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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Wesley Alan Matheson who was born in Arkansas on September 12, 1981 and passed away on May 06, 2002 at the age of 20. We will remember him forever.

      It was clear from the very beginning, Wes, was going to be my adventurer. Born in Calico Rock, Arkansas, Wes entered this world on his own terms, six weeks before his due date. Walking to the beat of a different drummer, he did not  crawl, he crab walked, not wanting to talk, he jabbered and squealed. He was always on the go, always slaying imaginary dragons. 


      Wes, and  his two brothers, Willy and Casey, were never far from their father, Joe. Wes, like his dad loved the outdoors and nature. He was always stopping to smell the flowers, or to capture some kind of reptile or critter. Our house was always over run with Wesley's pets. Frogs, lizards, snakes, rescued birds,  and hamsters, freed from their cages, roamed my house freely, Wes wouldn't have it any other way. 


      Wes, loved all sports. He played organized baseball and basketball, he rode bulls in the pee wee and junior devision of our local rodeo club, he free climbed the cliffs around our home. He lived for the summers and our frequent camping trips to the White River and Blanchard Springs Caverns.


     Wes was drawn to the outdoors like a moth to light. School did not come easy for my son. It took more energy for Wes, to sit still in a classroom, for twenty minutes than it did for him to climb the towering pine tree, in our back yard. 


     When  Wesley, was eleven  he lost his dad, from a three year bout with cancer. He was lost without Joe,  and started spending even more time in the woods.  You very seldom saw my son, without his signature backpack, floppy hat and army fatiques.


     I knew my son's goals were to earn enough money,  leave Stone County, Arkansa, and travel to exotic places. 
When Wes, was  sixteen, he entered a school in another county. There, they helped him get his GED, deal with his A.D.D.  and attend  classes at a Votech. For the first time in his life, I saw him interested in school. Wes worked at odd jobs the last two years he lived in Arkansas. He even helped his stepdad, build our log home,  cutting the timber down, peeling the logs, raising the walls. Nothing was going to stand in the way of this young man's dreams.

 
      In February of 1999, Wes sold hid truck and with his savings flew to Mau, Hawaii. He soon found a job and a place to live. He worked one day a week for his tent sight, which was on a small tree farm. The owner took a liking to Wes and allowed him the use of all his tools and work shop. Wes, truly thought he was in heaven.

 
      Wes lived on Maui for two years. His stepdad and I got to see him twice, once on a trip to Mexico, where Wes, joined us and when we went to Hawaii, to see him and his little brother. Casey,  had joined him in Sept of 2000. It was great seeing Wes, so happy and independent. He was still the same nature lover and our trips were full of hiking, swimming, climbing. No sunbathing for this crew.

 
      Wes had found a new passion in life, landscaping. Brian, his  landlord on Maui, had gotten Wes, interested in tropical and exotic plants. He was learning to grow everything from Orchids to Taro. He was living in a tent, working at a coffee shop during the week,  helping Brian, with his plants on weekends and loving every minute of it. Wes,was again truly happy.


     Wes, began questioning his role on this planet. My son had lots of questions and for the first time in his life he turned to me. 
 I loved his calls, we would talk for hours about life, religion, spirituality, his purpose and roll. He wanted to know everything. I was so happy for my Wes. 


     In Oct of 2001, Wes was offered a job on the Big Island of Hawaii. He called and asked for my advice, I told him to follow his heart. I knew he, loved where he was, but I also knew he was getting restless. Wes wanted another challenge and this opportunity seemed too good to pass up. He was being offered a house to live in, while renovating it, plusthere was two acres of jungle to claim and landscape. This was a job ,no one else I knew would tackle.


     The property was on the wet side of the island, back in the jungle, isolated, with no amenities. Wes, started calling weekly.  He always had a way of making me laugh, with stories full of new adventures. He was in a coctant fight with the wild pigs, who were cocstantly destroying his yard work. The generator he used for his electricy was always needing to be repaired, something he could do with little effort. He was busy, all day every day, putting in windows, painting and digging water lines but he still found time to explore and meet his neighbors. 


     Hank and Jane, were an  older couple who had moved to Hawaii to get away from the  real world, to live off the land and grow orchids, Wes, loved helping  them with their land. When Hank was laid up with a hernia operation, Wes was there to help with the chores.  He loved Jane's cooking and the fack they were an older loving couple. My son  had found yet another mentor. 


      Life went on as usual until, Wes, didn't call on Mother's Day, May 12, 2002.  After two days of not hearing from him  I called his house. Wes's boss answered the phone, saying my son was missing and my youngest son, Casey, was at the police station ,making a missing persons report. The first information I got , was there had been a car accident, the boys (Wes and his friend Cassity) had been seen hitchiking away from the car, that was May 8.

That was the last they had been seen or heard from .
                                                                                                                               Wes, was murdered by two young men, who he had called his friends. I miss my son. I miss the life I once had, beforehe was murdered. Death has away of stealing your life away from you, by creating this site, I hope to keep the memory of my wonderful son alive.

Monday, May 6, I woke with a sharp pain in my head. I thought I was having a stroke, the pain was unbearable. A week later I found out my son was missing. 
A month later, when I returned from Hawaii, I was going through the journal I kept and came across the May 6 entry, the pain in my head the trip to the emergency room. Wes had died on the day, THAT BUG FLEW IN MY EAR

I WISH I COULD TURN BACK THE CLOCK
TO THE DAY THE BUG FLEW IN MY EAR

TO KNOW THEN WHAT I KNOW KNOW NOW
ABOUT THINGS THAT WERE TO HAPPEN THAT YEAR
TO CALL MY SON, TO WISH HIM WELL,
TO HEAR HIS VOICE ONE LAST TIME
TO TELL HIM I LOVED HIM AND WAS SO PROUD
THAT HE WAS A CHILD OF MINE


BUT I DIDN'T CALL THAT DAY IN MAY
AND WILL FOREVER WONDER, WHAT IF
FOR HE'S GONE FROM US NOW AND YOU KNOW,
IT'S HIS SWEET SMILE ,THAT I MISS

I WISH I COULD TURN BACK  THAT CLOCK ,TO SEE THAT BOY ONCE AGAIN,TO ALTER THE COURSE THAT THE BUG FLEW, TO WAKE UP FROM THIS TERRIBLE DREAM.

HIS IMPISH GRIN, HIS WILD WILD HAIR, THE INNOCENT LOVE THAT HE GAVE
TO ALL OF HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY, HE'LL NEVER KNOW THE DIFFERENCE HE MADE. THE YEARS GO BY I STILL WONDER WHY THAT BOY HAD TO LEAVE SO SOON,  LEAVING THIS EMPTY HOLE IN MY HEART, SINGING THIS SOULFUL TUNE

I WISH I COULD TURN BACK THE CLOCK, TO THE DAY THE BUG FLEW IN MY EAR,

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Tributes and Condolences
Christmas 2012   / Jim's Mom
Holidays  / Jim's Mom
Hello Kayt and Kyle   / Andrea Muir (friend of Kayt and Kyle )
Thinking about you 2 today as I lit my mardi gras iron work candle stick holder............decided to look up Wes...I had no idea I would find these articles and photos and your written words.  Just feeling for you.  Telling my friend about...  Continue >>
Thanksgiving  / Jim's Mom
Happy Thanksgiving from Jim Sandra and Shirley.
Happy Hallowheezie   / Family Of Lisa Maas
W / Kayt (MOM)    Read >>
Easter Wishes  / AV/Laura     Read >>
Easter / Jim's Mom     Read >>
spring / Jim's Mom     Read >>
Happy Valentines Day  / Family Of Lisa Christine Maas (Angel Friends )    Read >>
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Turkey Day Wishes..luv Lisa..♥  / AV/Laura Family Of Lisa Maas ♥.     Read >>
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His legacy
Beautiful Music  
Help for someone who has lost a child...  

I saw this quote and thought it was so true.  Please read it and think about it.  Remember it when talking to someone who has lost a child:

The mention of my child’s name may bring tears to my eyes -
But it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are my friend, please don’t keep me from hearing the beautiful music.
It soothes my broken heart and fills my soul with love.

I Lost A Child  
I use to get upset with life's little ups and downs
But I lost a child and things have turned around
Dishes can go undone for days, bills, go unpaid
For I lost a child and my life has changed
The cobwebs are many, they've taken over the room
My floors are dirty, I've misplaced the broom
For I lost a child and my life has changed
The important things I've rearranged
I stop to smell the flowers
And watch my grandchild play
For I lost a child and my life has changed
To love, to laugh, to catch a ball
A walk in the rain, a memory recalled
It's the little things that don't have a price
The lost of my child, has changed my life

Love Mom

copywritten/kayt
Aloha  
Although I never knew Wes, the way you have, I can hear his laughter in the pounding surf, I feel his love in the gentle breeze,  I hear his chant of awe in his maker with every drop of rain that falls, in Mountain View, Hawaii. He is still with you in spirit. In fact, Aloha, is both coming and going and love. As for Wes, he was the personifacation of Aloha.

written by Stephanie 2003
For Wes and Us/ Written by his friend Jill  

The wind raged across the moment
The morning sun shone it's precious light upon a new day
An emptiness had fallen upon the experience
And all stood in utter silence
An earth angle has returned too soon
Confusion races through the marrow of all that is
Who has the power to question?
Who has the abilty to understand?
Can we grasp the fragil love, we give or recieve?
We kneel before the universe with shattered hearts and aching souls
YET THE HEAVEN'S REJOICE FOR THE HOME COMING
The gentle being did not compromise his ability to give love
We are fortunate to have been blessed with such an honest presence.
As the days pass, the wind will continue to rage
Light and Dark will dance across the years, never to bring answers to calm the ache
Yet, when the wind brings scents of earth and flowers
We will remember the sweet smile, that our Wesley shared, so freely, so effortlessly
And took nothing but our hearts

Don't Weep For Me  
Oh dear friends don't weep for me
My life though short, was so full
Oh dear friends, please dance with me
For the angels now guard my soul

Remember me the way I was,
so full of life and laughter
I have not left you all alone
But with memories ever after

I have not left and gone away,
I'm standing right beside you
So take my hand and walk with me,
Let my spirit guide you

See me in the clouds above, the trees that sway so gently, The babbling brook, the birds that sing
And in the kindness you showed me

We do not die, we just move on
Your faith, it was my teacher
Your kindness and wisdom will win out
Against the evils featured


copy written2002/kayt Fossler
 
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Wesley, 2001 Maui
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