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I created this website about 3 years ago, or more.
An internet friend named Susan helped me everyday.
She not only helped..she went out of her way to help.
When I wanted a unique background, Susan created this one.
If it had not been for her, this page would not be so beautiful.
Yes, I wrote the story..but Susan made it a very special website.
For some reason, I have neglected to give her the credit she deserves.
Believe me, it was not intentional
..I always give credit to the graphic designers.
So if you are reading this, Susan..I'm so sorry I have forgotten
to credit you with these beautiful graphics..and God bless.
I would never, ever forget again..
(Please visit Susan's website..it's darling!)
Love to you and yours..Kacey..
David's Story has been published
and awarded several times.
The Wall created in David's memory
My sincere thanks to Lady J for creating the beautiful graphic above.
Thank you,
Shirley, for this beautiful award.
All these awards are greatly appreciated.
 David
January, 1992-October, 1994
The following article was written in memoriam to my nephew's son..it is not meant to be morbid, but a tribute to a beautiful little boy.
Written one week after his death
Last Thursday, my nephew and his wife said goodbye to their little toddler. David would have been 3 years old on January 21. He was struck down by a runaway jeep that had been parked on a hilly driveway opposite his house.
There were so many people who felt responsible for this awful tragedy. David�s Mother, Mary, had just returned home from her job. Not feeling well, she stopped short of parking her van where she had parked it every day for the last year. If David�s Grandfather had arrived there for a visit one hour earlier, he would have parked his big RV there.
As it turned out, there was an open space, just large enough for this jeep to hurtle through, after picking up momentum. It hit a bump in the yard and became airborne, and upon landing, it immediately ended the life of this beautiful little boy. David had three brothers and sisters who witnessed this tragedy and will need counseling for a very long time.
Lizzie, the oldest of the three, blamed herself because they were all there, playing together. This is not true, of course. The miracle of it all is the fact that no other child was hurt. Lizzie has planted a small tree and a statue of a little boy occupies the place where the accident occurred.
 My nephew, Mike, a gentle and caring man, was out of a job at the time. He had graduated with honors from college, but unemployment was high in this small town. He showed no bitterness toward this young person responsible for his son's death.
Mike and Mary had chosen a town in North Carolina to live, hoping the small town environment would be good for the children. They were active in their Church and their friends numbered in the hundreds. Their children were involved with soccer, Boy Scouts and the usual activities of their peers.
Mary was trying to work a 12 hour day, since Mike wasn't able to help at the time. He had taken a temporary job in the meantime.
When Mary had spare time, which was not often, she loved to needlepoint. One of her creations was a red and white checked short suit, with little animals in bright colors she had made for David. He now rests in this outfit, along with his white sneakers with the soccer balls on top. He had wanted them for a long time, because his brother, Ryan, his hero, was a soccer player.
Lizzie, the oldest daughter, was left to care for the children often. She was a very serious little girl and was devastated by this tragedy, but managed to sing her heart out at David's funeral. Her lovely young voice came through loud and clear and she didn't miss a note, although her heart was breaking. Standing there alone, she seemed determined to finish her song without crying, for David.
Little David was a joy to the whole neighborhood. He could rap with the older kids, chat with adults like a little man, or just be a kid with his peers. He touched the hearts of all who knew him.
Every house in their community, and most businesses in the town, displayed yellow ribbons in his memory.
The funeral home was bright with the balloons he had always loved. The balloons were requested by Mike and Mary, and flowers filled the chapel room. There was a balloon for each person, and there were 400 people attending. To look at this little boy, so still and so small in that tiny coffin with the roses, it would seem that he was only pouting. At the Church, the Mass was beautiful, with David's pre-school teachers all sharing their special moments with him.
At the end of the touching, but heart rending graveside service, we released the balloons to the sky. As we watched them, floating gently and quietly to the Heavens, we could almost see David, running happily beside them. Rest in peace, little one, God is with you and you are forever safe. We love you.
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that crushes it.
There was time for one last glance
as you passed through my memory,
but that was this morning.
What will keep me safe tonight?
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Like soap for the body, tears are for the soul.
The wall painted in David's memory
By his fellow students, family, teachers, friends and neighbors
The guestbook below is my fifth one.
I would appreciate your signature so I can
acknowledge your visit..and thank you!
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