You are invited to Shane Memorial website created by me, his Mom, DJ Sweatt French. The addy is http:www.//lighthouse4jesus.com
Shane is the son of Donna French and Ronald A. Short. He was shot and killed at age 22. No justice has ever been served. His grandparents was the late Roy L. Sweatt and Berlene Passmore Sweatt Price and the late Homer and Juanita Short.One brother, Brian Shawn Short
Shane was raised by me, his Mom all of his life. His dad chose not to pay child support and I decided not to ever try to procecute him or make him pay it. Though it hurt Shane some that his dad didnt, he would tell me that he had the best childhood ever in life and in his poems he wrote of his childhood. I always said if his dad could live with himself, knowing that he didnt contribute to the support of his only 2 sons, then I could live without the money and make it by ourselves. We had a great life, nice homes, cars, etc though I had to work many double shifts to make it. I made excellent money dealing cards, always averaging at least a thousand dollars a week. It hurt that their Dad never even called them on their birthdays, etc but it must not bother him cause he only lives maybe a mile from Shawn, his only living son now, and he still doesnt call him? He justifies this by saying Shawn doesnt call him? Well, he's the father and supposedly the adult, so he should be the one reaching out since he never has before? Shane was a very exceptional young man, with an "old soul". always seeming way mature for his young life. His poetry and stories show this maturity. I think he was born with this old soul, knowing much more than a baby knows at birth. All of his firsts was at a very young age, walked at 9 months, potty trained at 1 yr, even potty trained his brother, Shawn, who was only 1 yr and 1 day younger than him. Shawn says that Shane wasnt just his brother but his dad, his mentor, boss and best friend.There was such a great love and bond between me and my two sons and will always be . Shane & I could talk for hours on end about anything and everything. Though they had two half sisters from their dad, they were never close to either, nor ever really wanted to be close to them. It was always us, the 3 muskateers. We always had each other's backs and will continue to be this way even thru death of our precious Shane. He was and is the joy of my life, both of my sons are and will forever be. I can look in the mirror each morning with the assurance that I did everything possible for both of my sons, mentally, physically, emotional and finacially, no guilt at all about any of this. I am so thankful that the last words spoken between me and Shane that nite was as I was leaving, after taking him grocery shopping for the food to prepare for the candle light dinner he had planned, he said are you gone Mom? I replied, yes, I love you, he replied love you more, I replied, love you to eterniry and he replied with love you to infinity. This was a game we had played all of his life, sometimes, making up words that really didnt even exist and explaining them. As I was getting into my car, I heard him yell something and looked up and saw him standing in the window, laughing that one of a kind laugh that he had. He yelled love ya Mom and I said love ya always Shane. That was the last time I saw my baby alive. He will always be my heart. I love and miss him more with each day that goes by. I read these grief support books that say time heals, absence helps, etc, etc? I dont think any of these authors have ever buried a child of their own? If they had, they couldnt say this cause it isnt true. The pain doesnt lessen, the hurt never goes away and the smothering in your heart is always there. You are NEVER the same,ever again for part of you is buried and taken with them until you are reunited in heaven one day.
If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know so I can either get their permission to use this or remove it, whichever they choose. It is not my intention to infringe upon any copyright laws. I write poetry also and try my best to find the authors to obtain permission and always keep their copyrights intact if I can find the author. In this case, I couldnt find the author , so, please let me know if you are aware of who wrote this. I know they must have lost a child cause this is so very true, GBU, DJ
Forever Changed----Can you see the change in me?
It may not be so obvious to you.
I participate in family activities.
I attend family reunions.
I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore.
But I do cry!
When everyone has gone-when it is safe-
the tears fall.
I cry in privacy so my family won't worry.
I cry until I am exhausted & can finally sleep.
You tell me you admire my strength & my positive attitude.
But I am not strong.
I feel that I have lost control,& I panic when
I think about tomorrow...next week...next year.
I go about the routine of my job.
I complete my assigned tasks.
I drink coffee & smile.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm over the death
of my loved one.
But I'm not "over it!"
If I ever get over it, I will be the same
as before my loved one died.
I will NEVER be the same!
At times I think I am beginning to heal,
but the pain of losing someone I loved so much
has left a permanent scar on my heart.
I visit my neighbors.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm holding up so well.
But I'm not holding up well.
Sometimes I want to lock the door & hide from the world.
I spend time with my friends.
I appear calm & collected.
I smile when appropiate.
You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self."
but I will NEVER be back to my "old self."
Death & Grief have touched my life,
and I am FOREVER CHANGED!
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
Shane is the son of Donna French and Ronald A. Short. He was shot and killed at age 22. No justice has ever been served. His grandparents was the late Roy L. Sweatt and Berlene Passmore Sweatt Price and the late Homer and Juanita Short.One brother, Brian Shawn Short
Shane was raised by me, his Mom all of his life. His dad chose not to pay child support and I decided not to ever try to procecute him or make him pay it. Though it hurt Shane some that his dad didnt, he would tell me that he had the best childhood ever in life and in his poems he wrote of his childhood. I always said if his dad could live with himself, knowing that he didnt contribute to the support of his only 2 sons, then I could live without the money and make it by ourselves. We had a great life, nice homes, cars, etc though I had to work many double shifts to make it. I made excellent money dealing cards, always averaging at least a thousand dollars a week. It hurt that their Dad never even called them on their birthdays, etc but it must not bother him cause he only lives maybe a mile from Shawn, his only living son now, and he still doesnt call him? He justifies this by saying Shawn doesnt call him? Well, he's the father and supposedly the adult, so he should be the one reaching out since he never has before? Shane was a very exceptional young man, with an "old soul". always seeming way mature for his young life. His poetry and stories show this maturity. I think he was born with this old soul, knowing much more than a baby knows at birth. All of his firsts was at a very young age, walked at 9 months, potty trained at 1 yr, even potty trained his brother, Shawn, who was only 1 yr and 1 day younger than him. Shawn says that Shane wasnt just his brother but his dad, his mentor, boss and best friend.There was such a great love and bond between me and my two sons and will always be . Shane & I could talk for hours on end about anything and everything. Though they had two half sisters from their dad, they were never close to either, nor ever really wanted to be close to them. It was always us, the 3 muskateers. We always had each other's backs and will continue to be this way even thru death of our precious Shane. He was and is the joy of my life, both of my sons are and will forever be. I can look in the mirror each morning with the assurance that I did everything possible for both of my sons, mentally, physically, emotional and finacially, no guilt at all about any of this. I am so thankful that the last words spoken between me and Shane that nite was as I was leaving, after taking him grocery shopping for the food to prepare for the candle light dinner he had planned, he said are you gone Mom? I replied, yes, I love you, he replied love you more, I replied, love you to eterniry and he replied with love you to infinity. This was a game we had played all of his life, sometimes, making up words that really didnt even exist and explaining them. As I was getting into my car, I heard him yell something and looked up and saw him standing in the window, laughing that one of a kind laugh that he had. He yelled love ya Mom and I said love ya always Shane. That was the last time I saw my baby alive. He will always be my heart. I love and miss him more with each day that goes by. I read these grief support books that say time heals, absence helps, etc, etc? I dont think any of these authors have ever buried a child of their own? If they had, they couldnt say this cause it isnt true. The pain doesnt lessen, the hurt never goes away and the smothering in your heart is always there. You are NEVER the same,ever again for part of you is buried and taken with them until you are reunited in heaven one day.
If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know so I can either get their permission to use this or remove it, whichever they choose. It is not my intention to infringe upon any copyright laws. I write poetry also and try my best to find the authors to obtain permission and always keep their copyrights intact if I can find the author. In this case, I couldnt find the author , so, please let me know if you are aware of who wrote this. I know they must have lost a child cause this is so very true, GBU, DJ
Forever Changed----Can you see the change in me?
It may not be so obvious to you.
I participate in family activities.
I attend family reunions.
I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore.
But I do cry!
When everyone has gone-when it is safe-
the tears fall.
I cry in privacy so my family won't worry.
I cry until I am exhausted & can finally sleep.
You tell me you admire my strength & my positive attitude.
But I am not strong.
I feel that I have lost control,& I panic when
I think about tomorrow...next week...next year.
I go about the routine of my job.
I complete my assigned tasks.
I drink coffee & smile.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm over the death
of my loved one.
But I'm not "over it!"
If I ever get over it, I will be the same
as before my loved one died.
I will NEVER be the same!
At times I think I am beginning to heal,
but the pain of losing someone I loved so much
has left a permanent scar on my heart.
I visit my neighbors.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm holding up so well.
But I'm not holding up well.
Sometimes I want to lock the door & hide from the world.
I spend time with my friends.
I appear calm & collected.
I smile when appropiate.
You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self."
but I will NEVER be back to my "old self."
Death & Grief have touched my life,
and I am FOREVER CHANGED!
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
You are invited to Shane Memorial website created by me, his Mom, DJ Sweatt French. The addy is http:www.//lighthouse4jesus.com
Shane is the son of Donna French and Ronald A. Short. He was shot and killed at age 22. No justice has ever been served. His grandparents was the late Roy L. Sweatt and Berlene Passmore Sweatt Price and the late Homer and Juanita Short.One brother, Brian Shawn Short
Shane was raised by me, his Mom all of his life. His dad chose not to pay child support and I decided not to ever try to procecute him or make him pay it. Though it hurt Shane some that his dad didnt, he would tell me that he had the best childhood ever in life and in his poems he wrote of his childhood. I always said if his dad could live with himself, knowing that he didnt contribute to the support of his only 2 sons, then I could live without the money and make it by ourselves. We had a great life, nice homes, cars, etc though I had to work many double shifts to make it. I made excellent money dealing cards, always averaging at least a thousand dollars a week. It hurt that their Dad never even called them on their birthdays, etc but it must not bother him cause he only lives maybe a mile from Shawn, his only living son now, and he still doesnt call him? He justifies this by saying Shawn doesnt call him? Well, he's the father and supposedly the adult, so he should be the one reaching out since he never has before? Shane was a very exceptional young man, with an "old soul". always seeming way mature for his young life. His poetry and stories show this maturity. I think he was born with this old soul, knowing much more than a baby knows at birth. All of his firsts was at a very young age, walked at 9 months, potty trained at 1 yr, even potty trained his brother, Shawn, who was only 1 yr and 1 day younger than him. Shawn says that Shane wasnt just his brother but his dad, his mentor, boss and best friend.There was such a great love and bond between me and my two sons and will always be . Shane & I could talk for hours on end about anything and everything. Though they had two half sisters from their dad, they were never close to either, nor ever really wanted to be close to them. It was always us, the 3 muskateers. We always had each other's backs and will continue to be this way even thru death of our precious Shane. He was and is the joy of my life, both of my sons are and will forever be. I can look in the mirror each morning with the assurance that I did everything possible for both of my sons, mentally, physically, emotional and finacially, no guilt at all about any of this. I am so thankful that the last words spoken between me and Shane that nite was as I was leaving, after taking him grocery shopping for the food to prepare for the candle light dinner he had planned, he said are you gone Mom? I replied, yes, I love you, he replied love you more, I replied, love you to eterniry and he replied with love you to infinity. This was a game we had played all of his life, sometimes, making up words that really didnt even exist and explaining them. As I was getting into my car, I heard him yell something and looked up and saw him standing in the window, laughing that one of a kind laugh that he had. He yelled love ya Mom and I said love ya always Shane. That was the last time I saw my baby alive. He will always be my heart. I love and miss him more with each day that goes by. I read these grief support books that say time heals, absence helps, etc, etc? I dont think any of these authors have ever buried a child of their own? If they had, they couldnt say this cause it isnt true. The pain doesnt lessen, the hurt never goes away and the smothering in your heart is always there. You are NEVER the same,ever again for part of you is buried and taken with them until you are reunited in heaven one day.
If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know so I can either get their permission to use this or remove it, whichever they choose. It is not my intention to infringe upon any copyright laws. I write poetry also and try my best to find the authors to obtain permission and always keep their copyrights intact if I can find the author. In this case, I couldnt find the author , so, please let me know if you are aware of who wrote this. I know they must have lost a child cause this is so very true, GBU, DJ
Forever Changed----Can you see the change in me?
It may not be so obvious to you.
I participate in family activities.
I attend family reunions.
I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore.
But I do cry!
When everyone has gone-when it is safe-
the tears fall.
I cry in privacy so my family won't worry.
I cry until I am exhausted & can finally sleep.
You tell me you admire my strength & my positive attitude.
But I am not strong.
I feel that I have lost control,& I panic when
I think about tomorrow...next week...next year.
I go about the routine of my job.
I complete my assigned tasks.
I drink coffee & smile.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm over the death
of my loved one.
But I'm not "over it!"
If I ever get over it, I will be the same
as before my loved one died.
I will NEVER be the same!
At times I think I am beginning to heal,
but the pain of losing someone I loved so much
has left a permanent scar on my heart.
I visit my neighbors.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm holding up so well.
But I'm not holding up well.
Sometimes I want to lock the door & hide from the world.
I spend time with my friends.
I appear calm & collected.
I smile when appropiate.
You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self."
but I will NEVER be back to my "old self."
Death & Grief have touched my life,
and I am FOREVER CHANGED!
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
Shane is the son of Donna French and Ronald A. Short. He was shot and killed at age 22. No justice has ever been served. His grandparents was the late Roy L. Sweatt and Berlene Passmore Sweatt Price and the late Homer and Juanita Short.One brother, Brian Shawn Short
Shane was raised by me, his Mom all of his life. His dad chose not to pay child support and I decided not to ever try to procecute him or make him pay it. Though it hurt Shane some that his dad didnt, he would tell me that he had the best childhood ever in life and in his poems he wrote of his childhood. I always said if his dad could live with himself, knowing that he didnt contribute to the support of his only 2 sons, then I could live without the money and make it by ourselves. We had a great life, nice homes, cars, etc though I had to work many double shifts to make it. I made excellent money dealing cards, always averaging at least a thousand dollars a week. It hurt that their Dad never even called them on their birthdays, etc but it must not bother him cause he only lives maybe a mile from Shawn, his only living son now, and he still doesnt call him? He justifies this by saying Shawn doesnt call him? Well, he's the father and supposedly the adult, so he should be the one reaching out since he never has before? Shane was a very exceptional young man, with an "old soul". always seeming way mature for his young life. His poetry and stories show this maturity. I think he was born with this old soul, knowing much more than a baby knows at birth. All of his firsts was at a very young age, walked at 9 months, potty trained at 1 yr, even potty trained his brother, Shawn, who was only 1 yr and 1 day younger than him. Shawn says that Shane wasnt just his brother but his dad, his mentor, boss and best friend.There was such a great love and bond between me and my two sons and will always be . Shane & I could talk for hours on end about anything and everything. Though they had two half sisters from their dad, they were never close to either, nor ever really wanted to be close to them. It was always us, the 3 muskateers. We always had each other's backs and will continue to be this way even thru death of our precious Shane. He was and is the joy of my life, both of my sons are and will forever be. I can look in the mirror each morning with the assurance that I did everything possible for both of my sons, mentally, physically, emotional and finacially, no guilt at all about any of this. I am so thankful that the last words spoken between me and Shane that nite was as I was leaving, after taking him grocery shopping for the food to prepare for the candle light dinner he had planned, he said are you gone Mom? I replied, yes, I love you, he replied love you more, I replied, love you to eterniry and he replied with love you to infinity. This was a game we had played all of his life, sometimes, making up words that really didnt even exist and explaining them. As I was getting into my car, I heard him yell something and looked up and saw him standing in the window, laughing that one of a kind laugh that he had. He yelled love ya Mom and I said love ya always Shane. That was the last time I saw my baby alive. He will always be my heart. I love and miss him more with each day that goes by. I read these grief support books that say time heals, absence helps, etc, etc? I dont think any of these authors have ever buried a child of their own? If they had, they couldnt say this cause it isnt true. The pain doesnt lessen, the hurt never goes away and the smothering in your heart is always there. You are NEVER the same,ever again for part of you is buried and taken with them until you are reunited in heaven one day.
If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know so I can either get their permission to use this or remove it, whichever they choose. It is not my intention to infringe upon any copyright laws. I write poetry also and try my best to find the authors to obtain permission and always keep their copyrights intact if I can find the author. In this case, I couldnt find the author , so, please let me know if you are aware of who wrote this. I know they must have lost a child cause this is so very true, GBU, DJ
Forever Changed----Can you see the change in me?
It may not be so obvious to you.
I participate in family activities.
I attend family reunions.
I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore.
But I do cry!
When everyone has gone-when it is safe-
the tears fall.
I cry in privacy so my family won't worry.
I cry until I am exhausted & can finally sleep.
You tell me you admire my strength & my positive attitude.
But I am not strong.
I feel that I have lost control,& I panic when
I think about tomorrow...next week...next year.
I go about the routine of my job.
I complete my assigned tasks.
I drink coffee & smile.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm over the death
of my loved one.
But I'm not "over it!"
If I ever get over it, I will be the same
as before my loved one died.
I will NEVER be the same!
At times I think I am beginning to heal,
but the pain of losing someone I loved so much
has left a permanent scar on my heart.
I visit my neighbors.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm holding up so well.
But I'm not holding up well.
Sometimes I want to lock the door & hide from the world.
I spend time with my friends.
I appear calm & collected.
I smile when appropiate.
You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self."
but I will NEVER be back to my "old self."
Death & Grief have touched my life,
and I am FOREVER CHANGED!
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
