We do not die because we have to die, we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary. Antonin Artaud
BRANDON WESLEY SGAGGERO
APRIL 7, 1978 - MARCH 6, 2008
This memorial website was created to remember our dearest son, grandson, brother, uncle, and friend:
Brandon Wesley Sgaggero
who was born in Anchorage, Alaska, on April 7, 1978, and passed away on March 6, 2008, in Funkstown, Maryland.
Brandon, you left behind a multitude of qualities that have come to light since you have left us.
Your "CARPE DIEM" tattoo has found it's way on almost a dozen arms, feet, and bellies because people believed in what you stood for, and what you meant to them while you were alive. "Carpe Diem" represents strength, determination, passion for life and grabbing every possible moment to enjoy what life brings you. You did that. Kellie and I chose a dandelion heart with the weed blowing the seeds toward Heaven. A sign also of determination, as the dandelions grow determined by where the seeds land.
Nobody will argue that your spirit was one that sparked happiness and cheer wherever you were. You got your nephew, Jordan, into trouble every time you saw him by rough housing with him! But he looked forward to seeing you. Your niece, Sydnie, adored you! And Conner and Daniel would have done the same. And now, as of August 23, 2012, you have another little nephew...Bennett Stone. He has something to treasure that belonged to you, something you earned as a soldier. I gave him one of your Good Conduct Medals. I hope that he will look at that one day and use it whenever he needs motivation.
Many people looked to you for guidance because you always showed them what you felt was right for them, the best-what they deserved. You offered to help, and many times, took a slap in the face for it. You hurt when others' hurt, you cried when others' cried. You held a lot in; you didn't want to burden others with your cares. But you did share the important things with us - the things that mattered; the serious side of life, the respectful side, the generous, the giving side. You made us proud as a soldier. Very proud, Brandon. It\'s going to be very hard knowing that while you were in Hawaii for months at a time, we knew you would be coming home to us in several months. This time it is different.
We are all so very grateful to you for sharing your life with us the short 29 years that you were here. I am honored and blessed to have known you for such a short while as my son and my friend. I know someday I will someday spend eternity with you and I look forward to that day.
And for the ones who did not know you very well, they know you now through those of us who did know you. Each one of us learned something from you common to us all. Yet, each one learned something specific to him or her. Many have said that you would have given the shirt off your back to help them in their time of need. Many more have said that you HAD, indeed, given the shirt off your back when they needed it. You seized each day and experienced life, love, sharing, and hurts. You laughed! You made others laugh. Although there will be many tears shed, for every tear shed, is a sign of the depth of the love held. Thank you for your love, your laughter, your friendship, your phone calls, your visits. For just being you.
You will be everywhere I go for the rest of my life. In my heart, in my thoughts, in every memory that I create...you will be a part of it. Know that. We all wait for the day when we will see your smiling face waiting to welcome us at the gate of Heaven, the gracious host that you always were saying, "Hey! Come here!!! Check this out!! I have been waiting to see you."
Dear Lord, we think a mistake's been made
And we feel it's right and proper
To inform you of this error made
And ask you to consider our offer
You see...you took someone from us
Who's too rough around the edges
And would be better off on earth with us
Than up with you in heaven
And it wouldn't be a hardship
For us to take him back
Just send him back to us...safe and sound
And there'll be no questions asked
We're even prepared to list the reasons
That he'd be better off right here
And we're sure when they\\'re considered
Your choice will be quite clear
He's just not ready for heaven yet
Right now he'd find it quite a task
But if you'll give him a few more years
We'll work on fixing that
First, you'll find he prefers a pair of jeans
And well-worn shoes or boots
To whatever it is that you wear up in heaven
Be it robes or business suits
For he's much to hard a worker
To keep clothes pristine...he'd make a fuss!
And though you need hard workers in heaven
He'd still be better off with us
Second, when you consider
The language for which he's known
His colorful words would shock the angels
So you might want to send him home
For though you'd respect that he speaks the truth
And "says things as they are"
Frankly, we need more truth like his here on earth
Heaven is just too far
He doesn't have perfect table manners
He prefers beer to a glass of wine
He's just not ready for your heavenly feasts
His manners aren't that refined
And we realize you appreciate his kindness
And the respect he's rightly earned
From those of us privileged to know him..."
You flew away on Angel wings
When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction... so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.
Henry Ward Beecher
As a mother, I must faithfully, patiently, lovingly and happily do my part-
then quietly wait for God to do His...
Ruth Bell Graham
Everytime I look at you, I can't believe that I had in me all this time the power to create such a perfect child as you. As I hold you close to my heart, I pray that I will be here to see and share all your goals and accomplishments. Never before has life seemed so precious to me. I wish I could bottle this time that we share together.
As I look upon your sleeping, angelic face, I am amazed. I hold you so close that I feel your breath and I desperately hold on to this feeling. When you grow older, perhaps you won't recall how I held you every night until you fell asleep. But, my son, these precious moments I will never forget.
I know that life will hold many triumphs and trials for you. I want to be there to share in your joys and to be your shoulder when you need to cry. I feel such a fierce, overwhelming desire to protect you from all the evils of this world. Sometimes I will hold you a little too tight - forgive me, you are my world.
There are many lessons that I want to teach you. Perhaps the hardest ones will be the ones you learn yourself. I wish that I could learn them for you, for my heart aches at the thought that you may fail at some of life's bittersweet lessons. But, please know, that no matter what, you will always have my unconditional, undying love.
Even if we lived forever, I could not even begin to show you the depth of my love for you. I love you more than life itself and I would give my life for you without a seconds hesitation. Please know that you are and will always be the light of my life. You have made my life complete.
I Love You, Ma
One Small Star
When I need to feel you near me
I stand in this quiet space,
The silver lights of countless stars
fall upon my face.
Though they all burn so brightly
Somehow it comforts me to know
That some who burn the brightest
died an eternity ago.
But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And to help me hold back the dark
Your light still shines in my heart
I'm learning how to live without you
And I never thought I could
And even how to smile again
I never thought I would
And to cherish your hearts memories
that can bring you back tonight.
Some caress me gently
And some cut me like a knife.
But you're light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And to help me hold back the dark
Your light still shines in my heart.
And your soul will be out there somewhere
Beyond the infinity of time
I guess you've found some answers now
I'll have to wait for mine.
And when my light joins with yours one, dear
We'll shine through time and space
And one day fall on a distant place
Upon some strangers face -
But you're light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And to help me hold back the dark
Your light still shines in my heart.
I'M NOT SURE WHEN IT HAPPENED
....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I'm not sure when it happened But I do know that it's real. Somewhere between then and now Something changed the way I feel.
I don't cry every single day But these eyes of mine still cry. And I don't have a need to ask That same old question "why?"
To know he lived a good life Has given me some peace. And I've accepted that he died But his spirit never ceased.
Passing years erased the anger Of loosing what was mine By receiving lots of comfort Knowing that... "it was his time".
The nights have been more gentle. The dawn has turned to day. I've finally embraced this pain That will never go away.
Realizing I can't change things I have buried all my guilt. I've forgiven all the others That didnt know the way I felt.
I've learned to live without him, Just because I've had no choice. His pictures bring me happiness Just like the memory of his voice.
I've heard his laughter in my own Although I thought I never would. I've seen his smile in my own smile Although I thought I never could.
That stabbing pain within my heart Has turned into a dulling ache. The breath I used to gasp for Has quieted to a slower pace.
Those deep dark thoughts that haunted me, The ones of death and fear and time, Have found a special place to hide In the corners of my mind.
I dont know when it happened But I know I\'m glad it did. I have found the "peace in knowing" That he died, but that... HE LIVED!
Christine, Luke's Mom...MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU (Luke Skywalker and Luke, sky... walker)
Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke", October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001, Age 21 Acute Bronchopneumonia Son of Robin and Christine Ross, Brother and Best Friend of Emily Ross
"GRIEF DOESN'T END, IT EVOLVES." ~ Christine Ross
Written by: neil diamond
Where it began I can’t begin to knowin’ But then I know it’s growin’ strong
Was in the spring And spring became the summer Who’d have believed you’d come along
Hands, touchin’ hands Reachin’ out Touchin’ me Touchin’ you
Sweet caroline Good times never seemed so good I’ve been inclined To believe they never would
But now i Look at the night And it don’t seem so lonely We fill it up with only two And when I hurt Hurtin’ runs off my shoulders How can I hurt when I’m with you
Warm, touchin’ warm Reachin’ out Touchin’ me Touchin’ me
Sweet caroline Good times never seemed so good I’ve been inclined To believe they never would Oh, no, no
Sweet caroline Good times never seemed so good I’ve been inclined I believed they never could Sweet caroline
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry You don’t know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions Oh lets go back to the start Running in circles, coming up tails Heads on a silence apart
Nobody said it was easy Oh it’s such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said that it would be this hard Oh take me back to the start I was just guessing at numbers and figures Pulling your puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles, chasing our tails Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy Oh it’s such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I’m going back to the start
Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh (x4)
Out of Breath
I still feel the same Though everything has changed The pain it cost now I feel lost inside of my own name
But I keep running I am running I keep living for the day that I’m with you That I’m with you
The past has left it’s stain Now I feel the shame I’ll seize the day If you take away The chains of yesterday
But I keep running I am running I keep living for the day that I’m with you And I am waiting I am waiting I keep waiting for the day that I’m with you
A new day The sun is shining Seems I’m closer to finding That life is more than where we are No way that I am turning As long as the sun is burning Now it seems that all I want is you
I still feel the same Though everything has changed The pain it cost now I feel lost inside of my own name
But I keep running I am running I keep living for the day that I’m with you An I am waiting I am waiting I keep waiting for the day that I’m with you That I’m with you
"Heaven's train has come 'a callin'
The conductor tells me "time to go"
I hadn't seen it comin'
I wish that I'd a known
Soft smoke is billowin' billowin\' up
The train whistles a fluted sound
And up eternity's track we go
Leavin\' this earthly ground
I'd like to have known my passage was booked
The fare paid...my departure planned
'Cause I was just as surprised as you
When from life-to-death I spanned ..."
"I didn't get the chance to say goodbye
I'm devastated knowing that I won't ever see you again.
I would have done anything I needed to do to keep you here
Right here where you belong
Did you know that your life would take
Such an unexpected path
Did you know that you would be leaving me so soon
Wrenching sobs of sorrow and fears I fear to understand
And bitter though my losing you has been
And so deep is the pain that I bear
I am so much sadder still at no chance for saying goodbye
No final expression of my deep love and care
Yet believing and hoping that you're not too far away
That your Spirit still lingers quite near
I will say my goodbyes forever and always in my words and in my thoughts
believing that each one you'll hear
First, know that you were loved in the truest of ways
So deep that only my heart can give expression
Forever you will be surrounded by my love
For I am blowing it straight up to Heaven
On the fairies of dandelions.
Please know that you'll be cherished by me
For your strength, kindness, and loving heart.
I understand now how your life was a gift
That was meant to bless me forever
And though I, dad, Michael, Matthew, Kellie, Jordan, Sydnie, Conner, Daniel, and Ben will miss you terribly,
We want your Spirit to be free
Free to enjoy all the wonders of Heaven
Not bound to us in our grief.
So watch over us with happiness from Heaven
Enjoy your new life and remember you are loved.!"
Wishing For My Miracle
I've been wishing for my miracle Wishing everyday At times I am still hopeful That one will come my way
Years have slipped away now The love we shared remains Wishing for my miracle... To wash away those chains.
Been captive to such sorrow A world so filled with grief Wishing for my miracle... Longing for relief
I have learned so many lessons Changed in many ways Still wishing for my miracle... to appear on any day
Happiness escapes me Although I hide it well Wishing for my miracle... A wish I never tell
Will wait for you forever For wishes can come true I'll keep wishing for my miracle... Until I'm back with you.
In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies Lyndie copyright August 2009
Light On Sung by David Cook
Never really said too much Afraid it wouldn't be too much Just try to keep my spirits up When there's no point in grieving Doesn't matter anyways Words could never made me stay Words will never take my place When you know I'm leaving
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Something I rely one to get me home One I can feel at night A naked light, a fire to keep me warm Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Even in the daylight, shine on And when it's late at night you can look inside You won't feel so alone.
You know we've been down that road What seems a thousand times before My back to a closing door and my eyes to the seasons That roll out underneath my heels And you don't know how bad it feels To leave the only one that I have ever believed in.
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Something I rely on to get home One I can feel at night A naked light, a fire to keep me warm Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Even in the daylight, shine on And when it's late at night you can look inside You won't feel so alone, ooh, yeah
Sometimes it feels like we've run out of luck When the signal keeps on breaking up When the wires cross in my brain You'll start my heart again When I come along, yeah.
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Something I rely on to get home One I can feel at night A naked light, a fire to keep me warm Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Even in the daylight, shine on And when it's late at night you can look inside You won't feel so alone Try to leave a light on when I'm gone Even in the daylight, shine on And when it's late at night you can look inside You won't feel so alone......
I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart.
The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come.
Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whist...ling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.
We are connected, My child and I, by An invisible cord Not seen by the eye. ... It\'s not like the cord That connects us \'til birth This cord can\'t been seen By any on Earth.
This cord does it\'s work Right from the start. It binds us together Attached to my heart.
I know that it\'s there Though no one can see The invisible cord From my child to me.
The strength of this cord Is hard to describe. It can\'t be destroyed It can\'t be denied.
It\'s stronger than any cord Man could create It withstands the test Can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you\'re not here with me, The cord is still there But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart I am bruised...I am sore, But this cord is my lifeline As never before.
I am thankful that God Connects us this way A mother and child
Death can\'t take it away!
~ author unknown ~ The Evening of March 5, 2011-8:08 p.m. From the NOPE Task Force to me..
When we have done all the work we were sent to do, we are allowed to shed our bodies. which imprisons our soul like a cocoon encloses the butterly and when the time is right we can let go of it. Then we will be free of pain, free of fears and free of worries- free as a beautiful butterly returning home to God...
Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay Renascence
The room is full of you! -- As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick! --
Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed Each other room\'s dear personality. The heavy scent of damp, funereal flowers, -- The very essence, hush-distilled, of Death -- Has strangled that habitual breath of home Whose expiration leaves all houses dead; And wheresoe\'er I look is hideous change. Save here. Here \'twas as if a weed-choked gate Had opened at my touch, and I had stepped Into some long-forgot, enchanted, strange, Sweet garden of a thousand years ago And suddenly thought, "I have been here before!"
You are not here. I know that you are gone, And will not ever enter here again. And yet it seems to me, if I should speak, Your silent step must wake across the hall; If I should turn my head, that your sweet eyes Would kiss me from the door. -- So short a time To teach my life its transposition to This difficult and unaccustomed key! -- The room is as you left it; your last touch -- A thoughtless pressure, knowing not itself As saintly -- hallows now each simple thing; Hallows and glorifies, and glows between The dust\'s grey fingers like a shielded light.
There is your book, just as you laid it down, Face to the table, -- I cannot believe That you are gone! -- Just then it seemed to me You must be here. I almost laughed to think How like reality the dream had been; Yet knew before I laughed, and so was still. That book, outspread, just as you laid it down! Perhaps you thought, "I wonder what comes next, And whether this or this will be the end"; So rose, and left it, thinking to return.
Perhaps that chair, when you arose and passed Out of the room, rocked silently a while Ere it again was still. When you were gone Forever from the room, perhaps that chair, Stirred by your movement, rocked a little while, Silently, to and fro. . .
And here are the last words your fingers wrote, Scrawled in broad characters across a page In this brown book I gave you. Here your hand, Guiding your rapid pen, moved up and down. Here with a looping knot you crossed a "t", And here another like it, just beyond These two eccentric "e\'s". You were so small, And wrote so brave a hand! How strange it seems That of all words these are the words you chose! And yet a simple choice; you did not know You would not write again. If you had known -- But then, it does not matter, -- and indeed If you had known there was so little time You would have dropped your pen and come to me And this page would be empty, and some phrase Other than this would hold my wonder now. Yet, since you could not know, and it befell That these are the last words your fingers wrote, There is a dignity some might not see In this, "I picked the first sweet-pea to-day." To-day! Was there an opening bud beside it You left until to-morrow? -- O my love, The things that withered, -- and you came not back! That day you filled this circle of my arms That now is empty. (O my empty life!) That day -- that day you picked the first sweet-pea, -- And brought it in to show me! I recall With terrible distinctness how the smell Of your cool gardens drifted in with you. I know, you held it up for me to see And flushed because I looked not at the flower, But at your face; and when behind my look You saw such unmistakable intent You laughed and brushed your flower against my lips. (You were the fairest thing God ever made, I think.) And then your hands above my heart Drew down its stem into a fastening, And while your head was bent I kissed your hair. I wonder if you knew. (Beloved hands! Somehow I cannot seem to see them still. Somehow I cannot seem to see the dust In your bright hair.) What is the need of Heaven When earth can be so sweet? -- If only God Had let us love, -- and show the world the way! Strange cancellings must ink th\' eternal books When love-crossed- out will bring the answer right! That first sweet-pea! I wonder where it is. It seems to me I laid it down somewhere, And yet, -- I am not sure. I am not sure, Even, if it was white or pink; for then \'Twas much like any other flower to me, Save that it was the first. I did not know, Then, that it was the last. If I had known -- But then, it does not matter. Strange how few, After all\'s said and done, the things that are Of moment. Few indeed! When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more." There, there it dangles, -- where\'s the little truth That can for long keep footing under that When its slack syllables tighten to a thought? Here, let me write it down! I wish to see Just how a thing like that will look on paper!
"*I had you and I have you now no more*."
O little words, how can you run so straight Across the page, beneath the weight you bear? How can you fall apart, whom such a theme Has bound together, and hereafter aid In trivial expression, that have been So hideously dignified? -- Would God That tearing you apart would tear the thread I strung you on! Would God -- O God, my mind Stretches asunder on this merciless rack Of imagery! O, let me sleep a while! Would I could sleep, and wake to find me back In that sweet summer afternoon with you. Summer? \'Tis summer still by the calendar! How easily could God, if He so willed, Set back the world a little turn or two! Correct its griefs, and bring its joys again!
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move, -- and you be stiff and still! That I could speak, -- and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre. And to-day The shining strip is rent; the exquisite Fine pattern is destroyed; part of your heart Aches in my breast; part of my heart lies chilled In the damp earth with you. I have been torn In two, and suffer for the rest of me. What is my life to me? And what am I To life, -- a ship whose star has guttered out? A Fear that in the deep night starts awake Perpetually, to find its senses strained Against the taut strings of the quivering air, Awaiting the return of some dread chord?
Dark, Dark, is all I find for metaphor; All else were contrast, -- save that contrast\'s wall Is down, and all opposed things flow together Into a vast monotony, where night And day, and frost and thaw, and death and life, Are synonyms. What now -- what now to me Are all the jabbering birds and foolish flowers That clutter up the world? You were my song! Now, let discord scream! You were my flower! Now let the world grow weeds! For I shall not Plant things above your grave -- (the common balm Of the conventional woe for its own wound!) Amid sensations rendered negative By your elimination stands to-day, Certain, unmixed, the element of grief; I sorrow; and I shall not mock my truth With travesties of suffering, nor seek To effigy its incorporeal bulk In little wry-faced images of woe.
I cannot call you back; and I desire No utterance of my immaterial voice. I cannot even turn my face this way Or that, and say, "My face is turned to you"; I know not where you are, I do not know If Heaven hold you or if earth transmute, Body and soul, you into earth again; But this I know: -- not for one second\'s space Shall I insult my sight with visionings Such as the credulous crowd so eager-eyed Beholds, self-conjured, in the empty air. Let the world wail! Let drip its easy tears! My sorrow shall be dumb!
-- What do I say? God! God! -- God pity me! Am I gone mad That I should spit upon a rosary? Am I become so shrunken? Would to God I too might feel that frenzied faith whose touch Makes temporal the most enduring grief; Though it must walk a while, as is its wont, With wild lamenting! Would I too might weep Where weeps the world and hangs its piteous wreaths For its new dead! Not Truth, but Faith, it is That keeps the world alive. If all at once Faith were to slacken, -- that unconscious faith Which must, I know, yet be the corner-stone Of all believing, -- birds now flying fearless Across would drop in terror to the earth; Fishes would drown; and the all-governing reins Would tangle in the frantic hands of God And the worlds gallop headlong to destruction!
O God, I see it now, and my sick brain Staggers and swoons! How often over me Flashes this breathlessness of sudden sight In which I see the universe unrolled Before me like a scroll and read thereon Chaos and Doom, where helpless planets whirl Dizzily round and round and round and round, Like tops across a table, gathering speed With every spin, to waver on the edge One instant -- looking over -- and the next To shudder and lurch forward out of sight --
NEW YEARS EVE \'08 Dear Brandon, This year will soon close. All the memories of 2008 will forever be sealed in that year. It\'s as if part of my life, a big part of my life ended in 2008. I will miss you forever, I will love you forever. I will embrace every opportunity I have to spend time with you in the quiet moments of you and me time. The time when I will contemplate a conversation with you and see where it leads. Just to hear your voice, your remarks, and remember your gestures are so soothing to me in those moments. I hope and pray that 2009 holds many signs from you. Please keep the dimes coming, the MySpace bizarre episodes, and all supernatural surprises that you can dish out. I don\'t ever want to lose touch with you for one moment. Please help explain some unanswered questions we have about you, heal some pains, some hurts--but always know that you are so loved, so missed, and so treasured in our hearts. I love you Brandon. Mom Happy New Years in Heaven 2009
January 27, 2009
Dear Brandon, The beautiful picture which is your default picture is one which Kelly Wenk took on her way to my wedding. It is a rainbow in the shape of a circle in the shape of a circle. Thank you, Brandon. Thank you so much for your blessing. You were very much remembered at my wedding and my reception by all.
February 18, 2009
I am getting ready for the anniversary of your first year in Heaven. It\'s so difficult for me to understand what happened to you, more painful to begin to understand that what happened to you is forever. I just can\'t put the two together. There is no interlocking piece in this horrible unfair puzzle of circumstance. I try to justify it with the last conversations we had, the last emotions you expressed, then what you didn\'t share. But then I realize that rather than expressing what you didn\'t feel, you chose another way to express yourself. And it was an "accident". The definition which I learned according to the medical examiner applies to your death. "A death that results because of a mistake." How easy it seems now, to me, to undue that mistake. How hard it is to hold you in my arms and tell you that it was all going to be okay, just one more time...My mistake that caused your accident.
March 6, 2009 Dear Brandon,
Today marks the one-year anniversary of your death. Everything that I have ever needed to say to you up to recently has always come out with tears. From now on, everything I will need to say to you will come through an awareness that my world still exists without you. I don\'t know what our world considers important or not important, relevant or not relevant to your world and sometimes I cry because of that. Just "being" is all I can do. The person I have become and will be for the rest of my life, I cannot change. Strong, yes. As a result of this circumstance? No. I wish that i could have been made strong in other areas of my life. All I can tell you is this, Brandon. Losing you was losing one-fourth of my heart and my life. Sometimes it is almost crippling for me. I keep telling myself that in your world there are probably a million different ways that angels can communicate thoughts and feelings to ones they love. All I can do to communicate to you is through tears. It\'s hard to breathe sometimes, my child.
An old friend
September 22, 2011
I just learned about Brandon's passing after searching for old high school friends online. I used to work with Brandon's mother at Martins grocery store in Hagerstown, which is how I met Brandon if my memory serves me correct. We hung out quite a few times outside of work and did parties together. What a nice kid he was! It's not easy finding out that an old friend has passed, and my heart goes out to his mother and entire family. I'm sure those who he was much closer with miss him dearly, and I can only hope that in time there will be healing.
November 20, 2010
I served with Brandon in Hawaii in 71st chem i had no idea that he passed away.I have nothing but fond memories of us hanging out and drinking beers together. You were a great guy and it was an honor to serve with you. My deepest condolences to your family i know it has been two years but the pain of losing someone so close to you never truly goes away. I hope you find comfort that he has gone to a better place.
mom 2 Waylon Kitchens
Happy B Day
April 6, 2010
So sorry, Tammie
April 3, 2010
So sorry for your loss of your son, Brandon.
From one parent to another that has lost her son; remembering them within our hearts as we keep their memories alive by sharing our memories of them among others.
YOUR IN MY THOUGHTS BRANDON
January 8, 2010
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