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Tribute To My Uncle DeShaun

Hey my name is Atyanna Am’Unique Washington. I’m 9 Years Old. I’m doing a tribute on my uncle DeShaun Winbush. But the first thing I want to say is that my uncle DeShaun was not just my uncle, he was my friend my best friend. My uncle De Shaun was a very special uncle to me. I don’t know why people kill people like my uncle Shaun. When people get killed that’s just crazy. I hope that Mothers Against Gun Violence stops this killing one day because we will not have to worry about being killed any longer. When I was sad my uncle DeShaun cheered me up and when he was sad I cheered him up. I loved my uncle DeShaun but now someone killed him. That’s very, very sad. When I go to heaven with my uncle DeShaun we will have lots of fun.

DeShaun Henry Winbush:
Sunrise 11–25–1982 to Sunset 09–24–2003
Killed in a triple homicide with his friends
Kirk Bickham Jr. and Carl Hall.

THE END

Tribute To Tamika (Mickey) Watson

Influential, powerful, strong-minded, open-hearted and beautiful - these are some words that put my sister’s existence into character. I bring this up because a lot of the time we hear the bad things about single mothers, minorities and these “Street Corners Hustlers”.

But on that corner are people, People who strive to survive and people who hurt, cry and smile when we do. Deep down inside we all have a spirit and a heart that pumps blood that keeps our body going. But standing on that corner can sometimes bring misery, pain and strife for our physical existence. But the spirits of the deceased will always live on.

That’s the ideal I had to capture when dealing with the reality of never holding my sister, or hearing her voice again. And it hurts so badly when I look in the eyes of her friends, the family and most of all Tatiana and Khaliah. I bet it’s devastating for them - because it is for me. Although I know that she’s here with us every day smiling at us, it’s just unreal that I can’t see her or touch her. It’s hard because I can’t imagine why somebody would want to take away the body of such a happy person. Why would somebody leave two beautiful children alone without mommy? Just that thought is unbearable.

But the thought that we are able to deal with is Mickey smiling down on us and letting us know that life is truly after your body has left this earth. She’s telling us to be happy, and to stay focused. I think she would want all of us to be together — making sure that we are alright.

Mickey will definitely be remembered in my heart forever. No one can ever murder my memories. Her spirit is forever living through us.

Your Loving Sister,

Moosy

Tamika Ventura Watson (Mickey):
Sunrise 11–13–1976 to Sunset 05–10–2002

THE END

Tribute

Too many of us are dying. Moments represent a lifetime. Our hearts lose sunshine when our children cease to smile words, and share with parents their passionate pain. Our Children, in the millions, are dropping from the trees of life too soon, their innocent hearts and bodies are forced to navigate within modern maddess, seaching for Life and Love in the basements of a crippled metropolis, a disintegrating culture too soon.

Are we not all earth and lakes and sun? Are we not all mamas and babies to their young music? Their lives are not abstracted bragging rights. We must never stop listening to their stories and songs.

When our children do not share their young pain, it is a sign of our closed ears and punctured hearts. Do not misread the silence in their eyes, they are seeking sunshine from us immediately.

Love, Aunt Beverly H.
Dee & Orlando

This is beautiful!

To All Parents And Families

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: ‘How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?’
The surgeon said, ‘I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.’

Sally said, ‘Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?’

The surgeon asked, ‘Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.’

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. ‘Would you like a lock of his hair?’ the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, ‘It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. ‘I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.’ She went on, ‘My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he c ould.’

Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said :

‘Dear Mom, I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ‘cause I’m not around to say ‘I Love You’. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. < BR>Don’t be sad thinki ng about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘where was He when I needed him?’ ‘God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He w as right there, as He a lways is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m sure the food will be great..

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

( Let’s see Satan stop this one.) Take 60 seconds and rep ost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves ‘When you’re down to nothing, God is up to something.’

The Essence of Distiny

Watch your thoughts
For they become words
Choose words, your words
For they become actions
Understand your actions
For they become habits
Study your habits
For they will become your character
Develop your character
For it becomes your destiny

Unknown

(Daughter In Law)

 A son and his father are so entwined in heart

and mind that gladly or unwillingly
they share each love, each joy, each sorrow and
each bitter wrong

                          Life Long.

Tributes to Dominic (Nick) Booker

GOD

God looked around his garden and he found an empty place

He then looked upon this earth and saw your tired face

He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest

Gods garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best

He knew you were suffering, he knew you were in pain

He knew you would never get well on earth again

He saw the road was getting rough and the hill is hard to climb

So he closed your weary eyes and whispered peace be thine

It broke my heart to lose you, but you didn’t go alone

For part of us went with you the day god called you home

                      By: Brianna Grafton

When the Sun Sets it will Always Rise Again

When my brother went to jail, I thought life looked down on me

But then when I asked my mom, she told me

When the sun sets, it will always rise again

Then my brother got out doing the same thang

He ended up getting shot, I looked up to God I told him, fix this please

He told me when the Sun Sets it will always rise again

Then my brother end up going back to jail

And I’m sitting here feeling sad as hell

All I can think of is the words they said

When the Sun Sets it will always rise again

When my brother went to jail, I thought life looked down on me

But then when I asked my mom, she told me

When the sun sets, it will always rise again

Then my brother got out doing the same thang

He ended up getting shot, I looked up to God I told him, fix this please

He told me when the Sun Sets it will always rise again

Then my brother end up going back to jail

And I’m sitting here feeling sad as hell

All I can think of is the words they said

When the Sun Sets it will always rise again

By: Contessa Cole

Poem to Ishmal

To my son Ishmal

I wish heaven had a phone, just to hear your voice again. Thinking of you today, but that is nothing new. Thought about you yesterday, and today. We think of you in silence and often speak your name. ISHMAL All we have are memories and pictures in frames. Your memory is a keepsake, from which we’ll never part. And God has you in his arms. And we have you in our hearts.

Love From Ma