Go ahead and mention my child,The one who died you know. Don't worry about hurting me further, The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying inside.Help me to heal by releasing, The tears that I try to hide.I'm hurting when you keep silent, pretending He doesn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child, knowing that He has been missed.You asked me how I was doing. I say"pretty good" or " fine". But healing is something on going. I feelit will take a life time.-Elizabeth Dent
I have so many memories of Sean that it is hard to pick one....from going to church together, to attending school and living up the street from each other on 88th. Sean was like a brother to me which I had to explain to my husband the first time they met because doing as we always do we greeted each other with a kiss on the lips. I will always remember his smile, racing each other up and down the street, singing in the choir together or just simply beating up on each other. A great person was taken from on that day and he is truly missed.
when I gave Birth to our daughter Zariah I was nervous, but sean held my hand and told me he loved me and that we were going to get through this. he always had a way of making kme feel as though everything was going to be alright.
He slid down the apt. stairs tore his ear, we had to go to the Dr. and get stitches and he was excited abouts his stitches, he showed everyone and he never cryed. I did, i was scared.
kids,fiancee ,siser and kids, pops, friends, brothers, nephews and nieces and aunts and uncles and granny!!!