THE WEB-SITE IS BEAUTIFUL!! / MICHELLE-TONY'S MOM BROWN (A CONCERN MOTHER )
BEAUTIFUL,I KNOW WESLEY IS SMILING DOWN ON HIS MOTHER AND HIS FAMILY,THE MUSIC IS WONDERFUL,MY SON TONY LOVES BOB MARLEY,HIS FAVORITE WAS DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY,MY PRAYER'S ARE WITH THIS FAMILY,WESLEY IS A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL NOW,YOU WILL SEE HIM ONE SWEET DAY,GOD BLESS MICHELLE-TONY'S MOM! Close
Happy St. Patricks Day / Jeri ~Laquan's Mom~ Read >>
miss you guys... / Zack Burns (friend of family )
its been a long time kate.... hope everyone is great. when i herd i didnt believe it .. was hard for me to accept.. i know casey and everyone had a hard time with it.. you where a mom to all of us and for that i thank u from the bottom of my heart.. i keep thinking of the times of me and casey and wes in fox going camping and fishing or playing at the pool in mt. view or going to the baseball games as kids .... i miss having a "good time" at richus springs festival if u remember you guys took me there when my grandfather died of cancer and kate you will never know how much that ment to me and the family... my best friend billy passed and yet again i found myself up on the mountain at the cabin .... again i thank u.... time goes by too fast... i miss u all and hope kyle, casey, willy and the rest of the family are doing great. If there is anything you ever need feel free to email or call me any time even if u just need someone to talk to and that goes for all the family.. tell casey to keep in touch i would love to hear from him.. i have some old photos of me and wes and casey maybe sometime i can email them to u... keep in touch and have a great tomorrow. zack Close
This breaks my heart / Lindsey Burns -. Aguirre (Childhood Friend )
Lindsey here, Zach Burns little sister. I heard about Wes from Zach a couple of years ago and it truely broke my heart! I typed in Wes' name today and found this website. He was such a great person. I wanted to extend my condolences to you and Casey.
I know you have heard it all before, I know I have. I am so sorry for your loss. I know the pain. Nothing I can say or do could ease your pain. It has been 3 1/2 years for my son. The pain still feels like yesterday.
Just a few graphics I thought I would send for you.
I hope you like these. I know it isn't much. But I hoope they make you smile. Here is one more, Don't want to take up too much of your space on here.
I hope these give you a smile...If you ever want to talk, don't hesitate to contact me.
I Miss You / Jeri ~Mom To Laquan Majette~ (Memorial Friend )Read >>
I Miss You / Jeri ~Mom To Laquan Majette~ (Memorial Friend )
I Miss You
I miss your laughter, fun and gentleness. I miss the things I used to do for you. I miss the time, now filled with emptiness, When each day was a stage for something new. I miss your love, though mine for you remains, A passion with no outlet to the sea, A teardrop in the desert, that contains What's left of my maternal ecstasy. I miss your presence, like a silent cord That anchored even solitude in grace. I miss, for my love's labor, the reward On seeing some small pleasure on your face. All these I miss, and yet they are all here Within my heart, far more than I can bear.
~ By Nicholas Gordon ~
September 12, 2006 Remembering Wes
Happy Birthday In Heaven! Jeri, Your Memorial Friend
Victim Advocate/Prosecutor'--s Office / Stephanie Terlep (Victim advocate )
As a man, Wes was thoughtful, caring and kind. As an angel, Wes is thoughtful, caring and kind. Perhaps, he became impatient to go onto the Greatest Adventure of All. I can well imagine him, sitting next to the Thrown of his Creature and asking Him: "Why do bad things happen to good people?" I imagine him and Cassity, tell jokes and making God laugh! I can hear his laughter in the sound of the pounding surf. We are all spirits, learning to be human. In spirit and in Fact, Wes is with us still. Talk to him, and he will listen. Hear him speaking through the gentle breeze rustling threw the trees or through the hurricans, depending on his moods. Watch him smile at us, whenever we see a beautiful flower in bloom. In our hearts we say: "We love you, Wes!" In our prayers we say: "We miss you, Wes!" In unison we say: "Rest in peace, brother!" Close
Today I Thought I Saw You (Kayt my dear friend, I can only guess how you feel). / Sue Jones (Friend)Read >>
Today I Thought I Saw You (Kayt my dear friend, I can only guess how you feel). / Sue Jones (Friend)
Today I thought I saw you.
Just for a second, when I looked at your chair,
I thought you were setting there.
I blinked my eyes, and you were gone.
I walked in the garden, something flashed in the corner of my vision.
It looked like you.
I turned quickly, but you were not there.
I heard laughter today. It sounded like you.
Then I realized it was just the wind.
As I passed by the fireplace today, I straightened your picture.
You smiled at me. I did a double take.
I sat down and cried.
All at once I understand.
You, sitting in your chair. You, walking in the garden. The sound of your beautiful laughter. Your smile tugging at the corners of my mind.
To a beautiful soul / Pam Wasdin (a mom who lost a child )Read >>
To a beautiful soul / Pam Wasdin (a mom who lost a child ) Wes, your Mom has written me after she read about my daughter being murdered. You know, after reading about you, my daughter and you were the free spirits that everyone envies. T he loving ones who are open to everyone and accepting of the differences. I know that God has a special place for you and my Dara. the place must be full of sunshine, waves and sweet sounds of music. Wes, know your Mom loves you and as a Mom, I can tell you that she misses you. But there is solice that one day we will be together with our babies again. Continue on young man, praising God and walking the beautiful beaches beyond. Love and Peace, PamClose
May God Bless you Kayt / Debbie Wiley
You have created a wonderful site for Wes. I know he is proud of the poems that you write in his honor. Such a tragic lost of a beautiful human being. Kayt may you always be blessed with good memories of Wes. Close
Where he no longer cries / Kayt Fossler (Mom)Read >>
Where he no longer cries / Kayt Fossler (Mom) there was a little man going no where running faster and faster to a master who wasn't there he obeyed his every wish he did even more for darkness was approuching beyond his little door his little mind was useless against the odds he faced to be born a servant to a master with no face one day may he realise what his mind can do find himself a place among the choosen few far from the cities the lights and the lies to a place of freedom where he no longer cries
To Wesely / Jeffery (friend)
Wesley, I understand how people worry about friends and family. I believe yourself and others protect both those who worry and the ones they worry about. Love Jeffery Close
Mahalo, My Brother / Marty (Friend) Wes to me was like a human pooh bear. He was simple, trusting, loving, adventurous, always up, he'd never bring you down. Wes was always there for a friend and would befriend anyone. He didn't understand hate, fear, judgement, the things that most of the world is running on these days. We all learned many lessons from Wes, from nature to life. He was so much fun to hang with, that you never knew you were learning from him. Looks, color, race, age, I don't think Wes ever saw these things, for he truly saw the inner beauty in all. Aloha Nui, my friend !!! Marty G.
so many good times, so many adventures Mahalo, my BrotherClose
Go ahead and mention my child, The one that 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 am already crying inside. Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide. I am hurt when you just keep silent, Pretending he did not exist. I'd rather you mention my child, knowing that he has been missed. You ask me how I was doing, I say "pretty good", or "fine." But healing is somthing ongoing I feel it will take a lifetime.
Memories/ Kayt Fossler (mom) The memory of your smile fades like the sun setting on an autum's eve Your laughter is but an echo bouncing off the cliffs of time The days blend together like the sun bleached strands of your hair I look to the sky waiting to catch a glimpse of the fair haired boy Who slipped away on butterfly wings Leaving me as bare, as the oak, in winter Waiting for you and the warm rays of spring
I wish I could turn back the clock, to the day the bug flew in my ear To know then, what I 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, that wild , wild hair, that impish grin, the innocent love that he gave To all of his friends and family, he'll never know the difference he made