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2016
Bringer of Light Newsletter






SPECIAL EDITION
Welcome to the
BRINGER OF LIGHT NEWSLETTER

Thanks so much for your request to receive the monthly
BRINGER OF LIGHT NEWSLETTER.

THE LAST GOODBYE

This will be the very last BRINGER OF LIGHT NEWSLETTER. There are many reasons why the newsletter will be laid to rest, but I guess most of all, I am very tired. On April 3, Luke will have been gone from this earth for 15 years.... Something I never thought I would still be alive to say. In those early years I truly believed that I would not live very much longer, but here I am 15 years later. There is no explanation as to why I am alive and my son is dead. I have gone over it all, no less than a million times, in my head but the answer is always the same.... There is nothing that I can do about it.

In the past 15 years I have gained so much knowledge that I never wanted to gain. I'm so good at so many things now... like crying, screaming, cursing, hiding, but most of all I have become an expert at living with this unbelievable pain.

I am overwhelmed with sadness but also so happy that I had the privilege of knowing and loving such a wonderful little boy who grew up to be an extraordinary man. I miss my Luke so much...... The pain never ends, the years go on, and time drags and moves like lightning all at the same time. Grief is very mysterious and confusing. I was 47 years old when Luke died, I now am 62. I look in the mirror and I see the age in my face and the sorrow in my eyes. That sparkle I had at 47 has never returned. The years of grief, I feel, have aged me much more than normal. If Luke were here, I would have that sparkle in my eyes, that sparkle that will return when my journey here is done and I see my beloved Luke again. That day is getting closer..... for all of us.

All of you and your wonderful children have been my hope and inspiration for so many years. It has been an honor and a pleasure to get to know you and especially your sweet children. I have been amazed at the sad, sweet, funny, and touching stories that so many of you have shared. I love all of you and I love your children who have touched my heart with comfort and peace at times when I needed it the most.

Thanks to all of you who have participated by sharing your children with all of us. Thanks also to all of you who read the newsletter. I am hoping that through the last, almost six, years some of you were also touched by reading the newsletter and learning about someone elses child. It was always my wish that the newsletter brought comfort and understanding.

All of the submissions that were scheduled for this month and for future months are ALL in this very last newsletter. All of the newsletters from the past six years will always be available on Luke's website. Also all of the Angel Friends pages from the past 13 years can be accessed on Luke's website.

Life is full of changes, and this one is a very big change for me. I will miss all of you and I will never forget your children. I hope that you will think of me and Luke from time to time and remember us in your prayers.

May God be with all of you as you continue on this journey. I'll see you and your children on the other side. MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.....

Love,

Christine, Luke's Mom

© 2016 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001




IN MEMORY OF
Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke"
21
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia



TIRED

I'm so tired of crying
because you're in another place.
I'm so tired of drying
all these tears upon my face.

I'm so tired of denying
that you're gone away from here.
I'm so tired of implying
that your spirit is very near.

I'm so tired of trying
to understand this awful pain.
I'm so tired of occupying
that place that keeps me sane.

I'm so tired of dying
over and over every day.
I'm so tired of sighing
knowing nothing is okay.

I'm so tired of buying
things you'll never get use.
I'm so tired of shying
away from what I know is true.

I'm so tired of prying
for answers from my lonely soul.
I'm so tired of eying
all that used to make me whole.

I'm so tired of lying
to myself to make it through.
I'm so tired of spying
into dreams to hear from you.

I'm so tired of purifying
thoughtless things that others say.
I'm so tired of supplying
no reason why you went away.

I'm so tired of crying
because you're in another place.
I'm so tired of drying
all these tears upon my face.


© 2005 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001



I'M GETTING GOOD

I'm getting good at crying
In the middle of the night.
And I'm getting good at lying
Saying... "Everything's alright".

I'm getting good at listening
When it seems no one is there.
And I'm getting good at wishing
For... no more pain to bear.

I'm getting good at burning
Special candles on his case.
And I'm getting good at yearning
For him to come back to this place.

I'm getting good at missing
All the things he used to say.
And I'm getting good at kissing,
His cold urn throughout the day.

I'm getting good at cussing
Everything that has gone wrong.
And I'm getting good at fussing
Because he's been away too long.

I'm getting good at walking
To the door though he's not there.
And I'm getting good at talking
To what seems to be the air.

I'm getting good at dreaming
That he really didn't die.
And I'm getting good at screaming
His name up into the sky.

I'm getting good at hoping
That my time is over soon.
And I'm getting good at coping
With this open stabbing wound.

I'm getting good at hiding
All this pain within my heart.
And I'm getting good at biding
All this time that we're apart.

I'm getting good at waiting
For his calls that never come.
And I'm getting good at hating
All the things that I've become.

I'm getting good at believing...
That this life on earth is sad.
But I'm getting good at grieving
So... I guess I should be glad.

I'm getting good at knowing
Things don't always turn out right.
But He's getting good at showing
That he's still here in my life.


© 2004 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001



STILL ALIVE

I wish you could have known me
When my son was still alive.
The way I always had a smile
And a sparkle in my eyes.

I wish you could have known me
When my life was full of joy.
Back when I had everything,
Especially my boy.

I wish you could have known me
Before my sweet son died.
I wish I could have known you too
When your child was still alive.


© 2005 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001



Find and be found to discover your.....
BRINGER OF LIGHT.
The name LUCAS means Bringer of Light



GOODBYE MY FRIEND

Oh we never know where life will take us
I know it's just a ride on the wheel
And we never know when death will shake us
And we wonder how it will feel

So goodbye my friend
I know I'll never see you again
But the time together through all the years
Will take away these tears
It's okay now
Goodbye my friend

I've seen a lot things that make me crazy
And I guess I held on to you
We could've run away and left well maybe
But it wasn't time and we both knew

So goodbye my friend
I know I'll never see you again
But the love you gave me through all the years
Will take away these tears
I'm okay now
Goodbye my friend

Life's so fragile and love's so pure
We can't hold on but we try
We watch how quickly it disappears
And we never know why

But I'm okay now
Goodbye my friend
You can go now
Goodbye my friend


~ AS PERFORMED BY: Linda Ronstadt
~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Karla Bonoff



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IN MEMORY OF
Adam R. Fiock
26
July 1, 1981 October 6, 2007
Self inflicted wound
SUBMITTED BY
Christine Adam's M♡M



I love you with my heart (I carry you in my heart) ~ e e cummings

"A child is the only treasure you can take to heaven." "When you love a child"..."you're at the mercy of your heart." After The Storm ( a mystery) Linda Castillo

The heart is the only broken machine that keeps working.




Although I can't watch or listen to the National Anthem, I am very, very proud of my soldier, Adam.

Their mission was military police. Whenever they dropped off guns, he had to chart a way back as to avoid the enemy.

Everyone from his large group >150, came back, which is not the norm.

I know he helps every soldier who passes over.




















IN MEMORY OF
Cerridwyn "Kerry" Maire Ursula Brigid Roseanne Lujan
19 years and 3 days
May 17, 1989 - May 20 2008
Double hit and run

Kerry has a roadside memorial:

PLEASE DRIVE SAFELY
IN MEMORY OF
CERIDWYN
"KERRY" LUJAN




















IN MEMORY OF
Christian Victoria (Chrissie) Carrigan
15 yrs. 22 days
11-14-1986 to 12-06-2001
suicide

One thing that Chrissie always said was "Save the Buffalo's" and Coolies.
Hugs,
Kathie

Mom of Chrissie
11-14-1986 to 12-06-2001





















IN MEMORY OF
Christopher Ronald Faller
7-1/2 years
May 7, 1990 - March 24, 1998
viral tumors after successful piggyback heart transplant
SUBMITTED BY
Maria, Christopher's mommy forever


"Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color." ~ W.S. Merwin

ďGrief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. " ― Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere

"Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color." ~ W.S. Merwin

ďGrief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. " ― Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere

"There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms." -Charlotte BrontŽ

ďThrough you, I will live . . . Though my heart may soon stop beating, I fear not, my darling...Through you, I will live My eyes may soon close forever, but I do not fear the darkness. Through you, I will see I may soon take my final breath, but no sorrow shall accompany it. Through you, I will breathe. You will feel me in the sun that warms your skin, the wind that blows through your hair, and the beating of your heart. I will be with you every step that you take, every dance that you dance, and every tear that you cry. Through you, I will live Love with everything you have...I didnít want to leave you; I did everything I could to stay. Though I will leave this earth in body, my spirit will remain. My heart will still beat, my eyes will still see, and my lungs will still breathe, because through you, I will live.Ē ― Aimee Nicole Walker




When Christopher was in kindergarten, my Aunt Mary invited us to go to lunch one afternoon, along with my Mom. I was driving, and we were on our way to Red Lobster, as that was one of my Aunt Mary's most favorite restaurants. Christopher was all excited, as he loved to have an "eat-out" which was his name for going out to eat. On our way, my Aunt Mary asked me to stop at an ATM machine, so that she could get some money. She always insisted on paying for everyone! So we pulled up to our local bank's drive-thru ATM. I told Christopher that he could use Aunt Mary's card in the machine to get the money. He was in total shock when he put the card in, and the money came down the chute. He exclaimed, "I have to get me one of these cards!" Out of the mouths of babes! I miss Christopher, my Mom and my Aunt Mary, as they are all together in Heaven. I hope that they enjoy many "eat-outs" together!




"Christopher loved building with Legos so much that he was known as 'The LegoKid.' To honor Christopher, the Lego Company has named the figure called Chris Com Link for him. To quote from the letter that the Lego company sent to Christopher's family -- "The guiding principal of our Company since it was founded has always been, 'Only the Best is Good Enough.' Christopher's story is a wonderful testimonial that our efforts are worthwhile. We will explore opportunities to share it with employees throughout the Company. To acknowledge Christopher's special fondness for LEGO products, we will display his photograph in the Maniac Madness section of the July issue of the LEGO Mania Magazine. Also, a new mini-figure character, within the New PossiBuildities section, will be named after Christopher."



Happy Birthday, sweet Angel Christopher,
Twenty-six years ago today
you were sent to us as a special gift,
But we didn't know that you could not stay.

I held you in my arms,
And you held all of our love in your heart.
We only got the chance to hold you for seven short years,
Then our world was torn apart.

I remember your birthday in earlier years,
Filled with joy and not with tears.
With many smiles and laughter too,
Your seven birthdays here we celebrated with you.

But now your birthday is a sad time,
Your laughter we hear no more.
But I know we would see your happy face
If we could see you today through Heaven's door.

So today on your 26th birthday we gather together
With balloons at your final resting place,
And with such sorrow in our hearts
And tears on our faces.

We send up to Heaven
These balloons filled with our love,
And I imagine you reaching down
And catching them in Heaven above.

Today you celebrate another birthday
In that beautiful place called heaven,
But we will always celebrate the day
That God sent us an angel, who sadly is forever seven.

In Loving memory of Christopher Ronald Faller
May 7, 1990 - March 24, 1998
With all of our love on your 25th Birthday,
Mommy, Daddy, Rachel and Mark




















IN MEMORY OF
Christopher Hodge
16
03 09 77-03 03 94
Car Accident


March 8, 2016

My dear fellow bereaved parents. This year marks 22 years since my only child Chris passed in an auto accident. Not a day goes by that I donít think of him or miss him. It seems the longer this grief journey is, the more I long for his presence. When Chris died, my life as I knew it died too. Iíve had to make a new ďnormalĒ to survive. I was 39 years old when I lost him. Iíll be 62 this year. Iím retired now. Chrisí dad will retire in a couple of months too. With Chris dying so young, I did not get to experience him graduating from high school, getting his first job, getting married or having children of his own. I miss him the most during holidays, his birthday & when the school year starts. When I hear a certain song that he liked, it takes my breath away. But I am functioning a whole lot better than I did in the beginning. I can now laugh without feeling guilty & think of all the good times we had together instead of how he died. Although Chris wasnít on this Earth very long, he left a lasting impact on every person he met. I believe one day Iíll be reunited with my beloved Chris. Until that day comes, Iíve made a pledge with him that I would live the best life I can while Iím on this Earth.

With love & care,

Liz Hodge, mother of Christopher Michael Hodge, 3.9.77-3.3.94




















IN MEMORY OF
Courtney Coin
23
07 28 88 - 11 08 11
SUBMITTED BY
Robin Coin

I HAVE SEVERAL MEMORIAL ITEMS FOR COURTNEY.

Necklaces
Car Decal
Headstone
License Plate
Tattoo






















IN MEMORY OF
Daniel Scott Forrester
30
2/28/70 ~ 1/10/01
lymphoma
SUBMITTED BY
Arlene (Danny's Mom)

Danny was born Feb. 28th 1970.

Danny always seemed to be THAT child who would make his family proud. When he was in 3rd grade, and played the LION in the Wizard of Oz (school play), he was fabulous. He played that role with all his heart. He received a standing ovation, with whistles and "hoots" from the audience. WE WERE SO PROUD.

However - my proudest moments - were the things he did when he was ill. One time when he was in the hospital - the lady in the next room was dying, and no one was with her. Danny - in the middle of the night, went and sat with her and held her hand until she took her last breath. (the next day - the nurse told me this). And when Danny was in N.Y.U. Hospital, many times, when I visited him, he would say "Mom, the kid a couple room down is really sick, no family comes to visit him, please go spend some time with him and give him some encouragement". He would always seem to meet a patient that "needed" more then him and did what he could to help. I couldn't have been MORE proud. I'm sure the Lord was proud also.




Shortly after Danny went to Heaven, I started getting undeniable signs. They were meant for ME. When I would tell my son, Eric that I got a sign, he would "pacify" me with a smile and a hug. One day I was opening the mail and I got a card from my sister-in-law, Michele. She was very close to Danny. (N.Y. Port Authority police chief). I opened the card and a mechanical butterfly flew out. It was twisted on a wire so when anyone opened the card it would 'unwind' and "fly" out. As I was opening it, my son came down the stairs - he was going out. I showed him the card and he gave me a hug and left. Several minutes later he came back into the house. "Mom, I never really believed you about Danny sending you signs.....BUT.....I'm believing !!! I just got into my car and started it.....and there's a BUTTERFLY flying around IN my car !!!" How could that be? The windows weren't open. And you JUST showed me that card from Aunt Michele. WEIRD, huh? BUT I'm saying a big "HI" to Danny. " Off he went and I watched him open the door to his car and let the butterfly out.




LUKE ROSS - began his journey to his eternal home. Although I never met Luke here on earth, I have over the years - learned so much about him from his family....he has now become "family" to me. And without a doubt, he is MY son's (Dan Forrester) BEST friend in Heaven. I truly believe they put their heads together and send the most amazing signs to BOTH families. I was fortunate to meet Luke's family. First his Mom, Christine, at one of Karyl's GP retreats in Georgia. We immediately connected and have since visited each other's homes. Her daughter Emily and husband Dave visited us when we were vacationing in Pa. What a joy it was. So we REALLY feel like part of the family. Both our boys passed from this life - the same year. So hard to believe 15 years have passed. I believe they are in Paradise with their Heavenly Father - surrounded by all their loving family & friends that have passed......and their pets (both boys LOVED their pets). So - Luke, we will be thinking of you, as we do every year, and sending you special thoughts, and lighting our "memorial candle" in your honor. Also, sending our "loving thoughts" to Christine & Robin, Emily & Dave. You have so many wonderful memories of Luke. Hold them tight within your hearts. KNOW YOU ARE LOVED.




My birthday is April 5th. Our family always got together on our "birthdays". One year, Danny, who at the time lived in New York City, came home to celebrate my birthday. All the kids were here and every year they all chipped in to get me a gift certificate for my favorite restaurant. I always told them "don't get me anything" I have everything I need. So, that year was no different. They got me the gift certificate. BUT DANNY, being Danny, walked in the house with this HUGE plant (elephant ears). It took up half the living room. No clue how he ever got it in his JEEP CHEROKEE, but he did. All the kids rolled their eyes at their brother who always tried to out-do them. LOL He just "rolled his eyes" right back at them.....and we all had a good laugh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll be thinking of you Danny....on my birthday, and smiling at all your antics which gave us all a laugh. (you are SO loved and missed). Send me a great sign !!! X X X ( ) ( ) ( )




"APRIL SHOWERS BRING MAY FLOWERS"

May the showers in our hearts, bring way
to our "flowers" in Heaven, turning our
tears of grief into smiles of remembering
happy times. Till we see them again.

Thinking of all the grieving parents and
praying this month, when all things "come to life",
our hearts will lighten as we hear the birds singing
and the flowers blooming. God's blessings to all.

Arlene (Danny's Forever Mom)






















IN MEMORY OF
Gerald T. "J.J. Hill Jr.
24
February 10th. 1982-May 28th. 2007
single car accident
SUBMITTED BY
Shelly Davis-Hill



What do you think Heaven is like?

I was brought up Catholic and went to a Catholic School. Need I state more. When my Angel Son, I meet again, I Pray He's the first one I see so I can hold him ever so very tight & never, ever let him go. Never, ever again...

How long has your child been gone physically and how long does it seem like your child has been gone? Explain

My Angel has been an Angel for just Over 91/2 Yrs. but it seems just Like Yesterday & will do so until the Day I Die...

Do you feel as if your child has been forgotten by some family members and friends? Explain

Yes my Angel has been forgotten, not by my immediate family, but by FORMER family like a Sister that didn't Forget about Him but said hurtful words. Word's of the Unimaginable....

Do you think our children that have died miss us? Explain

Yes, I Think Our Angel's Miss us. I can just Feel it & do believe Some even Want Us w/Them as I feel that too. Not by Suicide Neither. I would Never do such a Thing as I know my Angel want's me to Live Life to it's Fullest w/What Yrs. I've Left...

How has the death of your child changed you?

Ha! In All due Respect the Passing of my Angel Son has changed me in so many of a way There's not enough room Here to Document All! Let's just say I will Never,Ever be the Same until the Day I Die. I've always been Overprotective of All 3 of my Children Even More so w/my 2 Earth Angel's Now. At least I'm not Bitter...

How would you define the grief that is felt with the loss of a child?

A changed person in too many ways to state (some negative, some positive), keeping my Angel's memory alive by running a FB grief support group, having a FB page dedicated to my Angel, doing graphics for other Angel parent's on a FB graphic group & so much more..... too numerous to state...

Does your child communicate with you from the other side? Explain

Yes my Angel sure does...... by sign's, thought's, prayer & more.

Did you have a premonition of your child's death? Explain

I Sure did... The night before I couldn't sleep, had a bad headache & stomach ache. Was up ,bright eyed, bushy tailed when my Daughter called me at 5:40 AM. Never gave it a thought that what she was about to tell me could be anything negative especially about her Angel Bro. <3




Oh the day he was born well the night before was a humorous one at that! It was a very wintry evening in February. The Rds. were in terrible shape,we lived in the country w/my In-Law's & the hospital was mile's away in the City. I had gone into labor at about 9:45 pm. I really did't know what natural labor was like because my 1st. child was induced. My labor pain's were down to almost 5 min a part. I'm sitting in a recliner off the kitchen while everyone was staring at me! There was my Husband, Mother-in Law,her best friend & my very young Brother-in Law. My Hubby couldn't drive me to the hospital for obvious reason's so we had to wait for my Father-in-law to get home from work which was the 2nd. shift. He usually arrived home around 12:45 pm. Upon arriving home my Father-in-Law got very nervous,put me in front of the car while my Husband sat in the back. We had to take a major highway to the hospital. Now you know when you're in labor you're going to make some noise. Well w/each contraction I noticed my Father-in-Law would accelerate the gas pedal more & more! I tried not to make any noises but had not choice in the matter. I started thinking why did he put me in the front seat in the beginning which was obviously making it worse for him! After a while it seemed that he was traveling faster w/each noise I made & didn't even seem like we were on the Rd. but flying! Well after arriving at hospital I was 8 centimeter's dilated,about 1 1/2 hrs.later at 3:20 am I gave birth to the most beautiful boy ever! My 1st. baby boy & also the 1st.Grandson! I was so happy that my Father-in-law was there to see him. My Father-in-Law's Birthday was to be the very next day & he said "you couldn't go one more day could you"! I will forever hold this memory in my heart...






















IN MEMORY OF
Michael Schrimpscher
19
10 23 89 - 05 14 09
SUBMITTED BY: Cindy Church


If you could relive one day with your child what day would it be and why?

I would chose Michael's last day, I missed his phone call. I would carry my phone and have it up the loudest it could ring and I would talk to him and get together and walk with him, I would let him know how much he is loved and appreciated. I would ask him if there is anything bothering him. I would ask him if there is something I can do to help. I would hug him and take all of my time for him.

In memory of my Michael Schrimpscher
10/23/89-5/14/09
unplanned Suicide or unproven homicide




















IN MEMORY OF
Randy Reed Hecox
30 Years
1/7/69 to 7/23/99
GSH
SUBMITTED BY
Ali Hecox

Randy has A MO DOT IN HIS MEMORY. i ALSO HAVE MANY STONES IN MY YARD FOR HIM AS WELL AS OTHERS IN MY FAMILY THAT HAS DIED.

ALI




















IN MEMORY OF
Sean Ernest Stenzel
27
3/13/1984 DOD 7/31/2011
Car accident
SUBMITTED BY
Sean's mom Mary


My son, Sean Stenzel, will always be remembered for his beautiful infectious smile. Even after being gone for over 4 1/2 years, people will always comment how much they miss that big beautiful smile. Not only did he have his wonderful smile, he had an awesome personality to go with it. Everyone who met him loved him, and he made a huge impact on his grandparents and great aunts and uncles. He was always so kind to the elderly and always took time to visit with them which left a lasting impression on them. I will always love and miss my "Seane Boy" as grandpa Stenzel first started calling him.




















IN MEMORY OF
Seth Bowden Tidball
19
10/4/89 - 02/24/09
Suicide
SUBMITTED BY
Seth's Mom Bowden Tidball

I was always so proud of my son but when I reflect on the past I believe I could be no more proud as when I would see my son befriend anyone who was lonely, less fortunate. It did not matter if the person was younger than him or older. If they needed a friend, he was it. If they needed clothing, he would give the shirt off his back. If it was their birthday he would take one of his toys and give it to them. I miss him so much and wished he could have seen his own worth. Even when he got a job and started making money, he would treat his friends to dinner.




















IN MEMORY OF
Shannon David Burns
33
1/2/1976 to 10/30/2009
head injury
SUBMITTED BY
Christine (Mom)

I am so blessed to receive signs from my son. He sends me dimes. I find them in unlikely places. They put a smile on my face and I tell him that I love and miss him. We always have butterflies around us in the summer. I tell his 7 yr old son his Dad is stopping by to say Hello. Signs come in all different ways to people. Cherish each and every one you are blessed to receive. My Dad sends me pennies and the red Cardinal that stops by is from my grandmother. At least that is how I choose to interpret them into my life. Missing a loved one is a struggle some days and getting a sign when you need it the most helps heal the heart. I know my heart will never be completely healed but I need that special gift he sends. It does put a smile on my face, if only for a short while. I cherish each and every one of them. I keep all the dimes and Penny's I find in a jar marked blessings from heaven! I hope you are blessed with these gifts as well.




The one funny memory I have of Shannon is the year he dressed up as Santa. He was about 15 and we had family in from out of town. My niece was only about 2 1/2 and had never been to see Santa. So my son decided he was going to dress up and surprise her. If you could only have seen his outfit. The beard was made out of cotton baton and was falling apart as he walked and the suit was a make shift array of red clothes with a black belt. We all giggled as he came down the stairs. But the beauty of it all was my niece. She pushed everyone out of the way and ran to sit on his lap. To her it was magical!

A few years ago my sister sent me that Santa suit and the jingle bells. It brought tears to my eyes. He always had a way of putting a smile on my face and left me with wonderful memories!




When Shannon was in the 6th grade the city had a contest for all students to write an essay on "What Democracy Means To Me". They had 3 winners and he was one of them. We were so proud of this young man and his beliefs. Shanon had a very kind heart and would help anyone in need. This carried on througout his adulthood.

In fact, at his memorial service, we heard many stories of unselfish things he did for others. Like the time he was doing some construction work for a woman whose daughter was battling cancer. Shannon always wore his hair long and pulled back in a ponytail. When he got through work that day, he went and had his hair cut off and donated it to "Locks of Love", which made wigs for those who lost their hair from chemo.

He was a very special young man and set a wonderful example of loving and giving. We try to live our life this way in his honor. This is the lesson he taught us all. I so wish he could have lived a full life her on earth. But we will cherish every moment he graced our lives.




















IN MEMORY OF
Stephen Hasbrouck
29
July 17,1982/November 14,2011
Cardiac arrest
SUBMITTED BY
Maryann Hasbrouck


Shortly after Steve died I was going through his room and collecting many of the text books that he had to donate to someone who could use them some of the books had fallen and were under his desk which is a huge L shaped computer desk .his chair is a rolley chair and at the time I had Lyme disease and joint problems and couldn't bend and such. I was already crying just from picking the books out to begin with,I reached under the desk to get a book and some how fell out of the chair that rolled.I stayed there under his desk ,first of all unable to get up because of my joint pain and I just layed there and cried and cried for many reasons.for some reason I finally looked up to see the underside of the desk There Steve had written I don't know when for whatever reason it said " if you are reading this now,I must be wondering,what the hell are you doing under my desk" I know he wrote this jokingly sometime he just has that kind of sense of humor and did some wacky things.well I started laughing so hard I couldn't stop after I read that,his father who was sitting downstairs asked me what the heck was so funny. Well as usual Steve found a way to make me laugh at this time I felt so sad and was crying.It was just like him to do that So I finally got up from under the desk and felt better as I packed up more of his books.




Question does you child communicate with you from other side

Yes Steve communicates with me in many ways he has come to me in dreams they are visitation not like dream seem real you can touch and feel them. Steve also has communicated with me through songs on the radio that I believe he's played just for me I also for a while would hear his voice in his bedroom which was right across from mine with the bathroom between Sometimes I swore I heard him say goodnight mommy ,or love you mommy like he used to do The first time it happened it was early on and it took me a few minutes to process what I heard I was going from bathroom to my room and I heard goodnight mommy,I said goodnight baby ( like I used to do) I got in my bed and it took a few minutes to register and I jumped out of bed and ran to his room turned on the light looked all over for him I couldn't believe he wasn't there I heard him clear as a bell




















IN MEMORY OF
Tammy Renee Smith
21 years
3/29/1981 - 1/30/2003
murdered

Memorial for Tammy Renee Smith

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IN MEMORY OF
Tracy Elizabeth Pelham
10 yrs
February 24,1965 - July 2, 1975
Car accident
SUBMITTED BY
Mommy

The grief of loosing a child is like a bottomless pit....it just goes on & on. We learn to live with the pain & emptiness of a heart that is unfix able. We go back to the everyday routine, but something is always missing...Some times a couple of days will pass and there are no tears, but just one little thing, a smell, a song, a picture a memory and the flood gates open. I carried Tracy in my body for nine months, now I carry her in my thoughts and always in my heart. My beautiful brown eyed girl, It is with great pride, honor and love to know as....Tracy's mommy oxox




The one memory that comes to mind is the Christmas Eve we were all sleeping, and you came into our bed to say you heard Santa's bells and reindeer feet on the roof. You were so convincing that before long daddy & I swore we also heard Santa on the roof. You were such a sweet, innocent child and a precious gift from God. Every Christmas Eve since you've been gone I still listen for the Santa's bells & reindeer feet on the roof. Love you forever, my sweet Angel Tracy.....mommy


















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I need nothing else." ~ Luke Ross


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