Angels that walked among us
John Alexander "Bad Dog" McCormack, died on Thursday, March 10, 2011
at Methodist University Hospital after an 18-month battle with leukemia. Bad
dog helped raise money for Children with cancer. He did this while fighting a
battle himself. That made him an angel among us. "Laughter is the best
medicine." He healed us all with his infectious humor. His humor and
spirituality are deeply missed.
Wes was a good friend of mine for several years
before he died a couple of years ago. He was an
amazingly talented and beautiful person while
alive, but I believe he is an angel for me NOW.
have had an unbelievable amount of good fortune,
almost immediately since he has passed.
Everything good that has happened to me runs
parallel to what he knows have been my dreams
and desires. I strongly feel his presence and know
in my heart and soul that he is making sure I am
Mary Elizabeth Saucier Gipson, "Macy"
was my granny, well not by birth. Mom
and she met at work and became instant
best friends. At some point, Macy
became mom to my mom. She adopted
us as her own. She lived the book of
Ruth. She gave food to poor coworkers
when she didn't have it to give. Always
believing her needs would be met. She
took in people who had lost their home.
That's what I call an angel among us.
My late aunt, Juanita, thought that her life didn't matter to many people.
She never had children and had only a handful of friends. When she died all
200 members of her company went to the service. We donated her organs
and she saved 7 lives. Dozens benefited from her gifts. The Gov. Of
Wisconsin gave us this medal on her behalf. I want all of you to know that
the gift of life is the most precious gift you can bestow. We received a
letter from one of her recipients. He promised to take good care of the
Kidney that Nita gave him. That impacted my life knowing that my aunt
saved this young man's life. She never knew how many people she would
affect in a positive way. I know this is what made her an angel among us.
Tom and Evelyn
These are my parents, Tom and Evelyn Kemp. They are both in heaven now but
have left a very important message behind to those they love.
I feel my Dad with me mostly when I am driving I can look up and see on car tags DAD sometimes in front to the side and one passing all in a matter of a minute.
Larry Finch was more than a coach. He was an icon in Memphis. He turned a football town, into a basketball town. He was a mentor to young black men throughout Tennessee. He showed them that YOU CAN no matter what.
YOU CAN succeed. Young boys and men looked to him as a teacher and
friend. That's what made him an angel who walked among us.
Days after his passing - he hung on to life until January of 2000, just to see the new millennium - he appeared to
my oldest daughter in the image you see here: the gorgeous Marine in the middle. But he was 84 when he passed,
and Melissa had never seen this picture. She came to me in the kitchen and said, "Grandpa's in the garage. But
he's a 20-year-old Marine." Dad never grew up, and he passed his unending youthful joy and energy to me. He has
appeared to us several times since. In this life he was charming, the best dressed among men with impeccable
fashion sense - he shopped for me when I was a girl - a talented musician and vocalist by ear, an unlikely Marine
and a whimsical but always successful salesman. A flawless sniper who hated guns. A man who might have lived a
very different identity today, but instead judged no one then, or now. I'm thankful every day that he still walks with
David Michael Benson
David Michael Benson, 43, Manager of Do Sushi, The Beauty Shop Restaurant and Mollie Fontaine
Lounge, passed away April 7, 2011 at The Med after a brief illness. David had been with Karen Carrier's
companies for 15 years. David was preceded in death by his brother, Trey Benson; he is survived by his
parents, Morgan and Dianne Benson of Cordova, his brothers, Peter (Martina) Benson of East Memphis,
Paul (Kelly) Benson of Springdale, AR, his cherished nephews, Morgan, Jacob, Nicholas, his beloved
nieces, Suke, Megan, Maya, Zoey, Kayla and Lulu, his grandmother, Lorada Roberts of Memphis, many
aunts, uncles and cousins. David was a member of Ellendale Baptist Church. David was a beautiful human
being and will be greatly missed by his entire family and anyone who was lucky enough to know him.
My daughter, Kari Anne West,
11-13-77 to 9-17-93. She died in an
auto accident on her way to school.
She was truly an angel among us who
touched the lives of many young
people in a positive way. She lived only
15 short years, but she lived those
years to the fullest.
Thank you for your page giving
tribute to those angels who are no
longer on earth, but will live forever
in our hearts.
Memphis Police Office
"Tim gave money and food and assistance to so many who would have been without. He lived as a bright example of God's compassion. Now he works directly for God
and I'm sure he is very busy."
Larry Collins, he lost his life Saturday Sept 3rd 2011, a robbery suspect fleeing from police wrong way on I-75, Larry was hit head-on by a police cruiser involved in this chase. Larry was a great guy, a business owner and a well respected man, he was a excellent father to his children and will be missed by all who knew him.
Cyril Kudlica was killed by a drunk driver Feb. 27, 1999, he was only 19.
He is survived by his parents and a sister.
Frank (Pop) Roberts is my angel. Cancer
stole him from me in August 2011. He was
only 56 years old. My husband was my rock
and my inspiration. He left me with a huge
hole in my heart and no direction. It wasn't
supposed to happen like this.
Frank was a philosopher, a cosmos
enthusiast and a lover of music. I know he's
with me when one of his favorite songs
comes on the radio. It's as though he were
speaking directly to me. I miss him so.
Counting the days till I see you again baby.
I'll meet you there.
On a cold, rainy Memphis afternoon on
Madison, I watched in awe and admiration
as Keith Ferre took his shoes off and handed
them to a homeless man who was walking
the street in raggedy socks. This was the
kind of man he was and few people knew
this side of him. Keith was my life partner
of 30 years. He died
on the operating table on Dec. 2, 2011.
I love and miss him very much.
My dad was 40 when he and my mom adopted
me at 5 months old. He and mom gave me the
best life one could ever have. My dad was a very
intelligent, brilliant man, he worked for 25 years
as a nuclear engineer at Oak Ridge National
Laboratory. He pretty much put himself through
college, had some funding for college but not a
lot, attending not only Memphis State but
Mississippi State, and Duke. My father took
many business related trips for Oak Ridge and
took us along on a extended trip making a
family vacation out of it also. Was a lot of fun.
Since my brother was older and away at
college, I was the one who would help my dad
when he had to work on the car, and go places
with him that normally the son would go, and
actually enjoyed it. My dad was born May 5th,
1920 here in Memphis. He served in the Army
Air Corp for 4 years from 1942 to 1946. He then
returned to Memphis and joined his father
working in his automotive shop. He wed my
mom on October 16th, 1948. I lost my
wonderful dad April 1st, 2011, at 90 years old,
after a 6 year battle with Alzheimer's which
finally claimed him. It has been a difficult year
for myself and my mom after his death. One I
haven't gotten over yet. You never know how
much you miss someone until they are
permanently gone from your life. Love you dad,
even though you are not with us anymore.
Dale Ray lost his life to cancer at
the age of 52. A great friend, and co-worker. A lot of good times to remember with this guy.
"Les Irwin, another life lost to cancer
too young, we go back 45 years, so
many memories of our friendship." -Anonymous
Adam King, co-founder of Ghost Eye
Paranormal, step-dad to
Christine, Jeanne and Dylan.
Sadly Adam took his own life after a long battle with depression.
May he be remembered by those whom he loved and helped in the paranormal field. Lest we forget, he searched for life after death. He believed it existed.
Rest in Peace Mr.
Whiskers. You will be
Thanks for being in our
"Our Buddy just went to doggie
heaven tonight. He was such a
'brother' since she was 6. Gosh,
there will be a weird quiet in this
house for a while. "
The Conley family will miss their
four legged friend who had
entered into immortality. He was
an important member of the
family and they are comforted
knowing he is now in the
company of angels.
Maurice Brown, Jr.
Murdered by his
father before he had a shot at life.
loved by us.
Aurora Colorado Mass Shooting
Jessica Ghawi, 24, was an aspiring sports journalist described by her mother as an energetic woman, "easy to fall in love with." Ghawi survived shootings at a Toronto
mall last month, and later blogged about the experience:
"I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we
don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath."
Veronica Moser, 6, described as a "vibrant" child who had just learned to swim, was shot along with her mother Ashley Moser in Friday's attack. Ashley Moser remains in
critical condition in the hospital after gunshots to the neck and abdomen. According to the Denver Post, she passes in and out of consciousness asking for Veronica,
unaware of her daughter's death.
John T. Larimer, 27, joined the Navy last year and was stationed at Buckley Air Force Base in Colorado.
"I am incredibly saddened by the loss of Petty Officer John Larimer -- he was an outstanding shipmate," Larimer's commanding officer, Cmdr. Jeffrey Jakuboski, said.
Matthew McQuinn, 27, of St. Paris, Ohio, died after diving on top of his girlfriend Samantha Yowler to shield her from bullets. Yowler and her brother survived the attack.
Recent high school graduate Alexander J. Boik, 18, has been described as "the life of the party." He loved softball, movies and hoped to become an art teacher.
According to his girlfriend, Lasamoa Cross, the pair were secretly engaged.
Jesse E. Childress, 29, was also stationed at Buckley Air Force Base as an Air Force reservist. Childress loved sports, the Denver Broncos, comic books and
superhero movies. According to the Denver Post, Childress had recently named his brand new car the "Batmobile."
Jonathan T. Blunk, 26, also died shielding his girlfriend, Jansen Young, from gunfire, pushing her under a seat while shots were being fired. Formerly in the Navy, Blunk
worked at a hardware store in Colorado at the time of the shooting.
Rebecca Wingo, 32, was working toward an associate of arts degree at the Community College of Aurora. Her father Steve Hernandez wrote on his Facebook page, "I
lost my daughter yesterday to a mad man, my grief right now is inconsolable, I hear she died instantly, without pain, however the pain is unbearable."
Alex M. Sullivan was celebrating his 27th birthday at the time of the attack. He died just two days shy of his first wedding anniversary with his wife Cassie on Sunday.
According to the San Francisco Chronicle, Alex's family has called him their "real life superhero."
Gordon Cowden, 51, went to the midnight showing of "The Dark Knight Rises" with his two teenage children, both of whom survived unharmed.
"He will be remembered for his devotion to his children and for always trying his best to do the right thing, no matter the obstacle," Cowden's family said in a statement.
Micayla Medek, 23, graduated from William C. Hinkley High School in Aurora and had been attending the Community College of Aurora. According to the Los Angeles
Times, Medek was saving up for a trip to India.
A friend described Alexander Teves, 24, as "One of the best men I ever knew. The world isn't as good a place without him." Teves loved Spider-man and his alma mater,
the University of Arizona. He had just earned his master's degree in counseling psychology from the University of Denver.
This is my angel Daniel Kerry Spencer.
Kerry loved life, his five children and family.
He was diagnosed with type I diabetes at 5
year old. Kerry lost his battle with diabetes
on November 12, 2011. Kerry was only 30
years old, he never allowed his disease
control his life. Kerry was very kind hearted
who never met a stranger. He would give
his last dollar to help someone. My son
wrote in his Facebook that I was his hero
when in reality he was my hero. I love my
son and I know he is in heaven watching
over his children and family. Rest in Peace
My Son, Dad loves you.
DENNIE J. WADE, 49, died Monday, August 6, 2012,
after a short illness. Visitation will be at 3 p.m. Friday,
August 10 at Memorial Park Funeral Home with services
following at 4 p.m. Dennie was preceded in death by his
mother, Donna J. Wade, his grandparents, Richard and
Velma Bennett, James William and Nova Wade. He is
survived by his father, Larry E. Wade, (Theresa), step-
sisters, Melissa Combs and Jennifer Brunetz, his loving
Godmother, Jo Ellen Schaeffer Beuhler and her children,
Ashleigh Morgan and Thomas R. Campbell Jr,his aunts,
Nova Sticht (Michael), and Joyce Chushman (Jimmy),
uncles, Tom Wade (Sandra), Trey Wade (Larinda) and
Bobby Wade, Dennie was a well known floral artist in
Memphis for many years. He had been partners in
Flowers and Things, Dennie Wade Florist, and Fine
Gifts, Ramsey’s Flowers, and A Flower Galleria. He did
parties for Prince, Boy George, Madonna, Reba
McIntyre, Bette Midler, Tina Turner, Brooks and Dunn,
former Presidents Bill Clinton, George Bush, Sr, and
George Bush, Jr.
Dennie was proud of overcoming his addiction to crack cocaine.
Beloved owner of Earnestine &
Hazel's in downtown Memphis
Tennessee. Russell was a Memphis
institution, an ambassador if you will.
He could give you the complete
history of Memphis while making
you dinner. His infectious smile and
love of Memphis drew in
customers. His soul drew in friends.
We will always love and miss you.
This is my mother, Jewel
Hancock Stanford, 1912-1995,
as a young woman. Thank
you, Mom, for always being
there for me. I love you and
miss you every day.
Richard C. Peterson
Born 21st, Sept 1957 and got his wings on 05th, Oct 2009.
"Now and forever to my better half.
Knowing you was a blessing but loving
you was an honor and the fulfillment of a
an angel is that he watched over and took
care of those who were less fortunate than
he was and made everyone around him feel
so special and loved. He gave of himself
freely never ever asking for anything in
return. He was a very special man and I
was so blessed and honored to be his wife
and still feel that way even to this day. He
was a friend to all and he never turned
away those who needed him no matter
what. Now that is someone that we should
all model ourselves after."
My Angel is my daddy Robert “Chuck”
Moss. He was taken away from us on May
2, 2011. It was way to soon he was fighting
a infection that they could not find. He was
so young. Its been hard to move passed it,
you could ask anyone in the family. We
love and miss him dearly!
Robert M. Ybarra
Sunrise: September. 20, 1964
Sunset: Mar. 22, 1997
This beautiful young man gave light and love
to everyone he met. He was someone that you
could instantly become close friends with. He
trusted everyone and was loyal to those he
loved. HIV took him away at a point when
treatments were few and far between. Robert
died in his home surrounded by a large and
loving family. I miss you my friend. I know I
will see you again someday.
Memphis musician B.B.
Cunningham scored big with a
classic garage rock song and
toured with Jerry Lee Lewis.
Cunningham co-wrote the 1967 hit
“Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out)” B.B.
Cunningham was working as a
security guard when he was
murdered. His friends and family
and the city of Memphis mourn his
senseless loss. He sings in angel
Sandy Hook Elementary
28: I give them eternal life, and
they shall never perish; no one
will snatch them out of my hand.
29: My Father, who has given
them to me, is greater than all;
no one can snatch them out of my
Born March 1984 Died September 1,
He Was killed on his motorcycle by a
careless driver, but gave the ultimate
gift of life. We don't know when
Bryan registered to be an organ and
tissue donor, but upon his death
saved the lives of 4 people and
improved the quality of countless
others. He is truly a hero!
Bryan was many things, He was an
accomplished Cub Scout and Boy
Scout Receiving the Order of the
Arrow as a Vigil Member and the
Eagle Scout rank. He was an
accomplished Young Brother in the
Order of DeMolay for young men,
and upon the time when he came and
personally get and sign his petition to
join the masonic lodge i did and he
was raised a 3rd degree master
mason in 2010 and also received the
4th-32nd degrees of the Ancient and
Accepted Scottish Rite SJ. He was
majoring Physics and minoring in
philosophy at Southwest Tennessee
Community College. He was
preceded in death by only a month
his half-lab/half-doberman "peanut."
My parents divorced before I was 1. When I was 21 my mother gave me a card. Inside it simply had a Name, address and phone number. Kena. I looked at my crying
mother with confusion. She said “I have waited for your father to tell you but he has not, So I think it’s time you knew. You have an older half sister, named Kena”. I cried,
for a long time. All the feelings of someone missing my whole life were real. The number nor address were her. We tried the next 7 yrs to find her. Finally I did. I went to her
home (6 hours away) the next weekend. We visited and shared pictures. Went to church. Cried and hugged when I left. Over the next year we emailed and talked daily.
Always promising to make time to see each other again. I had a baby. 1 week before my daughters 1st birthday I got a call that changed my life. Her husband simply said
“I just wanted to let you know Kena passed away about 6 hours ago from complications of Kidney stone surgery, She had a massive heart attack in the hospital bathroom
and never was revived again”. So, a few days later I saw my sister for the second time, in her coffin. I miss her daily. Some days I am bitter at God for taking her from me so
soon after we found each other. Most days I am grateful he let me hold her once before he called her home. Kena, you were a beautiful loving sister, mother and wife. Now,
you are my Angel."
2974 people lost their lives on September 11, 2001.
We remember those lost in New York, The Pentagon in Washington DC, and Somerset County Pennsylvania.
My dad was an angel because he was the only one to make me happy. When I was 6, he used to give me ladybird chocolate and ask what my
name was. I replied "Marie Kefer." When he died, lots of ladybirds kept appearing in my garden. He was a good man and well loved. But one day
his greatness fell, it started with his mental health probably because he
divorced. He lead a lonely life until he
died. I am proud of my dad,
to me he has always been
great even the days he wasn't himself and miserable.
I forgave him as it wasn't his
fault. I'll always remember him in better times.
This is my Mom, she passed
away in Sept of 1998. She was
a kind and gentle person with a great
sense of humor and a warm
heart! She helped and fed
many people! She was a
This is Bruce Kevin Clark.
I had known him most of my
life, and we were quite close
when I was about 19 years
old. We lost touch until a few
years ago, when he found
me on Facebook. He sent
me the most lovely letter,
telling me about his life now
(married, kids, in the
army) and telling me how
proud he was of me for who I
had become. He apologized
for hurting my feelings a long
time ago, and even though
that seems like not
much, it meant the world to
me as no one had ever done
that before. We wrote to
each other on Facebook, and
even when he got shipped to
Afghanistan, he always
took time to occasionally
drop me note. I had spoken
to him last on April 25,
2012. He died on April 30,
while on Skype with his wife.
He leaves behind two
small children, a wife, and a
lot of family and friends who
miss him every day.
I met him when I was 10 years old. He worked
with my mother. My parents had
recently divorced and he became my honorary
big brother. He meant the world to
me, and I to him. When I was 12, he moved to las
Vegas, but he sent me pictures,
letters, and packages every day. Before he had
moved he gave me a beautiful
hand carved box to remember him by, I still have
it. No man at that point in my
life had been such a role model, or shown me
such interest. He made my heart
feel important. Again, we lost track of each other
as I grew older and moved
around. In early 2010 I found him on Facebook
and we were both so glad for the
reunion. He was so proud of me and my family,
and I was happy he had finally
found love as well and was engaged. He died
suddenly of a heart attack on Jan. 2, 2011.
"I miss you so much everyday that
goes by. I never told you how much
you meant to me in my life.
My best friend, my mentor, my dad.
You always gave me so much love."
“Any man can be a
Father but it takes
someone special to be a
dad.” -Anne Geddes
Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church Mass Shooting
Hate took you away from us. Love will ensure you are never forgotten.
Chattanooga Mass Shooting
Carson A. Holmquist, 25, Marine Corps Sergeant
Randall Smith, 26, Navy Logistics specialist second class
Thomas J. Sullivan, 40, Marine Corps Gunnery sergeant
Squire K. "Skip" Wells, 21, Marine Corps Lance corporal
David A. Wyatt, 37, Marine Corps Staff sergeant
"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble."
This is my sister, Beverly. She passed
away in July of 2009. She was a caring
and lovely person! She had a contagious
smile and the best personality! She
battled cancer and diabetes during her
time with us. In the late 90's she lost
her legs due to diabetes but stayed
determined and kept going...she was a
Tripod - He was our good boy, he
passed away in June of 2010. He was
friend a person could have! He had
only 3 legs, but you could never tell!
He was a loyal, feisty and loving baby!
These are my angels, I know they
watch over my family and I. I miss
everyday but I know they are much
happier where they are now!
They will forever be missed and never
forgotten! In my heart always and
Heather Marie Smith
July 16 1996
May 12, 2015
Heather was a beautiful old
She had a smile that would
melt your heart and thought
she could fix everyone.
Heather never judged anyone
and saw only the best in
everyone. She always tried
to help people, even when it
caused her pain, she still did
all she could to try to help
them. She loved animals and
was not only my baby but my
best friend. Heather was
taken away from us in a car
Civil Rights Freedom Fighter
Joan Lee Nelson
My best friend, Joan Lee Nelson,
transitioned from mortal to immortal in the fall of 2016.
For those of you who didn't get to
know her, Joan was a civil rights
activist and historian. She paved the
way for so many people at great risk to
her own life. When we met one cold
October night many moons ago,
something clicked. We knew each
other as kindred spirits. She was my
coworker, my best friend, my mentor,
my hero, my mom when mine wasn't
around, my confidant, and one of the
most special humans I've ever known.
Our civil rights work sits in the
Smithsonian and the Library of
Congress, something she was very
proud to accomplish. Her biggest
accomplishment however were her
sons. She loved those boys and was
so proud of who they became.
Gary Fowler from Detroit Michigan, was turned away from 3 hospitals in Detroit after he started experiencing symptoms of Covid-19. He was dismissed at at every turn by doctors who said it was just "bronchitis." Gary died at home in his green recliner. The autopsy showed he indeed did have Covid-19.
He was 56.
Jessica Hope Moffitt, my Granddaughter. Jessica was born Jan. 20, 2003, and she
passed away March 29, 2010. She was only 7 y/o. She had Myotubular Myopathy,
which is a form of Muscular Dystrophy.
Jessica was my 1st Grandchild, so you can only imagine how excited I was. The
day she was born I was in the delivery room with her Mother and Dad. Dara Kelly,
and Hughey Moffitt. I am an RN, so I knew what was going on, and how things were
supposed to be. When Jessica was born, she never did cry when stimulated. That
was enough to tell me something was wrong. I saw the Dr. leave my daughter, and
go to the baby...I was scared. It didn't take long for them to get her intubated, and
on a vent. She was eventually transferred from a Mississippi hospital to LeBonheur
in Memphis. They saved her life! She had a trach, and PEG tube placed, and they
finally after about 2 or 3 months, got her off the vent. She was able to come home.
We were told by numerous physicians that her life expectancy would be about 4
years. Heartbreaking to hear that. She outlived that number by 3 years. Jessica
was never able to speak, or walk, but she could communicate through sign
language. She truly had an impact on a lot of people. Everyone who met her,
loved her! She was very independent, and tried to play with the other children.
I often would be sad at the thought of what she was thinking, like: "I wonder why I
can't talk, walk, and run like they all do." She was very intelligent despite her being
special needs, so I know she wondered. She went through more in her 7 years,
than most will in a lifetime. I can't tell you how much time we were in LeBonheur with
her. We actually felt like permanent fixtures there, and people knew us by name.
When she passed away, I felt like I died with her. She is most certainly an Angel. A
very strong, courageous little girl. The only thing that keeps any of us going, is
knowing we will see her again someday. My daughter grieves for her everyday of
My brother was truly an angel here on
earth. He never had a bad word to say
about anybody and all who knew him,
loved him. By the age of 17 he had
bought my parents a new living room
suit, dining room suit, electric range,
carpeted their house and bought his own
car, which he gave to me when he went
into the Navy. He was always a DJ. All
he ever wanted to be and got to be a
famous one in Charleston, SC before the
Lord called him home. He died in an
automobile accident, killed instantly. A
wonderful brother who would give you
the shirt off his back. This is my angel
who sadly walked among us for such a
short time, 23 years...
Mark took his own exit on November 6, 2005. It was
the most horrible day of my life, beginning with the
police coming to my door early that morning, and the
rest of the day was a blur and a nightmare. He had
gotten divorced, lost his job because he had to
relocate, and maybe there was too much loss for him
to bear. But still I can not fathom it. No one had any
idea he would do something like this. Just didn't. All I
know is he should be here. It should never had
happened. And my heart breaks to this day. In
memory of Mark. For the times you felt alive. Riposa
in pace, fratello. Remember when you were young,
and shone like the sun? Shine on you crazy diamond!
May your spirit soar in freedom
From the fears that gripped so tight.
May you find the peace you searched for
As you wandered, lost, in the night.
May your tortured mind be clear and calm
May you have no need for strength now.
You will never have to worry about another storm.
May the music of the angels
Be the sweet sounds that you hear.
As you’re rocked in Heaven’s cradle
May you never shed another tear.
I love you, I miss you
My little brother…my true friend.
May my love for you reach you
Until we meet again.
Well, here it is again....July 26, and it's the 3rd
anniversary of the worst day of my life. Three years ago,
I came home from work to find my precious daughter had
ended her life. I had talked with her at lunch time, and
she was in good spirits. I had given her some good news
about an upcoming surgery that was to have helped her
condition...her Graves Disease, the root of this last
battle with depression.
Some people have asked if I've ever been angry at her for
this, and the answer is no. I know how long and how hard
she fought the terrible battle with that demon,
depression. In fact, I've often said she was the bravest
person I've ever known, and I don't know how she managed
to fight as long as she did. I can't imagine how it would
feel to wake up each morning, fearful that my meds might
quit working, and I would end up in some psych ward, not
knowing who I was, nor where, or that my "rock". As she
used to refer to me, might die, and what would happen. So,
no...how could I? I absolutely know she would never have
hurt any of us. She was just worn out, and just couldn't
Actually, the fact is that I'm amazed, and very proud of
her accomplishments. When the Graves Disease attacked her
she had...graduated 2nd in her physical therapist
assistant class, first student of the term, passed her
boards the first time, and was working in a nursing care
rehab facility...all after battling Bi-Polar for almost 10
years. Although she never thought she wanted to work with
the elderly, in the end, she had the gift of patience with
them and their needs, loved them and took good care of
them, worried about some of them. I had to caution her not
to worry too much...but, of course, one of the things I
love most about her...that caring spirit.
More than words can say, I miss my sweet Meggie. But, I
would only wish her back, if she could be healthy and
happy. I saw the look of absolute peace on her sweet face.
Her dad saw it too, and I'm sure it was a gift from
God...that we would know that she's free, and in His care,
now. That, along with the wonderful friends He's brought
into my life, brings me much comfort, and helps me make it
from one day to the next.
Every year, I post something about my Megan Lauren, my
sweet baby. It's my way of letting her know how much I
love her, miss her and how proud I am to be her mom. I
thank God every day for that gift. And also, to remind
everyone that life is short, and to take every opportunity
to let the people you care about know how much they mean
to you...to not take anything for granted. And, last but
certainly not least, that God, and love are what get you
through these dark days.
Duty Honor Service
Today we invite you to take a
moment to honor Deputy
Sherry Goodman who was
killed in the line of duty, 19
years ago today.
Deputy Goodman was shot in
the back of the head while
transporting a wanted subject
to jail and died on the scene.
The suspect fled but was later
captured. He is now serving a
life sentence for the murder
of Deputy Goodman.
This occurred in the
Northaven area where a park
now stands in her honor.
This beautiful nurse was taken away from
our world by someone who said he loved
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