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Tribuite to Eric
TRIBUTE TO ERIC WHO BECAME AN ANGEL AT AGE 28. He would have been 34 on November 19:
We remember ...
1. Your smile and your laughter.
2. Your love of sports.
3. Telling me you were proud that I came to all your practices and games from T-ball through high school baseball.
4. Your taking me to baseball basketball and football games -- just you and me -- as a special treat. You even attended tennis events with me especially the one at which Billie Jean King (my idol) appeared though it wasn't your favorite sport to watch. You just liked to play it.
5. Your friends to whom you were "ring leader" for excursions.
6. Your friends spending the night at our house sleeping on couches and sleeping bags so you could get an early start to Cedar Pointe.
7. The quality of your friends and how I loved that many of them called me "Mom".
8. Taping off the "strike zone" on our metal garage door letting you practice pitching literally for hours at a time.
9. Your being "spoiled rotten" by your brothers and sister and your mutual adoration throughout your life.
10. Your love and lack of fear of water from baths when you were little to the Gulf of Mexico swimming as an adult. This was not always good.
11. Your four special friends from fourth grade on: Tony Larry Andy and you. Through thick and thin friends until death.
12. How proud and happy we all were when you were born and then how supportive everyone was throughout your life regarding your immune deficiency.
13. For the myriad ways you fought your disease from birth on.
14. Your beautiful big blue eyes and deep dimples who everyone embarrassed you with their commenting on them.
15. Your affinity for cats: Stormy Magnificat Cimmaron CATillac Tigger BillyGene and Griffey (named for Ken Griffey) and whom you rescued from a busy road where someone had left him.
16. Your special relationship with your Uncle Meredith and his family.
17. How you loved to play pool with Grandpa Wolf when we came to Knoxville to visit them.
18. The picture of you in your high school baseball uniform that you laid in Granpa's hands in his casket.
19. The pictures I have of just you and me hugging and smiling back at the camera.
20. Golf -- it was so good for you. You couldn't get enough of it and played it several times a week until your date with the angels. In fact the last known picture of you was taken of you and Scott sitting at the clubhouse waiting for a golf tournament you had entered to start.
21. You were so proud of your Walled Lake Central Varsity Jacket with letters in golf baseball and swimming (as the team manager).
22 How your friends came from Detroit to visit you several times. You loved showing them Houston and Galveston. They came seven of them to your fundraiser.
23. How you danced with me at your wedding. Your friends gathered around and hugged us both. Then as I left the floor his friends all started applauding and you said it was for me and you were grinning from ear to ear. What a special moment.
24. As you stood in the church waiting for Jennifer to walk down the aisle you turned looked at me and mouthed "I love you Mom."
25. When you and your friends got too old for trick or treating you didn't miss a beat just started giving halloween parties ... any excuse to dress up and act "silly."
26. Your high school graduation party under a big tent in our back yard and all the scrumptions (catered) food. You and your friends had so much fun ... it was worth all the work!
27. How good you were with all your "cousins by the dozens". They all adored you. Maggie even announced over Christmas dinner one year that she was going to marry you. You said that "would save you a lot of time and money."
28. We remember especially your SOUL. Your GIVING NATURE. Your HELPING ANYONE who needed it which we had no inkling of until your fundraiser when people of all ages came to tell us of things you had done for them and your refusal to accept anything in return.
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Soggy Pillow
Soggy Pillow
Each day is a kindly reminder of my loss. It appears no one recognizes this fact but me. Why does this mother continually remember each expression on his face the quick cut of his eyes the shape of his fingers the cowlick in his hair and the way he said MOM. The memories never end… Each day my loss becomes greater my tears heavier than the day before…The pain easily takes my breath away…and ..yet I still exist. My heart forever broken my dreams forever gone….Yet my life still belongs here. So another day I pretend to be moving forward but my reality is miserable agony. I dress open the door and escape to the world that surrounds me work smile be kind and loving to others…and at the end of each day……………………..my head rests upon my Soggy Pillow.
Debra Wilson Prosise
09/22/2009
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In Loving Memory of Byron
Gone Too Soon
By Shundra
Why did you have to go so far away
There are so many things that I want to say
To make you stop or even turn the other way
It was a very bright but long long day
I'll never forget getting that call
The one that made my beating heart stall
The news we took in just had to be false
Cause you and I had just had a talk
We drove to the hospital and my nightmare came true
I felt all life drain from me while staring at you
As you lay there in that hospital bed
I had nothing to say or nothing to be said
Hours turn into days days into weeks
Everytime I would visit I hoped you'd speak
My friends tried to cheer me up but there wasn't much they could do
Because as I was sitting I could only think of you
I'll never forget the day I walked in
To my parents and it wasn't a grin
They played a good front but I already knew
The lord up above had already started to call you
I grabbed your hand wanting to never let go
It was my way saying I love you so
I kissed your forehead and then your cheek
I felt like my legs were rubber and I felt so weak
As I sat and cried I tried to reason why
Why did this happen to me
And this really can't be
September 20th it will be three years
But I am not gonna sit down and just shed tears
I will cherish the time that my family and I had
Like when you used to make fun of our dad
I feel you watchin over me and I want to make you proud
Your like my own little personal pretty white cloud
I know your up there just sitting and relaxin'
You now get to meet your favorite singer Michael Jackson
I love you in too many thousands of ways
I love you big brother known as Byron Clay.
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In Memory of Eric Wolf
"At last the day comes. It has weighed surprisingly heavier than the other four anniversaries. It is the fifth anniversary of our angel's death. When Eric died his was the achingly wonderful excitingly scary and blindly bright vision of youth. He was 28. He was buried on the first anniversary of his wedding day.
"Eric had a spirit that sustained those of others as well as his own. His smile was pure sunshine on a cold cloudy day. We were blessed to have him for his short 28 years. We were blessed for the wonderful friends he brought into our lives.
"Eric is sadly frozen in time to us. We can never know what might have been. But we are incredibly blessed to have loved him ... and to be loved by him.
Eric you will always be our sunshine; we struggle with keeping that always ahead of us. But you are there ... we know ... and we follow your joy.
With so much love
Mom and Dad Brothers and Sister Grandmother Aunts Uncles Cousins and Friends
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Remembering Colt
Colt
April 1984- June 2006
You are loved and missed by many.
You will be with us always, because you live in our hearts.
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Happy Birthday Clint
Happy Birthday Clint
May 15th You live in my heart
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Happy Birthday Byron!!!!
Happy Birthday!!!
Byron
May 14th You are loved and you are missed.
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In Loving Memory of Wade on his 26th Birthday
In Loving Memory of
Wade Buchanan
On His
26th Birthday
Son of Ruby & Mack
Rutledge, TN
As I continue on this journey of grief,
There are times I still feel no relief.
I stop and think, “Why it’s taking so long.
After all, it is almost 4 years since you’ve been gone."
I know on April Fool’s Day,
I was driving to work and on the way,
listening to K-LOVE Radio when the DJ said, “Hey!
Please call and tell us if there is a
special meaning for the month of April.”
All of a sudden the grief came back so strong.
Your birthday once again, we could not celebrate.
Then all of a sudden The Bang.
I had collided with a truck of steel.
It didn’t even seem real.
I pulled off the road to stop,
got out of my car and called the police.
Thank God, no one was hurt,
but the tears I could not hide.
I felt so broken up on the inside.
The witness had stopped to help
And the story I began to tell.
She told me she knew who I was and then hugged me well.
As the police were writing up the report,
The rain poured down in hard spurts.
To my car I started to go when I was stopped by the gentleman
That I was so thankful I had not hurt.
He looked at me with such compassion
and asked me if I knew Jesus on the inside.
I told him I knew my God, and He had been with me all the way.
He even asked if we could stop and pray.
I said, “Yes, maybe that will take the pain away.”
A friend I felt I had made.One that God’s will had put in my path that day.
The man reached inside his truck,
and pulled out a cassette for me.
He said it was his mother’s song titled,
Thank You Lord For Your Blessing On Me.
It was a song I had sung so many times
in church before, but I hadn’t sung this song since you died
because the feelings it brought up were just too hard to hide.
Now I ponder over this event, I know this accident was meant
just to show me that I am still so very blessed.
And I still have a fine family, even though we are one less.
My counselor and Pastor Mia helped me to see,
even though you are not here in the flesh
you will always be in my heart to rest.
What celebrations in Heaven we will have,
as we are reunited at Heaven’s gates.
There are times I can hardly wait!
Happy 26th Birthday My Precious son,
Forever Missed and Cherished,
Mom and Dad
Family and Friends
April 21, 1983 – July 18, 2009
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In Loving Memory of Cassie Taylor
Cassie Taylor
July 2007
Thank you for your reply and the encouraging words. It helps to know that these feelings are normal. I have attached a picture of Cass. I called her Cass but she preferred Cassie. It was just Cass and her brother Zach who is four years older. They have very different personalities. With Zach, no meant no but with Cass no meant that she had to figure out another way around it. Until they were teenagers, they got along fabulously. Actually, even when they were teenagers they had incredibly touching talks with each other. She adored her older brother.
Cassie was always such an active girl. She was always moving. She loved to be outside when she was a little girl and found bugs fascinating. She would bring the bugs in to show her dad and me. Her dad had to finally show her the ones not to touch because she wasn’t afraid of any of them. Of course, she outgrew that phase. Our house was the gathering spot for the neighborhood kids, friends, nieces and nephews. There were always a lot of kids around. Cass was a bit of a tomboy growing up. Cass played softball and basketball from the time she was little. I remember the neighbor boys would come down to play basketball and if Zach wasn’t home they would play with Cass. She always won! If she wanted to do something, she would practice and practice until she mastered what she was trying to learn. Her softball coach told her one year that she couldn’t pitch. So, every night for two weeks she had her dad out in the backyard practicing pitching. Needless to say, she pitched that year. However, her very favorite position was catching and she was very good at it. She learned to dribble the basketball with both hands when she was little.
I have to say that everyone who really knew Cass loved Cass. She was funny and so quick witted. She was one of those people that there was always a group of people around her laughing. Her grandpa used to call the house and pretend he was a lawyer, salesman, etc. in a disguised voice. It only took a few times for Cass to figure that out. She always knew it was him and had a great one liner for him. He got the biggest kick out of that.
Not quite a year before she passed away, Cass brought home this little female puppy that was so sickly looking. She had saved it from someone who was just going to let it starve to death because she was malformed. She had a split nose and her head weighed more than she did. You could see her little ribs and we thought for sure she was on the verge of death. Her dad and I told her that it probably would have to be put down. She cried and said no we needed to help it. So, of course, we took the dog to the vet. She was so small and malnourished that the vet thought she was a Chihuahua. Well, guess what, she is part pit and boxer. She weighs 20 lbs and is one of the sweetest, brightest little dogs we have ever had. She is healthy and strong. When we look at Mitzi we see the heart of our daughter. She was always helping the unfortunate whether it was people or animals. I bought so many groceries for people in town because she could not stand the thought of someone doing without. This and so much more was my daughter.
Well, Debra, thank you for letting me share Cass with you. I started this letter wondering how to put in words all that she was and not sure where to start. Now, I think I could go on and on. Again, thank you.
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