. His life was so much more.

Ty was a wonderful baby, I knew it wouldn't last. He was precocious and inquisitive about everything as a toddler. He was bowlegged and had to wear a brace at night for 6 months when he was just 18 months old. It didn't stop him. Each morning he would crawl out of bed with the brace still strapped between his feet and crawl to the gate we had in his door. he would climb up the gate and stand there and scream til someone came to get him. Which was never long. He had lungs.

He braved a hernia surgery just before he turned five. He walked hand in hand with the nurse into the operating room without his mommy or daddy. A quick look and wave were the last I saw before they brought him back to me. He was a brave little soul.

He braved school and excelled even after being diagnosed ADHD. He worked hard with medication to learn how to cope and deal with his problems. We helped him to learn what food and drinks to avoid. We helped him learn to express himself properly when bored or agitated. He was off meds by third grade and still excelling at school. He was an avid reader and loved fantasy books. He was an A-B student and knew that he had to work at that.

He was quick to make friends and keep those close to him. We moved across two states at the end of fourth grade. He adapted well. He still talked about his friends back "home" and would catch up with them each year when he visited his grandparents. In sixth grade, he met a boy that would be his best friend for the rest of his short life. Tylor and Josh were inseperable. I have said many times we shared custody of those boys. One weekend I had them; the next they had them. Even after we moved a couple towns away they were still that close. Josh knows just as many of the kids here that Ty did and he doesn't go to school here.

Eighth grade was Ty's crowing glory. We moved to a new town and school. He joined athletics and took up trumpet again. He loved all of his friends and was not discriminate on who those friends were. He was the buffer between kids that did not get along. He was not a joiner but he still lived by some of the same codes as some of the groups at school. They have a Bully Buster program. Ty was not a member, but I am told that he was the first to tell another to stop picking on the smaller and less fortunate. Ty was not an athletic kid when he took up football but he gave it his best. He could not stand running over the other kids. The only bad thing the coach had to say was "He needs to be more aggresive." I don't know if that is a good thing or bad. He skipped basketball, even though he was 6' tall. He took up track though. He excelled beyond any imagination that I could think of. He was excited and determined to do the best and better. He won many medals and ribbons. He continued to beat the other kids in his class and get better.

His life at home was the best and worse of him. He loved his brother, but he thought we had him as a play thing for him. He was a typical older brother. He beat up on his little brother, got him in trouble, and took care of him as if he were his own. Aaron has been lost these last months without that. Ty hated authority but had a deep rooted respect for our rules. He wanted to be his own person but wanted to please us also. He would buck us at every opportunity, but when he was at a friend's house he was always on his best behavior. I received many compliments on him and would always ask why not at home? It was a boy thing. He was definitely all boy.

He was not a perfect kid and I didn't want him to be. We always told him our job is to make you a good man not a perfect kid. Anybody could be a perfect kid, but it takes a strong will and a good heart and foundation to be a good man. He was almost there. He was on his way and had dreams galore. I wish he would have been able to realize those dreams. I wonder all the time what he would be like today. Would he be 6'4" like the doctors said? Would he be setting school records with those long legs? Would he be first chair on trumpet? Would he have the girl he wanted the day he died? Would he go to UT as he dreamed? Would he carry on the tradition and name his children after family? Would he do all the things he dreamed of? Or did he do enough to satisfy himself while he was here?

I know he knew we loved him. We told him all the time. I know he knew we were proud of him. We told him all the time. I am happy with how we raised him. I wish some things were different, but those things made him what he was and I am okay with that. I don't like it but I am okay.

In loving memory to "Boy Wonder"
Tylor Eugene Heath
April 3, 1992-May 21, 2006
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: DantesDad on April 10, 2007, 09:02:48 AM
My Dante was born on May 31st, 1992.  He became an angel on March 19th, 2007 when viral meningitis took his life. 

Dante was a "14 year old with no attitude".  A rarity these days.  We miss him so very much.

Love you Dante - you are with me always.

Marty (Dad of Dante Louis Sawyer)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: wintersnow on April 22, 2007, 09:23:49 AM
Richard Ellison Winter  Born June 22, 1986  Died March 24, 2005 @1130pm

How do I talk about the love of my life?  The person who made it worth living?  He was a 10 lb baby who arrived via a C-Section after 26 hours of labor and 6 hours of pushing.  He was stuck in the birth canal by his ears and looked like a conehead for a week after his birth! 

I knew I was in trouble when at 6 mos he was standing in the tub clinging to the soap dish on the wall and refusing to sit down.  His little butt cheeks were quivering and he cried when I finally pried his gloves off the soap dish and told him to "sit down before you fall down."

But that was his life.  Hell bent for an election at Mach 5 with his hair on fire.  At five years old when we moved to San Diego all he wanted to do is learn to skateboard.  The weekend we went down and stayed in a hotel on the beach I rented him a skateboard and he literally fell up and down the boardwalk all day.  His entire life I kept boxes of extra large bandages on hand because he was always taking risks on that skateboard.  He was a champion skater and could flip and fly with the best of them. 

On the night he died we believe he neglected to stop at the intersection at the bottom of a hill at a blind curve.  A 16 yr old driving his mothers SUV struck him at 70 mph three times as he bounced into the air and over the truck.  He landed 200 feet away in the middle of traffic going the other way.  He died in the helicopter on the way to the hospital from blunt force trauma.

    I am Richard’s mother. From the moment of his conception to the day of his death he changed my life forever. He was my best friend and in raising him I had a wonderful time and I wouldn't change a thing. His biological father abandon us when he was 3 mos old and it was you and me against the world until, when he was 4, his adoptive father came into our lives.  Richard taught me everything I know about love, fear, responsibility, happiness, and with his death I learned about despair and I learned the truth about where he went when he died.

I was a Chemistry teacher at a private High School and had been sick with the flu for several weeks. So, when Rick went out the for the evening I took two sleeping pills and went to bed. 

Thirty minutes later I was startled awake from a deep sleep by a dream. In the dream I saw Richard’s face and behind him was only blinding white light. He was grinning with the happiest smile I had ever seen.

He looked straight at me from out of the dream and said "Mom! I'm okay Mom! I'm with God Mom! Mom, you have to wake up. You have to wake up and answer the telephone." 

As I sat straight up in bed I saw the telephone on the night stand flickering. I had turned the ringer off. It was a policewoman calling to tell me there was a policeman at the door and would I please go let him in. 

He told us that Richard had been struck by a car while on his skateboard and had been airlifted to the hospital. The policeman didn’t know that Rick was already dead. But at that instant, as we dropped to our knees, I knew my son was gone.

Rick always let his Mom know where he was going.  Please don't think I am implying that my son was saved and your's wasn't because he/she hadn't been "reborn."  On the contrary, Rick was on the express elevator to hell until he turned his life around - or so I thought he had, a few months before his death - now I know that he really did.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: lainie on April 29, 2007, 10:40:13 AM
Introducing Brynn Alexandra Proctor Suddes

Brynn liked to be called Brynnie,

Her birth date December 14, 1994
Her angel date January 2, 2007

There is a website for my beautiful and only child, Brynnie.

It is www.beheartstrings.com

I would love it it you have a look. 

Thanks,  Brynnies's mommy,  Elaine
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: mom23kidsco on May 03, 2007, 10:09:35 PM
I lost my son Matthew 2 1/2 years ago.  He was 26 years old.  Lwts start at the begining.  He was born in Ok on June 14, 1978.  My husband was in the Army at the time.  Matt was 6 weeks old when my husband  was sent to Germany.
We went back to MO to live with my mother and father while we waited to join my husband in Germany.  In Dec of that year Matt was dignosed with seizures.  He struggled all of his life with them.
On New Years Eve 2004 I was working. I called his cell to tell him I would be a little late as I was covering someones lunch.  I wanted to ask him if he wanted something for dinner. He didn't answer his phone.  So I called my other son Kit to see if he knew where Matt was.  He told me I needed to come home right away. I asked him why. He just kept telling me to come home.  I finally asked him if Matt had done somthing stupid.  That is when he handed the phone to the Officer that was with him.  I remember him asking my name. I told him what it was.  He told me on the phone that my son had taken his own life. I can not stand New Years Eve now.
In October of 2005 I got a call from my daughter saying that her children had been taken by DCFS.  She and her husband were both in jail for molesting thier children. 
I have not seen my grandchildren since my sons funeral.  In one year I lost all my family except my middle son.  I tried to get my grandchildren but the state of ND held them hostage.  Now they are being adopted by someone else.  I have not been allowed to see them or talk to them in 2 years.  I live in Co and if they had been here I would have them safe with me now.  I didn't even get a chance to greive for my son before loseing the rest of my family.  I often wonder how I kept my sanity.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Chy Scott's Mom on May 13, 2007, 08:40:57 PM
My youngest son died,  April 28, 2002 at 1:30am, approximately.
Scott Edward Tracey 12-19-1985   April 28, 2002
Born and died in Bozeman, Montana

   This is Scott’s story told by me, his mother.  It might be different if told by someone else, the facts would be the same I imagine but the telling of it all, the impact (what can be comprehended or expressed) would be different.  I’ve written stories all my life, you see, I am an Aquarian with a love of words and expression of emotions but this story, this sequences of events, is the most difficult, the saddest, the hardest multiplied a zillion trillion times, to write and remember and especially, to live with!  Bare in mind though that what I tell you here is relevant to what happened!
   I will start by saying a few things to clarify why my 16 year old was in one State while I was in another.  It’s important to me that the reason for this is understood, my pride, my integrity and my motherliness might be questionable otherwise, maybe it is anyway!  In February 2001, I decided to leave the State of Montana after 20 years struggling for a paycheck to try for a better wage somewhere else in our country where Office Management Skills were worth more than minium wage.  I put my finger on a map and came up with Mesquite, Nevada.  Scott didn’t want to go, we had been living off the grid in Montana and he was going to a much smaller school than he was use to for most of his life and doing very well there, plus there was this little cutie he was falling in love with.  He had just turned 15 on December 19, 2000.  The cutie’s mama loved Scott, what’s not to love?  He was hard working, honest and a gentleman and she offered for Scott to stay there to finish the school year.  After a lot of soul searching, I agreed, I wanted always what was best for my boys and although this wasn’t best for me, it seemed smart for him.  I could get my feet down and he’d get the rest of a school year in, I had no idea what kind of school system was in Nevada.  I left him in Montana.
   School ended, Nevada was OK but my oldest son and his girlfriend wouldn’t work, I had been evicted twice within 6 months and was moving to the desert with a guy I met that had a place out there we could go.  Scott stayed in Montana to work on the cutie’s Organic Farm through the summer.  I obviously had fallen short of my goal.  My oldest pulled up stakes and left September 11, 2002, the day the World Trade Towers went down.  I lost my job and was more lost than I had ever been before, my life was falling apart, so I thought.  Time was getting farther and farther down the line.  A friend stopped by on Christmas day and offered to take my boyfriend to Grand Junction, Colorado.  I begged him to go and come back and get me out of where I was.  They took me with them. I got a job within a month, had taxes coming back and Scott would be coming to live with me in Colorado.  We were excited about it all.
   Scott was no longer living at the cutie’s place, she had dumped him and he was heart sick, he had moved in with my mother who had thrown him out basically and now he was with my oldest son and that same girlfriend who wouldn’t work in Nevada.  His father was pissed because they were crashing at his place and he wanted them gone so I was threatening him long distance to be a father for a change and give his kids a place to stay.  I was desperate fo Scott to get to me.  Beginning of April I got my taxes back and rented a place in Fruita, Colorado.  The following weekend I was going to get Scott but after talking to my mother she said she would bring him to Cheyenne, Wyoming the following weekend and we would meet there.  That was so I wouldn’t be so tired from driving and have to get right back to work.  I agreed!
   April 27th, I was to work and then drive to Cheyenne, pick up Scott and come home with my baby and be a family again.  He was going to be a kid again, no more working like he was, get back in school, I was desperate for him.  Some friends of his decided that since he was leaving they would throw him a “going away party”.  Somewhere along the line, alcohol was bought, people were gathered and a spot was picked up in the Highlights, a mountain area outside of Bozeman, Montana.  I gather what happened was this....Scott had a ride with a sober friend and kids loaded up into vehicles to leave.  An older guy named Manley Ankney, 26, had been fighting with his brother, who was supposed to be the passenger in Manley’s truck, plus, some of Scott’s friends, 2 girls and a guy, were the back seat kids in that truck, weren’t comfortable driving with Manley, so, Scott and Manley’s brother switched seats.  Now, the testimony goes that Scott gave this guy hell the whole ride because he was driving like an idiot, passing other cars on the way down the mountain which is very narrow and curvy.  Forgive my language here but these are the exact words Scott said to Manley many times on that drive, “what the fuck are you doing?” and “slow the fuck down”.  Neither happened!  They ended up making it through that stretch of road and stopped to pee and whatever at the main road, where they all loaded back into the vehicle.  Less than a mile later, and following the last words anyone remembers my son saying “what the fuck are you doing?”, Manley almost went off the road on the left, overcorrected, went off the road on the right, straight through a muddy wet ditch, through a fence and up into a cow pasture where the vehicle rolled and threw Scott 93 feet.  They tell me he died within seconds.  Everyone was ejected from the vehicle, only the driver was an adult, the other 4 passengers were all 16 years old.  Scott died about a mile from where he was living, less than a day before coming to live with me again and 4 months after he turned 16.
   Now anyone reading this that hasn’t buried a child before can not really know all the stuff that goes on.  As if the burying of one’s child with all the details needing to be tended to and the folks with their hands out for your money, caskets, flowers, preachers, bagpipers...isn’t enough.  No!  There are usually court dates and hearings and depositions and plea bargains and waiting to get the personal items of your child back and most everyone I know feels screwed over by the system at some time.  You can barely pick your head up or draw a breath and you have a Victims Advocate trying to get you to put into words how your child’s death has impacted your life and you know that you haven’t fully realized it all yet but it has to be done now!  Meanwhile there is a gaping wound on your soul so large and raw and no one can see it and others around you forget it’s there because it isn’t their wound, no, it’s yours alone and although you grocery shop and look normal, your not.  Your forever altered, tainted, wounded, sad, angry and lonely.  I often say that I am every parents worst nightmare, I am proof it can happen!

Scott's in the red hat, his older brother Dustin is next to him- Scott's hat reads "Hell Bent For Pleasure".  I like that
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: cheriesaunt on May 24, 2007, 07:04:39 AM
A 15-year-old from Liberty has died as the result of injuries she suffered in a car wreck Saturday, according to authorities.

 Cherie White died Wednesday at Anmed Health Medical Center as the result of a cerebral hemorrhage, Anderson County Coroner  said Thursday.

The same wreck also claimed the life Saturday of Bradley ?, 32, of S.C..

Miss. White was a passenger in the back seat of a Kia sport utility vehicle involved in the collision . She was transported, he said, to AnMed Health Medical Center; she said she believed the girl’s shoulder was injured.

Cherie suffered complications while at the hospital, the coroner said.

The Coroner plans to review Cheries medical records as part of a routine investigation of the case. Neisa’s family could not be reached Thursday.

The head-on collision happened around 3:15 p.m. Saturday on U.S. 178 near the Cherry Street extension in northern Anderson County, authorities said.

Mr. ?, the driver of a 2001 Ford Ranger, crossed over the center line and struck the 2004 Kia driven by Cherie's mother of Liberty, The coroner said Saturday.

Toxicology test results for Mr. ? were not available yet Thursday, said Lance Cpl. Kathy Hiles of the South Carolina Highway Patrol.

We know the driver of the vehicle that hit Cherie was intoxicated....
He took away a very special part of our lives.  She will forever live on in our hearts.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: alexcmom on June 02, 2007, 12:55:22 AM
My son Alex would have been 12 today. We lost him on August 27, 2006 in a mva. I thought that I would be able to tell you more but I find that even after 9 months I still can't write about it.I thought that I would be able to do this for his birthday but it is harder than I thought.He had a beautiful smile and always like to sing this song to people that he would meet that had the chorus keep on smilin in it.Some children in his Outlook class sang it at his funeral and we had those words put on his stone at the cemetary.I have been coming here since around October of 2006 and have gotten so much comforting words from each and everyone of you.I really thought that I was handling this grief thing pretty good but this week especially has been hard and yesterday was just awful. I guess it was because Alex was born on a Friday just don't know.Anyway just wanted to tell my angel in heaven that I love him and Happy Birthday.Maybe when I can stop crying so hard I will be able to tell ya'll a little more about him.But I can tell you that he loved to laugh and he loved for others to be happy.Anyway thanks for listening to the ramblings of a grieving mom Sincerely, Janet
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: jaysmom on July 20, 2007, 01:25:08 PM
In Loving Memory of John Robert (J.R.) Woodfin
July 10, 1986 ~ December 21, 2005

How do you describe a wonderful, loving, and vibrant young man in just a few paragraphs? He was my heart and now that he is gone I am just a shadow of myself…dead for all practical purposes yet forced to live on.

John Robert Woodfin was born on July 10, 1986. When he arrived, he was such a sweet little baby. He was so loving and caring from the beginning. When I would hold him up to my shoulder and pat his back, he would pat me on the back with his little hand. As he grew up he continued to be loving, compassionate, and kind. He always worried about the poor. He was a softie for any beggars that we passed by. His sister teasingly referred to him as “The Pope” because he would give his allowance away to the poor.

He always had a zest for life…always curious. He wanted to try everything, taste everything, and experience everything. It was almost as if he knew he just had a few years to live so he had to cram it all in. He didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. He went skydiving, bungee jumping and all sorts of other daring things (unfortunately trying methadone was one of them). He wanted to experience the world!

I remember how proud I was of him when he played water polo. He was so good at it and all the girls kept an eye on him. He was SO handsome. He made friends everywhere he went. He could walk into a party where he didn’t know anyone and come out with a new set of friends. At his memorial service one of his friends said “J.R. was not only my best friend, he was everyone’s best friend”.

He was/is such a beautiful young man. I was always proud to call him my son, even the time he wore that red Mohawk on vacation. Even when he was acting silly, he was exhibiting the uniqueness that made him…Him!

He was my reason for living. I am an empty shell now that he is gone. But I will go on because he wants me to. I will try to be more compassionate, loving, caring, and helpful because that is what he was and I want the rest of my life to be lived in honor of him. He is a very special person. And now he is an angel.

To see his pictures and read more about him go to;

Marilyn Futrell

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: marie on September 28, 2007, 03:32:04 PM
 Patrick was born July 28 1970 He was only 35 when he died.He died of 2 major strokes and was brain dead.He started to have mini strokes on February 14 Valentines Day 2006.He ended up in ICU.He died February22 2006.He lived with me and did a lot for me .He liked football,fantasy football watching wrestling,recyling, Animals, He liked helping people.I miss him very much.LOVE AND HUGS PATRICK"S MOM MARIE
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: cathy on October 25, 2007, 12:16:08 AM
I so loved this thread. I know how much we all miss our babies. I haven't been here in so long. I think of all of you so much. I would love to talk to you new comers.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: cathy on October 25, 2007, 01:24:19 AM
Our babies are so precious to us. I want to thank you all for sharing your babies. I have so enjoyed reading the stories. :)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Judy-Marc's mum on October 26, 2007, 01:33:31 AM
Marc Aidan Nuyens
Birthday 1st September 1988
Angel Day 10th December 2006
Marc was born in a small mining town called Karratha which is in the North West of Western Australia and was a very happy baby with a big sister and brother to dote over him, there was an age difference between them.  8 yrs for his sister and 5 yrs for his brother, so you can imagine how spoilt he was.  He lacked for nothing in the love department and he had them wrapped around his little finger.
As he grew older and started school he was very into his sports.  Soccer to start with and then later on he wanted to play AFL (Australian Rules Football) at which he did very well.  He wanted to continue to play both but with his school work starting to suffer with all the training, he was told to make a choice between them, so AFL it was.
When Marc was 16, we moved to Darwin which in the Northern Territory of Australia and he was not happy at all here because all of his friends were back in WA. 
When he finished school he got an apprenticeship as a diesel mechanic and things then started to look up for him as he was finally really happy in his life.  The guys that he worked with are very family orientated and he became part of that family. He was never home on the weekends as they would all go out camping or doing a lot of other outdoor sports.
We were invited to go to a wedding in Perth WA and left here on the Monday, after dropping him off at work and took 7 days to drive down, visiting friends and our 3 ˝ yr old granddaughter in Karratha for a few days.  On Friday the 8th we rang him as he had forgotten my birthday the day before.  He was having a BBQ here at the house for all the guys and families that he worked with.  After chatting for about 10 mins and reminding him that I would pick him up at the airport next Friday as he was coming to the wedding and also catching up with all his mates, he said that he had to go that everyone was arriving.  Love you mum were his last words.
On Sunday the 10th December we arrived at my mother’s place in Perth and had an early night after all the driving.  At midnight my husband’s mobile phone rang and it was from the NT coroners department finding out the address of where we were staying and that Marc had been involved in an accident and that the WA police would be round to see us shortly.  I woke my daughter and we found missed calls on her phone also.  We called the number and found that it was also the coroners dept.  After an hour had passed and no police had been to see us, I called him again and was told that they would be there shortly.  30mins later I called again and made him tell us over the phone (which he didn’t want to do) That Marc had died in an accident at 8.35pm.  Upon hearing the news, my mother who was 85 at the time had a mild heart attack and so I had to call an ambulance for her (what a horrible night).  Luckily for us she is still going strong.  The WA police didn’t get there to tell us until 2.30am.
On arriving home the next day, we were told that Marc had been fishing with the guys from work all day and that he had been dropped off here at home at about 8.00pm.  At 8.30 he decided to take my car and go somewhere (we will never know where).  He didn’t have a license and I had left my keys at home because it never entered my head that he would do something like.  Not my Marc, it was totally out of character.  He was only a short distance from home when coming around a bend and he was speeding, he lost control and with a car coming in the opposite direction, my car was hit side on and he died instantly.  The rest as they say is history.
I now tell Makayla when she says that she doesn’t like to go to bed, because there are monster under her there, that Uncle Marc is an angel and that he wouldn’t let them get her and she goes quite happily.
Love you always Marc.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: WendyRN on November 02, 2007, 12:26:38 PM
Keith Miles Dickinson.  May 4, 1986 - August 5, 2007 (21 yrs.)
Scott Edward Lance Dickinson.  March 5, 1979 - January 30, 1984 (4 1/2 yrs)

Although I will forever grieve the loss of my first born son, Scott, in my heart I need to acknowledge the passing of Keith right now.  On anything I might post, I will indicate "mom of Keith".  But I am the mother of 4 children, Scott, Holly, Wade and Keith - always and forever.

My husband and I met in highschool, I was 15 and he 17.  We got married in our early 20's and had Scott the following year.  After a very normal pregnancy, the labour and delivery were difficult and Scott didn't breathe initially for 7 minutes.  There was, of course, profound brain damage and throughout Scottie's short life he was very fragile with a severe seizure disorder.  I was so angry at God and yet I prayed all the time for him to "fix" Scott, at least make him well enough to come home.  At 6 months, he was transferred from an acute care hospital (which piqued my desire to one day become a nurse) to a long term nursing facility that cared for the province's most precarious babies/children.  Through seizuring, Scott had become blind and deaf.  Out of necessity, he was on so many medications to control the seizures that he was mostly hugely sedated.  On any given day, he required resuscitation at least once during seizuring as he would just stop breathing.  We dreamed of being able to bring him home one day and the Christmas before he died, there was a small amount of improvement and the staff had been able to wean him off a couple of meds.  We began to hope.  Then, in January he developed pneumonia again and was too tired, weak to fight any more.  His little body tried so hard.  On January 30, he died.  I did not get the chance to say goodbye.  I was very angry that the hospital did not call me so I could have that opportunity.  With all we had gone through, I felt so gyped that I couldn't even have that. 

Between Scott's birth and Holly's almost 3 years later, I miscarried twice going into the 2nd trimester.  I believe in my heart that it was Mother Nature's way of concluding that I was not ready to have another child....I wanted a "replacement" child for my Scott that couldn't be home with me.  These were very sad years and I really thought that I would be unable to have more children.  But Holly was born in 1982, Wade and 1984 and Keith in 1986.  All healthy and the joy of my life.  They have always been very close because of their ages and Keith's passing is extremely difficult on them as well.

Keith was always a beautiful boy.  When he was very small, at an age when most kids are just learning to string words together, he was talking in full sentences.  (I'm not bragging that he was a genius or anything but his language skills were amazing.)  People used to stop me places and ask how old he was.  I'm sure it has a lot to do with being born the youngest and needing to make himself heard with an older brother and sister.  From an early age he was a jokester.  He loved to make us all laugh.  When he got into school, that's what his friends remember most fondly - he desire to make people laugh and be happy. 

The 2nd half of highschool was sometime difficult for Keith.  Life dished out some cruel stuff and he became sometimes bitter and angry.  He did enjoy his many friends though, and while he didn't think much of school he did enjoy playing on the rugby team.  After squeaking by and graduating, Keith had a few different jobs in the "trades" and eventually got hired on where my husband and his older brother, Wade, work.  He really loved this job and the people there.  It was sometimes hard working with both his dad and his brother (being the youngest) and he felt the need to gain some independence and so moved into his own place, which he did about a year ago.  He had his own apartment for a few months before finances forced him home for awhile.  Keith had been struggling with some issues in his life and was trying to make some positive changes for himself.  On the long weekend in August (in B.C., Canada we have B.C. Day on the first Monday of the month) Keith and a group of his friends left for camping about 3 hours away from here.  They friends he was with would later tell us that he was having the time of his life.  He commented to a couple of them that he was having the best time ever.  It was a beautiful hot and sunny weekend.  He was with great friends.  The Tulameen River was cool and they floated on rafts, rode ATV's, drank beer, enjoying each other's company.  On Sunday, after an evening of riding the ATV's they were jut about to put them away for the night.  The group said that they had been careful about drinking and riding the machines and had only had a couple of casual beers.  Each time someone went for a ride they wore a helmut.   Keith decided, before they got put away, that he wanted one last ride and he took off without a helmut on (not that it made a difference.)  It may have meant that even the "casual" drinking had allowed him to make an unsafe choice or maybe it meant that he was just going for such a short trip he didn't think it was necessary.  We'll never know.  He was only gone a very short time before a truck pulled up to their campsite and said one of their ATV's was lying on its side on the roadway.  When the kids rushed down to where the ATV was, they realized what had happened.  ALongside the road is a 150 foot cliff.  Keith must have hit a pile of dirt that was in that particular spot or a pothole and was ejected from the bike and over the cliff.  He landed in the Tulameen River below where he drowned.  The fall did not cause his death and he didn't even have a broken bone.  By the time his friends were able to find and get to him, he was already gone.  They tried desperately to help with CPR.  You can only imagine the depths of despair of these kids.  They were made to remain at the campsite overnight for their own safety by the RCMP.  They said nobody spoke a word.  It was absolute silence.  Each living in their own disbelief and imagined guilt.  I hold no anger towards any of them.  It was an accident.  An accident that only Keith was involved in.  A terrible tragedy.

I learned of this after coming home from working a nightshift at the hospital.  I had stopped for groceries on the way home because my husband and I were supposed to be starting holidays after one more nightshift.  When I got home, I brought my work stuff into the house and returned to get the groceries.  An police car was just pulling into the driveway.  They asked me if I was Keith Dickinson's mom and I felt my heart flutter.  Wanting to believe the least horrible, I asked if he was in jail.  I don't think they even said "no" to that but they wouldn't tell me anything.  Just to come in the house and wake my husband up.  I was beginning to panic and I could feel my throat constricting.  It only took a minute before my husband was in the living room with us and they said that Keith had been in an ATV accident and hadn't survived.  After that, I don't really remember the day.  I had to go down to Wade's room and tell him and then call my daughter and tell her the police were going to come and get her and that her brother had died an an accident.  I will never forget that. 

Within a couple of hours, the kids started showing up.  Holly's, Wade's and so many of Keith's.  They were everywhere...inside and on the front and back lawns.  I can't say what a comfort they were.  Some stayed overnight the next week or so.  We were never alone.  Of course there was family and our friends as well, but the young friends meant so much.  The friends that had been with Keith that weekend had many stories to tell and lots of pictures to share.  I am forever grateful for that. 

A couple of weeks later, one of Keith's best friends, Jemma, and her immediate family had been about to celebrate her mom's 50th birthday and were going to ride a hot air balloon.  The celebration turned into a horrific accident when the basket caught fire while rising in the air and Jemma and her mother were killed.  All the other passengers managed to get out, with various burns and injuries, but the visual of the basket aflame and knowing that Jemma and her mother were in it was devastating.  These kids, many of whom were experiencing their firm traumatic death with Keith's passing, now had to endure another in such a short time.  Jemma was wearing Keith's memorial T-shirt in the balloon.  This terrible event, reported and shown over and over again on every news channel really complicated mourning for Keith.  There is a video on www.youtube.com and you can look at a memorial wall painted by a couple of Keith's friends.  When you get to the youtube site, key in Keith Dickinson and it will come up. 

This weekend will be 3 months since he's been gone.  Sometimes I believe it.  Sometimes its just too surreal yet.  I am obsessed with anything on the "afterlife".  I have been reading Sylvia Brown, etc. and have seen the same medium twice.  I find some comfort in that.  I do not follow an organized religion (brought up Catholic) but I do believe in God and want to explore my spirituality.

Thanks for listening.

Wendy, Keith's mom
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Aussie_dad on December 04, 2007, 04:39:05 AM
I am not Zac's natural father. I first met Zac when he was 3 years old. His mum and I had been chatting online and eventually met. She had 3 children, Zac was the oldest, then Harrison (2) and Kaitlyn (6 weeks).
We saw more and more of each other, and I got to know them all very well. Eventually, we all moved in together. The kids saw their natural father on and off, slowly i became more and more a fixture in their life.
We married after 4 years,  and had 2 more kids, but after 3 years we seperated.  Zac;s natural father stopped contact when he was around 7 years old. We never heard from him again.
I loved watching all of children grow, I love each and everyone one of them as much as any man can. Every age is a new delight, teaching them to read, teaching them to ride. Zachary was always so inquistive, we would talk for ages about all different subjects.
That would have to be one of the things that I miss most. The kids would each take turns during school hol;idays coming to work with me. I'm a sales rep and i'm on the road 8-9 hours a day. Zac and I would talk for hours about how the world works. I would tell him my veiws of the world, but I always insisted that he should make his own judgements and discover his own path.
Zac was more than my son, he was my friend , he was my mate. He had just reached that beautiful age between child and adult.
A friend wrote this poem for me and read it at his funeral.
Donna Page

Not of your blood but of your heart,
A child you love as your own.

Nurturing him and caring for him;
In your strong arms he found a home.

You gave your heart to this child
And all you asked in reply,

Was to watch him grow and reach his dreams;
You’d help him touch the sky.

You could not have known the little time
That you and he had to share.

To nurture him and love each other,
To teach him how to care.

When he taken from you,
His journey reached its end.

But know that he will return,
To live a life again.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Dawson on December 04, 2007, 08:25:06 AM
Macy Elizabeth Moyers
January 25, 1993 - June 14, 2007
Macy loved everyone. She hated nobody and had compassion for those less fortunate. Macy is in Heaven today. She loves her Daddy. I love her endlessly!
Please look at my baby. Please share with others the story of her as you know it from this forum.

My daughter was killed on 6/14/07 when she snuck out and went joy riding with 5 friends in Baytown, TX. You can search the story by typing in Baytown Texas joyride tragedy.  4 in the backseat were killed when they ran under a train parked on the tracks. No lighting was at the crossing. The train could not be seen and was parked there 33 minutes when the law only allows them to be stationary across a raod for only 10 minutes. They were all trying to get home because they were "busted"  for sneaking out. Macy (my 14 y/o), Loral (my 12 y/o neice), Colette (the 14 y/o staying the night with my daughter), and Austin (the 12 y/o brother of the boy that stole the car to make this all possible and helped them sneak out) were all killed instantly. The other boy, a 15 y/o like the other survivor also made this possible and helped my daughter out the window. This is rough. I am angry at these boys one moment then the next want them to live responsibly and productively. Then I get mad at my girl for making a bad decision that has ripped her Daddy apart with it's consequences. Then the next moment I feel bad for being mad at her. One day I want to speak out to teens and teach them a lesson about making good choices then the next day I feel as if I should keep my mouth shut and stay out of others business and grieve alone and in silence. No one. No one!, can possibly understand my pain except others who have tragically lost their babies.
Dawson - Macy's Daddy
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: MelissaCharliesMom on December 04, 2007, 05:05:10 PM
Is it possible I have been here with all of you for so long and never posted Charlies story? I guess it is time to do so. Though I doubt it will be easy.
Charlie was our oldest. Born to a young Mom and Daddy who loved him more then anything else on this earth on Nov 16, 1993. He was a precious baby. The first born grandchild on either side of the family.
He is the big brother to Patrick now 10, Emma now 4 and Brayden 22 months. He was a friend to everyone and it didnt matter who they were or what they had or what color their skin was. He had an infectious laugh that made everyone around him smile and he was a protector of those smaller or weaker then him. He was THE BEST big brother so proud of his siblings. Him and Patrick were inseperable best friends.He was a Boy Scout having been awarded the Arrow Of Light just a few months before his death, he played baseball and basketball, loved martial arts, hunting, skateboarding, family vacations he was my travel buddy and shared my love of taking off on unplanned road trips whenever the mood struck, and most of all he was a genius on a bike...constantly giving me a fit as he flew by standing on the seat or riding a "Superman". He was a ladies man and had the same girlfriend for 3 years (yes at the age of 10 he'd been "dating" the same girl for 3 years LOL!!)
On June 25 2004 we went to my sisters High School graduation that was the last time we would all be together as a family. The next morning...Saturday June 26 hubby was working overtime and I was home preparing food for my sisters graduation party that was to be held later that day. Charlie begged me to let him go with his cousin to another town to a sporting goods store to buy new skateboards. I really wasnt thrilled with the idea but talked to his Uncle who said theyd be back in plenty of time for the party. So his uncle loaded up Charlie and his cousin and 2 of their friends and took them to buy skateboards...if only I had known.
Around 10 am, less then 2 miles from home, a tourist who was arguing with his wife turned abruptly in front of Charlies Uncle. Charlies Uncle did everything possible to avoid the collision (the police said he did everything by the book but it was unavoidable)The custom conversion van Charlie was in flipped and even though he was wearing his seatbelt Charlie was killed instantly. One of the other boys in the vehicle with Charlie was airlifted for severe internal injuries but pulled through. The other driver who was arguing with his wife about buying a bottle of wine turned into a winery and killed my son and also killed one of his own children a 7 year old twin boy. The other driver also severly injured his wife and one other son and had one child and himself who escaped unscathed.
Charlie was 10 years old the day he was killed and it was his first day of Summer Vacation. Our lives changed forever that day. I was rushed to the ER 2 days after his death because I just wanted to kill myself and end it all.
I miss him every second of every day. There is not a moment that goes by that I dont wish he was here with me, Id sell my soul to the devil and give my own life to have him here where he belongs.
We were drug through a nasty court battle for 3 years against the man who killed my son. There was no justice served and nothing at all wouldve happened had it not been for us pushing and demanding..finally the man responsible for my sons death received a 6 month license suspension in May of 2007 almost 3 years after the accident.
We are petitioning the State of NY to change the laws. This man received a huge settlement amount as did his wife who sued him(her owen husband and their insurance companyand my sons Uncles insurance company on behalf of herself, their son who was injured and their son who was killed. They remain married and are living in the lap of luxury. Amazing...I hope that money eases his guilt! I hate him and will never forgive him for what he has done to our family, our lives, to my precious Charlie.
He was my sunshine and make no doubt about it if not for his brothers and sister Id have no reason to be here.
I am forever grateful to all of you for saving me from myself on more the one occassion and for understanding when no one else does.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Annette on December 08, 2007, 11:28:27 PM
My son Michael was born December13, 1982, in San Diego, CA, where I was born and raised. He was a very curious, smart baby and walked really early at 9 months. As soon as he could walk he wanted out of my arms and wanted to explore everything to see how it worked. This curiosity and ability allowed him to be able to fix anything and everything. I had my 2nd child, Trevor, when Michael was 21 months old and it was love at first sight for Michael. He and Trevor were lifelong best friends. Sure, they had sibling squabbles, but always came back to being best friends.

When Michael was in first grade, his best friend and his father moved away. He never saw either one again. It caused him a lot of pain, and caused me to worry as he made a decision early in life not to get close to others as they leave you. I had been much relieved the past couple of years of Michael's life and he was once again making friends and reaching out more than he did as a teenager.

I raised my boys as a single mother, deciding not to date, because raising them took everything I had. I finished my degree and became a teacher. Michael was gifted in school and amazing to everyone. However, he did not enjoy school and only attended college one semester. He didn't need college, as he was successful programming computer code and was a production supervisor for a legal services firm when he died.

Michael was musical and played various instruments, including clarinet and bari sax in band, and a guitar at home. He did lose interest in playing most music and devoted his time to his love of computers and computer games. He also loved speed and had a Mazda Miata and a motorcycle. A week before he died, he traded in his 600cc motorcycle and bought a brand new Suzuki Hayabusa, which is the fastest street bike they sell. I tried to stop it, but  he was making a lot of money at his job and said he could just move out and do what he wants. The Hayabusa is 1300cc, which is a big jump in power, and can go over 200 mph.

Michael died the day after Mother's Day, 2007. We had a wonderful Mother's Day. I had dragged Michael with me the day before from store to store until I found a Weber propane barbecue I wanted. Michael assembled the barbecue the morning of Mother's Day and barbecued rib eye steaks for us, including his brother, Trevor, Trevor's fiance, Maria, and her mom, Gloria. That was the last day I hugged Michael, kissed his cheek and we said we loved each other. I remember thinking how proud I was of him and how tall, big and strong he was and how it was like hugging a strong man. He gave me a Mother's Day card, where he wrote he loved me. It's still on our piano.

The next day, Monday, I had just finished my final class for my Master's Degree program and they let us out early. In the parking lot at the university, I was hugged by a couple of my professors and we joked around. I was so happy to go home early, before it got dark. I pulled into my driveway, started walking in and Michael came out of the house and put his key in his new motorcycle. I asked him where he was going, and he said, "On a ride." I said, "Have fun!" and those were the last words we spoke to each other. After 10 pm, when he didn't call, I started getting worried, and called him, texted him, and tried to contact his brother as sometimes he'd go to his apartment. I couldn't sleep and was very worried as Michael was so reliable, he would never cause me worry.

Michael met up with a local sportbike group here in Las Vegas the night he died. They went up a mountain route to a biker bar, where they drank hot chocolate and soda, as the group was committed to safe riding and no drinking. They came down the dark, curvy mountain pass and Michael didn't make the last curve, which is a sharp left curve. He wasn't speeding, it was a terrible accident. He was riding with 2 other riders, one in front of him and one in back. He rode along the guard rail, became separated from the bike and landed 90 feet away. He died at the scene and was pronounced dead. The coroner called me at 2:55 am and then came to my house. He used awful words and said Michael was mangled and crushed, but died instantly. His head was fine and was protected by the full face helmet. He died of blunt force trauma. A few months after his death, I visited the site and the cross marker that the motorcycle group left and found Michael's eyeglasses. That meant a lot to me to find them.

A month after his death, Trevor was married to Maria. The wedding was difficult for me and I went through it in a trance. Michael was to have been the best man.... my boys had even bought matching tuxedos as they didn't want to rent tuxes and thought it'd be cool to keep their tuxes forever... one of the saddest days was returning that tux to get one to fit the new best man, one of their friends, Nick.

Michael's funeral was beautiful but very difficult. Nobody suggested that I video it, and I wish the church would've mentioned it as I would've done it. Oh well. Nothing will bring back my beautiful, kind-hearted boy. I love him so very much and find it hard to live without him. His brother is also hurting and misses him so much. If I didn't have Trevor to live for, I don't know what I'd do. I struggle with my faith now, but I want to believe in heaven and that I'll see him again one day.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: sandy2 on December 25, 2007, 05:57:37 PM
SHANE RICHARD PRUETT BORN 6-27- 77 , ANGEL DATE 6-9-07. I really thought i posted here before , but cant find it , so if this is the second time please bare with me. My ONLY CHILD SHANE,was born to us 6-27-77, 2 months early & We all always joked cause he just wasnt very pretty! Just a 4lb., wrinkled up little baby. But boy did he just fit right in my arms from day one . He was an absolutly wonderful baby , never cried or fussed was just always such a happy baby. He grew to have some difficult teenage years , but we got thru those. He had me my first grandbaby,AUSTIN Nov.17 1997. He is the spitting image of his DADDY. He went on to have two more children ,CAYLIB 9-14-01, also spitting image of DADDY ,then NEVEAH,3-27-03, another DADDYS girl. So then I became a Mother & Grandmother , all I ever wanted to be all I ever knew. SHANE was a union plaster, very good one at that. Personally I never felt any danger in his job , but he did drive miles everyday for work & I worried EVERYDAY about that. Well i got my gut wrenching terrible call on 6-9-07.SHANE & 3 of his coworkers were working on one of the biggest malls in Indianapolis Ind. A pin fell off a motor at one end of the scaffolding they were on 42 ft. in the air. MY SON AS HE WAS & ALWAYS WILL BE IN MY EYES TRIED TO BE THE HERO, TOOK HIS SAFTY BELT OFF WITH A COWORKER ,& WENT TO PUT THE PIN BACK IN , WELL THE WEIGHT OF HIS OTHER TWO COWORKERS COULD NOT HOLD THEM & A CABLE BROKE. MY BIG STRONG MUSCLE BOUND CONSTUCTION WORKER SON FELL 42.FT. TO A HEROS DEATH!!!!! My life has been totally changed that second , that minute , that hr. I am on day 200 as I write this CHRISTMAS DAY. What a long tough day this has been. This journey I have had to be on is A PARENTS WORST NIGHTMARE. I am left now trying to redefine myself, from being a Mother , Grandmother, to I'm not sure what ??? Thats was who I was , & who I always wanted to be. Im not sure where I go from here, but im sure there is a plan . SHANE, I DO WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU ARE IN MY HEART, EVERY BREATH I TAKE. THERE ARE DAYS I THINK I CANT TAKE ANOTHER BREATH, I STRUGGLE BUDDY. THANK-YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MOST WONDERFUL 29 YEARS, SOMETIMES VERY TOUGH YEARS A MOTHER COULD EVER ASK FOR. SEND ME SOME OF YOUR STRENTH TO SEE ME THRU THIS TILL WE MEET AGAIN , YOU WILL BE EVERY BREATH I TAKE . LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS COULD EVER EXPRESS YOUR MOTHER.I LOVE YOU & I HOPE & PRAY SOMEDAY I WILL FIND MY WAY, BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THAT WITHOUT YOU ! FOREVER IN MY HEART & SOUL SHANE I LOVE YOU !!!
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Tylersmommy on January 13, 2008, 11:43:54 AM
Well, it's been a very long time since I have been here. But I have found that coming here every once in a while helps me through tough times. So I want to share my story... No, this isn't my story, it's Tylers.

Tyler was born April 26th 2002. Healthy happy little baby, he was. I had 3 months and 1 week with my little precious. He had just strated lifting himself up with his two little hands while laying on his stomach. He started to recognize his toes and loved to put them in his mouth. Smiling. Not very many landmarks a baby can hit that young.

He was going to the dr's on a regular basis, every week, for weight checks. He had a hard time gaining weight. Thyroid problems they told me. Ok, I can handle that. We up'ed his caloric intake, (more formula, less water) and fed him every 4 hours. The dr said it was doing exactly what we wanted. He was up to 15 lbs. Yay.

On Sept. 2nd, I woke him up at 1 AM, and fed him. I still remember him, eyes half open, dozing off every few few seconds. Finish the bottle, change the diaper, kisses and lay him down, the same routine every night.

I was talking to friend that night. We had bought a "SIDS Star" (donate a dollar to research), and she asked me, "what would you do if Tyler passes away?"  "How would you tell people?". And the conversation continued. I have always thought that death was something you had to prepare for, no matter the situation. Maybe that makes me morid. But that night, I tought about it. How would I handle it? What would I do, or say? How would I afford it? I decided the next day to look into the gerber grow up plan.

My alarm goes off, it's 5 AM. I couldn't help but think, "It's to early for this." I laid there for a minute, and something told me to get up. So I did, and with a sense of urgency I still can not explain, I walked across the living room of my small apartment, into Tyler's room. He wasn't breathing. The one thing that sticks out in my head about that morning, is when I picked him up and his head "lolled". I knew. Everything else about that day was a blur. But when his neck had no muscluar strength in it, and it just... "lolled". That was the worse thing in the world. I ran to the other end of the apartment, clucthing him to my chest to call 911. He was gone.

I miss him dearly everyday, and he is always in the front of my mind. I have tattoo's in his memory, and everytime I see a tulip, I know he is near. (Tulips was his 'nickname')

I am lucky though. I "have" 8 other children to love and nurture. None of which are my own. I seem to collect them through friendships and I have 1 wonderful step daughter. God has put these children in my life for me to love, because I have so much love to give. Tyler Anthony, Myla, Kenzi, Kayla, Preston, Izzi, Anni, Tyler Micheal, and Joshua... I love them all. And am thankful for them. But to have my baby back in my arms, for only one second....

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Donna Jasons mom on March 07, 2008, 06:49:33 AM
It's been quite a while since I have been on the board but for some reason feeling like I needed to today. 
How do we put into words and introduce our precious children but I will attempt to once again.
My Jason was 24 years old and was carried to Heaven on Dec 14, 2004.  He was killed in a car accident only one mile from our house.  We heard the sirens but never dreamed they were for our baby.
Jason was in school to become an electrician, he was only 5 months shy of graduating and becoming a journeyman.  He was so proud of his accomplishments and I was very proud of him!  He had so many hobbies, he loved snowboarding, his truck, his family and music.  He was and still is the love of my life!  There's just something about that connection between moms and their sons.  I don't know if it was because he was my first child or my only son but their was a special bond between us.  He was very handsome, of course, standing at 6'2 blonde hair, beautiful eyes and a smile that would light up any room when he walked in.  He was a very kind and thoughtful person and is so very deeply missed by so many people that he touched with his life.  There are always so many things that trigger that pain when I see a young man with their hat on backwards, cardharts they just take me right back to that very moment when I learned my Jason was not with me in his physical body anymore.  The one thing I miss the most is his voice, his big hugs and I know this sounds crazy but his toes used to crack when he walked LOL.  As time goes by things to become bareable but your life is so much forever changed and different.  Their are some good times and laughter but their always seems to be this cloud over you that is always there.  I do believe I will see him again and that is the only things that keeps me going on everyday.  I want him to be proud of me and I must try to find my purpose to fulfill on this earth so I can be with him that much sooner!  Until I am with him again he remains forever in my heart!
One day, one moment, one breathe at a time!!!!!!
Donna (Jason's mom)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Nariel on June 25, 2008, 12:56:50 PM
My name is Nariel and I'm new to the list.
I lost my son Edward at the age of 18, to a fatal car accident on August 25th 2007.

It seems I've stumbled through the past 10 months.. most of them, a haze of pain and confusion.. waiting to wake up from this nightmare.. waiting to see him walk in the door and have my life back again.

Edward was a graduate just 90 days before he passed.. he had only moved into his first bachelor pad, two weeks before.  He had a wonderful girlfriend that he simply adored and a little sister who is now 17 yrs old and struggles now.. and won't even attempt to learn to drive a car, though she has had a driver's permit for nearly a year now.

He was a hyper talented drummer and never met an instrument that he couldn't play on first attempt.  He was also a talented mechanic.

He was nearly a genius with an IQ of 135 at the age of 8.

These are the things the world saw and knew of Ed.. but to me.. he was my beating heart.. he was my buddy.. he was all the things in the world that were good to me.. and today.. well.. I struggle to breathe, to move to get up and do anything at all... I survive all right.. he was survived by.... what true language those newspaper articles use...
"survived by..." cause I'm sure not living by any stretch of the imagination... *sigh*

I'm grateful to be here. Thank you for the space and time.
As soon as I figure out how to load a picture of my son.. I will share that with you.

Many blessings,
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: charlesafather on July 25, 2008, 01:55:31 PM
I can not wright about my son's accident again right now, too upset. Just learned to put his picture on my signature, however I will Share this poem I wrote for him ( my first draft.)

                                 Dedicated to my son “ Chad ”

                                           “ MY SON”
                                I miss my son, he was fun
                                     he lost his way ,
                                I feel I wasn’t there
                                so we could talk and enjoy the air
                   We had our times of joy
                                   we had our fights
                                 I tried to help
                                 however I think I gave too much

                                 we fished we camped we played
                                 we cried we argued we fought
                                 we talked or just sat
                                 sometimes we would just take a nap

                                 no matter what we did
                                 we did those things together
                                 I sure miss my son
                                 but he left me his.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: rita-grammy on October 01, 2008, 11:08:44 AM
My Judi Rebecca was born on June 19, 1977 in Colorado. She was such a beautiful little girl with a cute turned up nose and hugh brown eyes. Even as an adult she always called me Mommy the other day I found a mothers card she had made for me years ago, it said I want to grow up to be just like you Mommy, She left three children CJ 12 years old, Angel 10, and Bella 8 years old, she had one older sister, two brothers one older, one younger, he is the one that was closest to her and said he not only lost his sister he lost his best friend also. He calls her his little big sister. My Becca took her own life, They came to tell at 5:00 AM, when that doorbell rang and they told me, she did'nt make it my life as I knew it was forever changed. Even at 31 she loved to play in the snow and seemed to have so much love and happiness in her. I don't know what happened to my Boo that night and I guess I will never really know, why she choose to leave. It is a nightmare, one I wish I could awake up from, and she would tell me " Mommy I would'nt leave you....Not like that. It's so hard but, we all have our beautiful memories. Here is My Becca as a baby.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: momma to 2+ an angel on October 27, 2008, 08:04:47 PM
This is just so hard - I am the proud mom of 2 beautiful kids... met somebody wonderful after an awful relationship with the kids dad and we wanted to grow our family... 18 mos went by and no luck.

Finally in May of this year I found out we were expecting... On Sept. 4th I found out that my baby was "Incompatible With Life" - what an awful way to put it.

He had clusters of cysts on his kidneys, a bloackage in his tubes from his kidneys to his bladder, no function of his bladder basically and there was no amniotic fluid to develop his lungs... I went into labor with him on Sept. 25th and he was born on Sept 28, 2008 at 7:08 PM.  He weighed 1.65 lbs, and was just over 12 inches long... I got to hold him and kiss him and tell him how much I love him because he lived until 9:15 PM... Now I am just so broken that I don't want to be here anymore. 

We have had him cremated and I have only his remains to hold... no baby.  I just don't know what to do -- I really don't.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Brenda Taylors Mom on January 10, 2009, 06:00:43 PM
How very sad.. I'm so deeply sorry. What a precious little angel....
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Kirstin *Joshuas Mum* on May 23, 2009, 07:10:41 PM
Hi all

My name is Kirstin and I live in New Zealand with my husband Jim and earth angel Liam.

My hell began on Valentines Day 2000 when my son went off to a school camp. We had had a massive fight that day because he was taking forever to get ready. I was so angry with him that I didn't give him a kiss goodbye. The last words I said to him while he was walking up the driveway with his Nana was....

"For gods sakes behave yourself"

That night at 9:45pm there was a knock at my door. There stood 2 policemen and another man. They asked to come inside but I had no idea why they would be there. Not for a second did I ever think it would be to tell me what they came to say

"We regret to inform you that your son Joshua drowned today while swimming in the waterhole at the school camp"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it was all said in slow motion. I will never ever again forget that feeling when those words came out of their mouth. I fell to my knees screaming from the pit of my soul. I screamed over and over again I"m so sorry Josh I'm so sorry while I clutched my stomach.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't walk so I crawled to the phone to call my mother. Screaming down the phone all I could say was "He's dead, Joshuas DEAD". My mother thought I had had a bad dream until the policeman took the phone off me.

Our worlds as we knew them ended that day.....It had turned out that Joshua had been one of 59 children who had gone to a dangerous waterhole with only  6 adults. Joshua and another boy Revan drowned under their noses and they didn't even know. They managed for find Revan and air lifted him to hospital where he died several hours later but they had no idea that my son was even missing. The children kept telling them that Josh was missing too and told to go away. THe teacher in charge of the camp didn't even know how many children where on the camp and the head counts all came up with different numbers. The children didn't let up about my precious son until one camp worker asked who this Joshua was. It was 2 hours later that they decided to do a roll call and it was then that they realised that in fact Joshua was missing too. They went back to the water hole and found Josh at the bottom of a 4 metre hole in a fetal position. TWO HOURS LATER!!

Of course the school got away with it and I fought long and hard but to no avail. THe rules about outdoor education in New Zealand are so slack that they are not legally binding therefore they couldn't be charged with negligence. I can't tell you the anger and hell that I went through let alone the guilt of not saying good bye to my son properly. I have had to work long and hard to find any kind of normal again and after 9 long years I finally have.

I miss Joshua with every breathe and will till the day I can be with him again but I have learnt over the years to do what I can to honor his memory. This is what has kept me going along with my son Liam and husband who has been so much support. I met my husband after Joshuas death and he never met him so his support has been amazing.

Liam my other son has had a very hard journey a long the way too but with the love and support of myself and Jim he is also at a better place.

I wanted to come back to webhealing to hopefully use my experiences to help others walk in this new world we live in. Help them learn the new language that we now speak and lift them up when they fall.

Thank you to anyone who has sat through all this....my now life.

love and total understanding to all

Kirstin *Joshuas Mum* forever 11
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: rita-grammy on May 23, 2009, 07:41:24 PM
oh God ...I know that feeling two poicemen at your door...I'm sorry she did'nt make it ....no no God you are mistaken ...not my baby ...not my little girl not my boo..........I have lived in this nightmare for ten months now...

I hope I wake up soon

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: nancy/Patricks mom on June 11, 2009, 07:46:27 PM
nancy/Patricks mom
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     introducing my son
« on: February 16, 2008, 06:51:39 PM » 


My son Johnathan Patrick was born on March 31 1987 and became an angel on December 8 2007. Patrick was a complete joy, even at his most trying times and even when he broke our hearts. Patrick was well liked by his peers, friendly and expressed a kind nature and maturity that few men his age have... the family would jokingly say he was an 'old soul' His introspective nature made him a refreshing converstionlist... his ability to weave a tale(however exaggerated or not) would leave his audience laughing and gasping with shock at the same time.  Patrick's ability to find humor in any situation. His laughter we'll never forget its sound, the way he would step back and toss his head and just laugh. His mannerisms unique only to him. Patrick talked about the future with such promise and optimism he wanted to go to school he wanted to make a differenceHe was honest kind and had respect for other people just for being human.  Unfortunally, like some young people he made poor choices . Choices that in his latter months he regretted. He struggled to overcome his problem and our hearts were crushed when we saw him gain a step then take two back. We all stood beside him and made every attempt to save him from himself. Our lives are forever changed As a family we will find a new 'normal' to live our lives everyday Patrick will always be with us. In my minds eye I see him... handsome, young, and with a life unlived.  Patrick had a drug problem he had been ordering drugs off the internet from foriegn countries xanax to be exact (he also had an oxy cotin addition but he was on methodone for that )he was taking such large amounts that when he ran out he had a grand mol sesior and never came out of it He was walking around talking happy starting to eat dinner when he sat down he had the sesior and never woke up agian he was on life support for four days till there was no brain activity left  he was an organ donor so there are people living today that would not be living if not for him I hope to meet them one day I am not afraid to die now because I know my Patrick will be waiting there for me.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: lloman on June 13, 2009, 05:29:45 PM
My son Franklin died two weeks before his first birthday after an accident at daycare.  It has been four months and we still don't know what happened...just waiting for a slow investigative process.  It is so hard to live without his beautiful smile.
Franklin was born on Feb. 27, 2009 and we were so delighted.  Our first baby!  He never slept much and loved to be walked to sleep.  He started crawling (army crawling) at 15 weeks and started walking at 9 months.  If I had only known he had to get it all in during a very short time.  He was beautiful and happy so happy to play and laugh and dance and make funny noises with his lips.  He gave the best little boy kisses and I miss him so much.  We are just trying to make it but it's hard to WANT to live without him. 
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: jillsmom on June 14, 2009, 12:57:31 PM
I'm so sorry about your little boy. Losing your first child is incredibly hard and lonely. I know; my first child died when she was 7 months old. I hope you will post on the Child Loss board. You'll find so much support for living through the nightmare.
with love, Kay (Jill and Lizzie's mom)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: MARTHA(CANDI'S AUNT) on July 15, 2009, 05:10:08 PM
my niece (CANDIE RENAE SHORT ROSS) BORN AUG.31,1981 & KILLED MAY 13,2005..
 CANDI is my niece. my sister(lisa & her husband todd) daughter.  i was 13 when CANDI was born & i became an aunt then....
i was fortunate enough that they only lived a block from us when CANDI was a baby so i got to babysit a lot.
CANDI has a younger brother(BRIAN-BORN 1984)..
he's a wonderful person also...
CANDI  became a mom at the age of 16 to a son(josh-born-dec.1997)her husbands name is CHARLES.  he's such a good person...... charles is not josh' biological father but has been there since CANDI was pregnant...even though CANDI  was a young mom ,she was a loving & wonderful mom to josh. she finished school & went to college to become a nurse. after she was killed when josh was only 7... his bio. father tried to get custody of him.... but charles still has him.. josh see's his bio. father but he calls charles "dad"..
he's a wonderful dad....
candi was killed on friday may13,2005 after she left josh t-ball game . josh went home with his grandparents that night.  candi was on her way to meet her husband for a cook-out when a 18 yr. old told his 2 friends he was gonna scare them to death & he came over a hill & hit candi head-on killing her instantly...
all 3 in his vehichle lived....
candi was only 23... she loved horses & was a barrel racer.. 9 mo. before her death CANDI 's horse threw her breaking her back parralyzing her from the chest down.

she layed in our cousin's pasture an hr. before being found.. they airlifted her to a dallas,tx. hospital where they did surgery. but didn't think she'd ever walk again...
candi was a nurse.... one mo. after that accident she took her first steps... she walked again, even rode a horse again,also she'd went back to work as a nurse about a mo. before she was killed...

the guy that killed her was charged with manslaughter & was found guilty. the jury gave him 10 yrs. probation.. about a yr. after that they revoked his probation & he's in prison.. there was no alcohol or drug's involved in her being killed...




Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: KerrieP on September 26, 2009, 11:14:15 AM
I'm so sorry for everyone's loss, and I'm so sorry that I am here.

I lost my 7 year old son Dominic one week ago today.  He had a life-long heart condition that we'd been treating well with medication, and most of his life he was able to be active and funloving.  Despite health problems he had a very full life.

But after a week in the ICU with a fever of 105 and other symptoms, Dominic's heart suddenly and unexpectedly gave up and he couldn't be revived.  He is my only son, and I'm devastated.  We haven't had his funeral yet, as they had to do an autopsy on him to determine cause of death.  I don't know where to turn.

Kerrie, Dominic's mum.

Can someone help me post a photo of him please?
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: grainofsand on September 26, 2009, 01:49:15 PM
KerrieP ~

I can help you with your photo posting.  I sent you a PM.
Scroll to the very top of the page...to the upper right you will see:

Hey, KerrieP, you have 1 messages, 1 are new.
Click on the blue '1 message' and it will bring you to your Private Message page so you can read it.

So very sorry about your son Dominic.  You will receive much love and support from this forum.
My heart goes out to you and the rest of your family.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: sheshe1966 on October 28, 2009, 08:32:20 PM
Hi, I am new to this board, I came across it a couple of months ago shortly after my son died.  I have come back several times and read a lot of the posts and I decided to tell you a little about my son.  Nathan was born on June 30, 1989 and took his own life on June 29, 2009 the day before his 20th birthday.  Tomorrow will be 4 months since he passed and I miss him so much it feels like I will never be happy again.  He was a very special child and young man, everyone who met him fell in love with him. The past few days has been harder than normal and I think it is because he has been on my mind more than normal.  I think about him from the time I get up until the time I go to bed.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Luvinmike on October 30, 2009, 04:09:42 PM
Dear sheshe1966;
   I am so sorry for your loss, grief and fear. So very sorry for the loss of Nathan. I hope you will continue to write and share here, in a caring community parents, relatives, and friends. Please post a new topic on the Child Loss board. Please write when you can, our thoughts are with you in these lonely times. "Deep breaths and baby steps."
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: sheshe1966 on October 30, 2009, 06:30:27 PM
Thank you Luvinmike.  Sometimes it feels like everyone dodges the subject of anything to do with Nathan and that everyone has forgotten what happened or wants to forget it.  There are times when I want to talk about him to someone anyone but I feel like noone wants to go there.  I know they love him as I do and are probably afraid it will make me cry but crying is needed, that is healthy.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Erics Mom on December 02, 2009, 05:14:42 PM
Still trying to figure out this updated style.....But I'd love to have Eric's smiling face on this thread...if I can figure out why the picture isn't showing...

Eric was born on December 8, 1973.  I think I always knew he wasn't going to be around a long time.....something just never felt quite right.  But how lucky we were to have him as long as we did......some days I actually believe that and other days I just think it's really crappy that he was taken so soon.

We do have a memorial site for him- that will soon be getting an update as we switch to the MAC world.  Its:  www.eric-pinsky.com

Eric died alone- while driving from his friend's apt. in Durham to his own.  The winding dark roads, fatigue and drinking did him in.....and us.  He was a first year law student at Duke....burning the candle at all ends.  He is so missed and so loved.  And next Tuesday would be his 36th birthday.  Happy, happy birthday, my love!

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Brenda Taylors Mom on December 07, 2009, 05:30:11 PM
I'm so sorry about your Eric.. the pain is like no other. My son Taylor was 14 when he and his best friend Caleb were hit by a speeding car while they were bike riding. Life will never be the same without him.. as I know it isn't for you. I wish I could walk you through posting a picture of Eric, but I have difficulty with it myself. Would love to see him.. Love, Brenda
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: lionness955 on February 27, 2011, 09:21:24 PM
Hello I found this website the other night while I was up crying, trying to find some kind of answer to all the pain I am in.

When I was 20 yrs old I had my son Clayton. I had went in to labor early while I was worried I was secretly happy so I could hurry up and meet my little man. After a short 5 hour labor my little man was laying on my chest sucking on his thumb. He was always a mommas boy, I loved that. Cuddling up together or piling on the couch watching tv. He loved to help me cook or do anything. He was smart and loved computers so he thought he would do that when he went to college. After he got out of high school he worked on the Geek Squad which he liked and seem to excel at. Last week he was sick with strep. He did not go to the Dr right away and it turned in to pneumonia. He was laying down taking a nap and suffered a heart attack that his body could not survive. He was prononced dead at 6:17pm on Feb. 16, 2011. We buried him on Feb. 19, 2011. He was only 20 years old.

I've cried so much, I am mad that such a wonderful young man will never get to grow up. I am mad that he will never get to do the things he planned. People tell me I should be happy for the time I did get to spend with him but I am finding that really hard right now. I want my son here with me.
Honestly, I still do think it is all true. I kow I saw him in the casket, I know I saw him be buried but I think someone made a mistake. I keep checking his obit online and I keep expecting t osee a correction. I go tohis Myspace page and check the last login to see if he has been there.
I miss my baby Clayton...
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: SarahW on March 01, 2011, 05:40:52 PM
Hello I found this website the other night while I was up crying, trying to find some kind of answer to all the pain I am in.

When I was 20 yrs old I had my son Clayton. I had went in to labor early while I was worried I was secretly happy so I could hurry up and meet my little man. After a short 5 hour labor my little man was laying on my chest sucking on his thumb. He was always a mommas boy, I loved that. Cuddling up together or piling on the couch watching tv. He loved to help me cook or do anything. He was smart and loved computers so he thought he would do that when he went to college. After he got out of high school he worked on the Geek Squad which he liked and seem to excel at. Last week he was sick with strep. He did not go to the Dr right away and it turned in to pneumonia. He was laying down taking a nap and suffered a heart attack that his body could not survive. He was prononced dead at 6:17pm on Feb. 16, 2011. We buried him on Feb. 19, 2011. He was only 20 years old.

I've cried so much, I am mad that such a wonderful young man will never get to grow up. I am mad that he will never get to do the things he planned. People tell me I should be happy for the time I did get to spend with him but I am finding that really hard right now. I want my son here with me.
Honestly, I still do think it is all true. I kow I saw him in the casket, I know I saw him be buried but I think someone made a mistake. I keep checking his obit online and I keep expecting t osee a correction. I go tohis Myspace page and check the last login to see if he has been there.
I miss my baby Clayton...

I am so sorry to read about your loss.

I lost my son about a year and a half ago, also to a sudden illness.  He was 29.

I did the exact same things you are doing, those first few months.  I checked his obit all the time.  I checked his email.  I went into his room over and over and over.  I thought of him day and night, and I could not sleep.

The pain was continuous, and unbearable.

Though it has lessened in intensity somewhat, it is all still very terrible.  I cried my eyes out just tonight, because I am having my son's rooms upstairs remodeled and it is all starting to look so very different!  I have to do it for various reasons, but it hurts so much.

I am glad you posted and told us about your precious Clayton.  I know the terrible pain of missing your baby, and my heart is with you.  I appreciate you taking the time to share this; it helps us all to feel less alone.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on March 05, 2011, 09:41:36 AM
(((((((( Clayton's Momma ))))))))

I'm so sorry for your great loss. Welcome to Webhealing where I know you will find comfort and understanding as all here understand, sadly the unbearable pain from losing a child. This is a long journey and we're constantly challenged. We question everything, especially in the beginning because it just doesn't seem possible that this could be real.

Please post, when you're comfortable doing so on the Child Loss Board so that we can all get to know you and your precious Clayton. One day at a time and know that you are not alone, in any of your feelings and there is always someone here to listen.

Sending lots of hugs (((((((((((((((((((((((((Clayton's Momma))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Understanding and so much love,
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Andrews mom on March 11, 2011, 07:55:51 AM
My son Andrew was born on September 17,1985, my third son. He did not have it easy as a child, one brother was 10 yrs. older and my second son is seriously of genius I.q. and bossed him around terribly, always correcting him (pronunciation,etc.). A was very smart on his own but never got along with his brother. On his fifth birthday we were at a country fair exhibiting reptiles along with friends and the kids went to play the children's games; his brother won a plastic plane on a string. Of course the picture showed a child swinging it to make it fly...I said don't do this here, he did and Andrew's eye was cut so badly that after several surgical procedures even Yale New Haven Hosp. Couldn't save his eye. Eventually he was fitted with a prosthetic eye. During all this we became very close. He was attracted to drugs at a very early age, I had him arrested for weed in fifth grade. His probation officer was worse than useless.However Andrew and I shared every musical "like" from classical to 60's, 70's etc. He loved history and broadened my knowledge by watching tv shows, speaking about books etc. Although there were arrests and MANY things stolen from the house, mostly my mom's jewelry, even jail time, Andrew remained my best friend often talking all night together. At 18 he got control of his $90,000 injury settlement. I kept him alive twice with CPR. At 22 1/2 he started shooting drugs (he was getting oxy prescribed due to chronic pain from drug related illness. In Feb. He almost lost his leg and had to be on kidney dialysis, almost died. The hospital stay was 3 1/2 weeks and left him with a permanently disabled left leg..couldn't move it from the knee down, but had a brace to wear and a cane. Also throughout his life, he loved dance...ballet in particular. He was good, began at eight years old, didn't care what the other boys said, got several scholarships to dance programs and got kicked out repeatedly for drug use. The leg injury was critical for him, but he said he could focus on choreography. He saw hism.d. on the morning of Wed. March 25. I left him at home, he wouldn't go with me, at noon, to see my m.d. and get some groceries. At 3:30pm I came home to ambulances, police, etc. And he was cold and still on the living room floor, needle still in his hand. I miss him so much, want him back so badly, I know he did not suicide out; we had plans to go places,etc. I don't know how but some way I feel I could have stopped him and I know I could have saved him had I come directly home, no groceries. Andrew'smom.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: browneyedgirl on March 11, 2011, 10:11:19 AM

I saw this post after I replied to your other post.  I am so sorry, that is so heartbreaking. 

My brother died of an overdose, and we all knew he didn't do it on purpose.......we couldn't stop him with the pills....I kind of look at it like God took away Tony's pain when we couldn't.

I am so sorry.   
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: brownie on March 27, 2011, 07:31:29 PM
 My son Joe was born September 30, 1986. He was 24 years and 13 days old when he passed away, on October 13 2010. He has been gone for 5 months and 14 days now. He was a great kid. He made me proud. Never drank, smoke, or did drugs. He was a hard working young man. Always there when he anyone needed his help. He was a mechanic, in to computers, and always helping his grandma. He was a very hard worker. We lived on my moms farm and helped her with the farm. He is my only son and he has 2 sisters. 1 older and 1 younger. He loved driving and working on the tractor. He loved computers and learning all about them. He also was into electronics and how machines worked. The day he passed he was down in the pasture with his youngest sister and her friends. They decided to go mudding in the creek. He took the tractor down there to pull them out when they got stuck. I came up to the house and then was going to return down there to watch some more. I had went outside and 1 of the boys came racing up to the house real fast and said the ambulance was comeing and I asked why? He said the tractor flipped over on top of joe. My heart went to my throat and I went running down to the pasture screaming. Yelling my sons name. My daughter was crying and screaming and told her friends do not let my mom down her. I hollered and asked if he was still breathing? They said yes. I could not go down there. I wanted to and just lay next to my son and hold him. The ambulance had gotten there and drove down into the pasture. They had to have a helicopter come in and fly him down to the cities. I aske them if he was going to be alright, they said they didn't know. They told me where he was going. My mom was crying and the neighbors were there. We drove down to the cities, I had called my other daughter that lived in Kansas and told her there was an accident with her brother and we were going to the cities. I know in my mind he was gone, but I didn't want to believe it. We had gotten to the hospital and they took us into a room and said Joe did not make it. I fell to the floor. My god not my son. I lost my baby boy on that horrible day. A part of my world just died. When they told me that he did not make it...Them words are etched in my mind...
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: browneyedgirl on March 28, 2011, 02:03:52 PM
Dear Brownie ~

I am so very sorry for the loss of Joe.  How tragic, I am so sorry. 

Welcome.....you will find a comforting, loving word here. 

Please feel free to start a new thread if you like telling us more about Joe.

Sending love and light.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: brownie on March 28, 2011, 02:47:51 PM
Thank you so much browneyedgirl. And your loss also.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on March 28, 2011, 05:29:07 PM
((((( Brownie )))))

I am so deeply sorry you lost your precious Joe and I'd like to Welcome you to Webhealing. Thank You for sharing your story with us. I remember how difficult that was for me, when I first found this wonderful message board many years ago.

I am from the Child Loss Board and came to Webhealing when my son, Jeff of 29 years died. The people here have been a life line to me. In the beginning, I needed to know that I was not alone in any of my feelings and this still remains very important to me.

Please post as often as you like as you can share anything here. No one will be shocked or angry and no one will judge you. We are all in the same boat, so to speak and rowing forward on the most difficult journey we will ever be on in our lifetime.

If you should need any help posting a picture of Joe, when and if you feel up to it, just follow the instructions in this link http://webhealing.com/forums/index.php/topic,16.msg28931.html#msg28931 (http://webhealing.com/forums/index.php/topic,16.msg28931.html#msg28931) on How-To Post a Picture and if you still need help, just contact me and I'll be more than happy to post it for you. In fact, this section is for instructions on how to easily navigate on all of the boards.

Your tragic loss is still so new and the pain so raw. My heart goes out to you. Know you are loved and cared for here.

Whatever you need......


My Love,
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: missing kaiden on October 22, 2011, 09:30:56 AM
Kaiden-Troy Chance Evans July 4, 2011- October 4,2011was a beautiful happy healthy baby boy. He was a happy baby...always laughing and smiling . Bringing joy to everyone around him. My husband  and I fed him and put him to bed at 1:45 am when I woke up at 5:45am he was gone. Part of me is still in denial and the other half is in agony. I can't imagine life without him. My baby boy was.only here for 3 months....I miss him so much
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on October 22, 2011, 06:59:11 PM

(((Eboni))) Thanks for sharing your precious little Kaiden with us, his very brief but very valued life. My heart goes out to both you and your husband during this very difficult time and you both remain in my thoughts and prayers.

I understand when you shared that you couldn't imagine life without him because it takes such a long time to even believe that we will have to live without our babies.

Know you are loved and cared for and amongst those, who like you would give anything to not be joining a support group for the loss of a child, but I am glad that you found us.

Sending Love & Understanding,
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: MyLD on October 02, 2013, 09:02:08 AM
My little Emily Alice, the light of our lives was born on July 10, 1998. We were all so pleasantly surprised to have been gifted a little girl. I have two sons, who are now 18 and 20 years old. The adored their little sister. We have a strong, supportive, loving family - many of whom were at the hospital and able to meet Em shortly after she was born.
Emily brought so much joy to our family. She was the type of person who lived in the now and got joy from whatever she was doing and whoever she was with. She was just so non judgemental and loving. She was the person I wished I could be. Em was a very good student. She was a leader and involved in everything. Her passion from the time she was 7 was to ride horses. She tried her hand at both Western and English style riding - eventually settling on mainly English. She loved jumping her horses. My husband and I are not horse people but were happy to lease a horse and have Emily involved in the lifestyle. In September of last year we bought Emily her own horse and boarded it at the stables she had always been a part of. It was her second home and having her own horse was her dream. They were beautiful together.
Just this June I began to notice that something was up with Em. She seemed preoccupied. I discovered that she was 'cutting'. She told me she did it because she was numb. I got her into counselling quite quickly but thought it might just be a phase she was going through. She was a popular girl but also often drawn to other kids who had problems, she was a helper and very empathetic. Now I see she probably understood them in a different way then what I thought.
Emily's counsellor at Mental Health got her in to a psychiatrist  at our local hospital quickly as she believed that Emily was suffering from clinical depression and that it was serious. He agreed and started her on medication in early July. We spent the summer together in close contact - I was worried and keeping her close and she just seemed to want to spend lots of time together. Now I think that was her gift to us. We went on three holidays this summer and had a great time. She told me she was feeling much better - lighter she said. We returned from our last 10 day trip to our cabin on a Northern Lake on August 21st. We had an amazing trip - Emily had brought a friend with her and there were lots of laughs and days of relaxation. She came home and began excitedly shopping for her new school clothes.
On Saturday, August 24th I got up to run some errands. I was getting ready in the bathroom and Emily had left all of her hair products out. I went into her room to give her heck and instead found her. I screamed for help and unfortunately everyone was home and so not only did my husband and I see her but so did both of her brothers. She had hung herself. I thought I could save her and got her down and gave her mouth to mouth while the boys were calling 911. My husband tells me now that he knew we were much too late. He was right. Emily left several notes. Two for my husband and I, notes for her brothers, notes for her close friends and even a note for her horse. All of them had the same theme - that she loved us all a ton and that she was so sorry. She said she knew she could have come to us but didn't think anyone could fix her brain or her thoughts which were so dark. She encouraged everyone to be kind, to love and to live their lives fully. That may be the part that I now have trouble with.
I miss you Em. I love you Emily...

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: browneyedgirl on October 02, 2013, 07:28:13 PM
My little Emily Alice, the light of our lives was born on July 10, 1998. We were all so pleasantly surprised to have been gifted a little girl. I have two sons, who are now 18 and 20 years old. The adored their little sister. We have a strong, supportive, loving family - many of whom were at the hospital and able to meet Em shortly after she was born.
Emily brought so much joy to our family. She was the type of person who lived in the now and got joy from whatever she was doing and whoever she was with. She was just so non judgemental and loving. She was the person I wished I could be. Em was a very good student. She was a leader and involved in everything. Her passion from the time she was 7 was to ride horses. She tried her hand at both Western and English style riding - eventually settling on mainly English. She loved jumping her horses. My husband and I are not horse people but were happy to lease a horse and have Emily involved in the lifestyle. In September of last year we bought Emily her own horse and boarded it at the stables she had always been a part of. It was her second home and having her own horse was her dream. They were beautiful together.
Just this June I began to notice that something was up with Em. She seemed preoccupied. I discovered that she was 'cutting'. She told me she did it because she was numb. I got her into counselling quite quickly but thought it might just be a phase she was going through. She was a popular girl but also often drawn to other kids who had problems, she was a helper and very empathetic. Now I see she probably understood them in a different way then what I thought.
Emily's counsellor at Mental Health got her in to a psychiatrist  at our local hospital quickly as she believed that Emily was suffering from clinical depression and that it was serious. He agreed and started her on medication in early July. We spent the summer together in close contact - I was worried and keeping her close and she just seemed to want to spend lots of time together. Now I think that was her gift to us. We went on three holidays this summer and had a great time. She told me she was feeling much better - lighter she said. We returned from our last 10 day trip to our cabin on a Northern Lake on August 21st. We had an amazing trip - Emily had brought a friend with her and there were lots of laughs and days of relaxation. She came home and began excitedly shopping for her new school clothes.
On Saturday, August 24th I got up to run some errands. I was getting ready in the bathroom and Emily had left all of her hair products out. I went into her room to give her heck and instead found her. I screamed for help and unfortunately everyone was home and so not only did my husband and I see her but so did both of her brothers. She had hung herself. I thought I could save her and got her down and gave her mouth to mouth while the boys were calling 911. My husband tells me now that he knew we were much too late. He was right. Emily left several notes. Two for my husband and I, notes for her brothers, notes for her close friends and even a note for her horse. All of them had the same theme - that she loved us all a ton and that she was so sorry. She said she knew she could have come to us but didn't think anyone could fix her brain or her thoughts which were so dark. She encouraged everyone to be kind, to love and to live their lives fully. That may be the part that I now have trouble with.
I miss you Em. I love you Emily...


Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on October 02, 2013, 10:00:34 PM

Thank You so much for sharing your :angel11: Emily's :angel11: story. It's never easy to do. And, it was heartbreaking. I'm so sorry.

You have my heart.

(((((((( Emily's Momma ))))))))

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: SarahW on October 07, 2013, 07:53:10 PM
My little Emily Alice, the light of our lives was born on July 10, 1998. We were all so pleasantly surprised to have been gifted a little girl. I have two sons, who are now 18 and 20 years old. The adored their little sister. We have a strong, supportive, loving family - many of whom were at the hospital and able to meet Em shortly after she was born.
Emily brought so much joy to our family. She was the type of person who lived in the now and got joy from whatever she was doing and whoever she was with. She was just so non judgemental and loving. She was the person I wished I could be. Em was a very good student. She was a leader and involved in everything. Her passion from the time she was 7 was to ride horses. She tried her hand at both Western and English style riding - eventually settling on mainly English. She loved jumping her horses. My husband and I are not horse people but were happy to lease a horse and have Emily involved in the lifestyle. In September of last year we bought Emily her own horse and boarded it at the stables she had always been a part of. It was her second home and having her own horse was her dream. They were beautiful together.
Just this June I began to notice that something was up with Em. She seemed preoccupied. I discovered that she was 'cutting'. She told me she did it because she was numb. I got her into counselling quite quickly but thought it might just be a phase she was going through. She was a popular girl but also often drawn to other kids who had problems, she was a helper and very empathetic. Now I see she probably understood them in a different way then what I thought.
Emily's counsellor at Mental Health got her in to a psychiatrist  at our local hospital quickly as she believed that Emily was suffering from clinical depression and that it was serious. He agreed and started her on medication in early July. We spent the summer together in close contact - I was worried and keeping her close and she just seemed to want to spend lots of time together. Now I think that was her gift to us. We went on three holidays this summer and had a great time. She told me she was feeling much better - lighter she said. We returned from our last 10 day trip to our cabin on a Northern Lake on August 21st. We had an amazing trip - Emily had brought a friend with her and there were lots of laughs and days of relaxation. She came home and began excitedly shopping for her new school clothes.
On Saturday, August 24th I got up to run some errands. I was getting ready in the bathroom and Emily had left all of her hair products out. I went into her room to give her heck and instead found her. I screamed for help and unfortunately everyone was home and so not only did my husband and I see her but so did both of her brothers. She had hung herself. I thought I could save her and got her down and gave her mouth to mouth while the boys were calling 911. My husband tells me now that he knew we were much too late. He was right. Emily left several notes. Two for my husband and I, notes for her brothers, notes for her close friends and even a note for her horse. All of them had the same theme - that she loved us all a ton and that she was so sorry. She said she knew she could have come to us but didn't think anyone could fix her brain or her thoughts which were so dark. She encouraged everyone to be kind, to love and to live their lives fully. That may be the part that I now have trouble with.
I miss you Em. I love you Emily...


What a beautiful girl, and what a tragic story.

I am so sorry for your terrible loss.  All of us who have lost a child know how truly horrible your pain, but we know too, that it can be survived.  It takes a lot of time and a lot of tears.  Let yourself grieve and reach out to those who can help.

Nothing will ever make this alright, but know you are not alone in what you are experiencing.  Much love to you.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Zoësmamma222 on December 06, 2014, 05:22:07 AM
My daughter Zoë Raine Galasso was born on February 22, 2000 she was the baby sister to brother Rayden (28 months older) a perfect pairing of siblings who never fought and were always "buddies".  This has been very tough on my boy who at 17 must grieve for his baby sister who left us too early!!

Zoë loved music, art and sports her favorite being soccer.  She loved animals especially her favorite cat Butters.  She loved going to concerts and had just recently seen Jack Johnson at the Gorge in George, Washington with her Dad and brother.  She loved her friends and loved the water.

Marysville High School Shooting Victim Zoe Galasso Remembered ...
www.nbcnews.com/.../marysville-high-school-shooting-victim-zoe-galasso- (http://www.nbcnews.com/.../marysville-high-school-shooting-victim-zoe-galasso-)...
Nov 1, 2014 - Hundreds of mourners gathered Saturday to remember 14-year-old Zoe Galasso, one of the victims of last week's Washington shooting...
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 05, 2015, 04:23:20 PM
My child never got a name until this year.  I can only guess as to it's sex.  My baby never drew breath.   I was going through a terrble loss as it was with the knowlage that my father had been struck with cancer that would take him the same month as my baby. The child's father and I were going through a very difficult time in our relationship and said "If it doesn't kick, it isn't a child".  I was utterly alone in the loss.  We had found out about my dad on the 3rd of May that year.  I found out I was pregnant 4 days later.  My family followed the religious requirements for last rites, and as my father's priest was praying over him... I put my hand on my dad's hand; and my belly.  No one else knew I was pregnant.  It really wasn't the time to tell them that I knew something was wrong with my new baby.  I knew deep inside there was something wrong.  Before I could book an appointment, I found I was discharging terribly, and my cramps were horrible.  Fevers were persistant and I was a complete mess.  My father passed on the 23rd and was due for burial on the 26... his birthday.  I went to the funeral and tried to stand up at the begining of the service but the craps were too severe.  I doubled over in pain and a old friend took me to the hospital.  By 9 pm that night, Taylor was gone before I got to know her. 
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: maggiesmom4life on January 07, 2015, 08:49:49 PM

I'm so very sorry that your baby is not here for you to hug and hold. Please don't ever allow anyone in your life to minimize your loss just because you had a short time with your baby. Youre not only grieving the death of your baby, but also the future that you had planned. Please feel free to message me anytime. I'm Jamie.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 10, 2015, 03:38:37 PM
Thank you for saying those things.  The truth is that so many are surprised when i tell them the time that i had with Taylor.  Some have been awful enough to say "wow, they do abortions at 18 weeks huh?"  All I could do in that situation was to stand with my gape open and shock on my face.  Your kindness is so welcome as the only time I had found comfort was this year when i asked my mom if i could place a name marker near a tree where she had lost her children.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on January 10, 2015, 07:26:46 PM
My child never got a name until this year.  I can only guess as to it's sex.  My baby never drew breath.   I was going through a terrble loss as it was with the knowlage that my father had been struck with cancer that would take him the same month as my baby. The child's father and I were going through a very difficult time in our relationship and said "If it doesn't kick, it isn't a child".  I was utterly alone in the loss.  We had found out about my dad on the 3rd of May that year.  I found out I was pregnant 4 days later.  My family followed the religious requirements for last rites, and as my father's priest was praying over him... I put my hand on my dad's hand; and my belly.  No one else knew I was pregnant.  It really wasn't the time to tell them that I knew something was wrong with my new baby.  I knew deep inside there was something wrong.  Before I could book an appointment, I found I was discharging terribly, and my cramps were horrible.  Fevers were persistant and I was a complete mess.  My father passed on the 23rd and was due for burial on the 26... his birthday.  I went to the funeral and tried to stand up at the begining of the service but the craps were too severe.  I doubled over in pain and a old friend took me to the hospital.  By 9 pm that night, Taylor was gone before I got to know her. 


I am so sorry for the great loss of your precious Taylor. It is heartbreaking to create a beautiful little miracle and then not even get the chance to hold or love your baby. We will remember Taylor here.

I am also sorry your father has died. I'm glad to know that you have your Mom for support and we are here for you, too.

Welcome to Webhealing.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 11, 2015, 08:28:18 AM
I can't tell you how that makes me feel.  To finally be validated for those loses is now making me cry.  not a bad kind tho'.  I don't want to decieve you  either... it has been since 1998 that i've lost these gems from my life.  it is like it is still just yesterday that i had woken up in recovery crying with a nurse saying .. now hush dear.  you are upsetting the other famillies.  (they didn't put me on a different ward, so i was with new breastfeeding mothers and excited famillies coming for visits)
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on January 11, 2015, 01:27:06 PM

I certainly understand when you shared that it still feels like yesterday. Any great loss would. Time has a different meaning when we're grieving....when we're missing someone so very much. I believe that the only way we find peace in our lives after such a loss and begin to heal is by being open and honest, just as you've been. Webhealing is a safe place to do that. Keep posting. It helps, a lot.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 16, 2015, 04:56:04 PM
I find that I'm having such a difficult time these days...
 I obviously have moved forward in so many ways, and still I feel that the raw sorrow is so difficult and contradictory to what is going on in my life currently.
I have had another child after this loss.  Many well meaning people, when I have tried to speak out about my loss to, have said I am being unfair to my child who is here.
 Yet, some days when I do hold my little one (6 yrs old, and special needs)  I wonder what the personality and look of Taylor would have been. 
My husband (we're newlyweds) is tremendously supportive, and again, I feel terrible because I'm feeling down and disconnected because of my losses.  He has held me as close as he can, whispers in my ear that I'm right where I'm supposed to be... but it takes the happiness we are sharing and kinda dampens it and I feel so guilty and confused.  We are so happy, and strong.  When I miss Taylor, I feel like i'm ripping him off from the love I usually am able to share with him.  Like as if, I am doing myself. him and my little one a disservice in the here and now because of the burden and pain of my past. 
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on January 17, 2015, 05:41:28 PM

RoxyRay...I'm sorry you're struggling with so many issues right now. It's always hard but becomes even more difficult nearing their dates such as birth, death, anniversary and any memory that is close to our hearts. I haven't noticed if you posted Taylor's or your Dad's dates yet. I will post them on the calendar for you, if you like and they will always be remembered here on Webhealing.

I think it's normal to imagine what our child would  be like as they grow into adults. I remember always thinking of how my little girl, Michelle would be like as a teenager when my son was in his teens. You'll always think about your precious Taylor and you're so blessed to have another little one to love and to love you. What is your child's name and if you like, tell me a little about her/him.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 20, 2015, 07:43:28 AM
My father's Bday was May 26 1935
His death date was May 23 1998

Taylor was gone on May 23 1998

please do add these gems to the calander.. i appreciate that very much!

My little one is my Lilia.  She is growing leaps and bounds!  She has what is labled in the DSM V as global developmental delay, and mixed expressive and responsive language disorder.. the long way for we don't know.  We are waiting this year for some specialists to help with a DNA test to see if it is a chormasone issue... one that would develope to William's Syndrome. 

She has specialists ect. involved with her since she was 16 months old, as i knew in utero that something was a miss.  She is doing relatively well in a non specialized public school in grade one.  My beautiful cherub! 
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 20, 2015, 07:44:38 AM
ugh the hugeness of the pic  *facepalm*  i so appoligize for that...
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Tom on January 20, 2015, 06:55:20 PM
Not to worry Roxy.  Looks good on my screen.

Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on January 20, 2015, 07:02:39 PM

Hi RoxyRay,

No need to apologize for the size of the pictures though I can tell that you would like to post smaller images. :icon_mrgreen: I use Photobucket. It's a free account and very easy to use. Also, the pictures show up much clearer....no pixels!
I posted these two pictures as an example of the sizes. I usually post using just IMAGE instead of IMG THUMB. You can also edit your pictures on there, add frames and do a lot of other really fun stuff. I enjoy the program and have had it for years.

Your Lilia is just gorgeous and thank you for sharing her with us. You two look so happy, like Momma and child should. She is a precious little cherub for sure.

I'm glad she's doing so well, even with those labels. We all have something that distinguishes us from everyone else. There is a world of love in her eyes....that's what I see. And, love conquers so many obstacles.


This first picture is: IMAGE THUMB

This picture below is: IMAGE
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: RoxyRay on January 26, 2015, 05:02:12 AM
lol  i'm so glad i found this place... thank you so much for the warm welcomes and the help on here!  you guys are very wonderful...  i finally brought my husband to the marker for Taylor.  I got it before we were married and we've just started sharing this topic as openly as we have.  He is so wonderfully supportive. Yet I do feel that somehow, he is not getting the "heart of me"  because i am so early in the truth of my grief over Taylor and my dad.
Title: Re: Introducing Our Precious Children
Post by: Terry on January 28, 2015, 07:59:24 PM

I'm glad to know that you are supported. It all takes time and a lot of patience, on both sides. It's a journey and when we pace ourselves we don't tire so easily.

Always here for you.