Kenneth ( 37)
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Raymond Adam Acevedo (18)
Joey Forester (21)
You left me with
Goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
Well, you were always
Invincible in my eyes
The only thing Against us now is time.
Could it be any harder
To say goodby?
And without you
Could it be any harder
To watch you go?
To face What's true
I lie down and
blind myself with laughter
A quick fix of hope is what I need
And how I wish I could turn back the hours
but I know I just don't have the power
Could it be any harder
To say goodbye?
Without you?
Could it be any harder
To watch you go?
To face What's true?
If I only had one more day,
Well, I'd jump at the chance
We'd drink and we'd dance
And listen close to your every word
As if it's your last, I know it's your last
Cause today OHHHH your gone.
To touch you again
With Life in your hands
IT COULDN'T BE ANY HARDER
Song by The Calling
That is how I feel, I love you my baby son your
my life when you left you took me tooooooo
Love, Mom
Toni Rae Vredenburg (40)
Family picture starting from back row, Lu, Karen, Keith,
Andy Erlach (16)
I am funny and smart.
I wonder how the sky is blue.
I hear the bamboo growing.
I see myself driving a new car.
I want to get out of school.
I am funny and smart.
I pretend to be Batman.
I feel great about being able to float above my friends.
I touch an angel.
I worry about falling to the ground.
I cried when my cat died.
I am funny and smart.
I understand that you can't depend on anything.
I say, "Stuff happens."
I dream I can always do what I want.
I try to always hit a bull's eye.
Andy Erlach
1984-2001
Written June 10, 1999
My dear Andy,
Beneath that big guy that you are is the heart and soul of a gentleness that many people were fortunate enough to see.Oh, if only I could hug you forever and tell you how much you are loved. I have missed you so much.
The last time we talked you had so much to say. We talked about you coming for a visit during spring break, going to Rawhide and spending time in the sunshine by the pool.
Andy, your twinkling blue eyes when you were playing a joke on someone are forever etched in my mind.
Your successes in sports were such a thrill. Remember when you swished the basket from center court when you were only five years old? The crowd gasped!
Remember when you hit a homerun in little league? You hit the ball farther than anyone ever had.
What a great little soccer player you were! You scored a goal from the centerline and amazed everyone.
You always gave it your all.
Sixteen is such a hard age. You can’t see the future and you have forgotten your past successes.
Parents have dreams about what our children will become. Who knows what lay ahead of you, Andy? Now our dreams won’t come true. We will not get to know what you could have become.
Andy, I will never say good-bye to you. Little memories pop up of, “Remember when?” Fishing, tubing on the lake, learning to dive, learning to roller blade, riding your bike, riding your skateboard, playing ball, birthday parties, Christmas…..
I can see you everyday in the laughter of children, the gentleness and playfulness of a kitten, the magnificence of a sunset…..
Andy, you graced our presence for such a short time. The world is sadder without you here. You are in our hearts and minds forever and you are so loved.
You always loved balloons so Adam and I are sending you balloons filled with our love.
Andy, I love you with my whole being.
I will see you later…..
Love, Mom
Jeff (16)
private person and would not talk about my
husband's death, I would find him
in his room holding the laminated copy of his
dad's obituary and just crying
and crying...He would make me leave his room, and
then I would go into my
room and cry for him. I ached for my son and my
daughter that their father
killed himself, and never in a million years did
I think Jeff would
ultimately do the exact same thing. He did the
same thing that forever
changed his, his sister's, and my life forever.
Now, I am Brenda without
Jeff. I want him back.....my every thought is
that I can't believe he did
this, that I wish he had not done this, that I
could have five more minutes
with him (okay, ten), that I could turn back the
clock and bring his dad
back, that I could comfort him and tell him I
would go to any lengths to help
him, that he did not have to do this....Why, Why,
Why....My son shot himself
in his temple at 1:45 a.m., with a 357 Magnum, on
a Saturday night/Sunday
morning, on August 27, 2000, while I was in the
next room. Oh my God, I have
so much to say to him. That night was the only
night he didn't say
"Goodnight Mom, I love you"...He always said
that....always.....One of his
friends told me she always loved how when Jeff
would check in, or for
whatever reason he was calling me, that he always
told me he loved me, no
matter who was around. I loved him so much. I
wonder how I will get
"through" this. I learned so much more about him
through his friends after
his death, and how profound of an impact he has
made on their lives. I was
blessed to be his mom for 16 years, and my prayer
is that I can get through
the horror of his death to remember the joy he
brought to my life. Jeff died
on his sister, Kelly's, 19th birthday (the other
picture). God bless each
and everyone of us "survivors of suicide". I love
you so much, Jeff~I can't
cry hard enough..........
Loving you forever and then one more day,
Brenda
~~~in memory of Jeff Thomas~forever 16~~~
Lisa(16) 02/29/84 - 09/13/00
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