<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343</id><updated>2012-01-19T16:37:25.416-08:00</updated><category term='honor'/><category term='comfort'/><category term='Alexander Schmemann'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='Hindu'/><category term='funny'/><category term='One Thousand Gifts'/><category term='death'/><category term='September'/><category term='missing you'/><category term='aura of life'/><category term='radiant smile'/><category term='smile'/><category term='haunted'/><category term='September 28'/><category term='balloons'/><category term='25 years old'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='tears'/><category 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September 28'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little brown boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 years old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='198'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind-dancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Vincent Alexander Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/28/11'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday In Heaven To Our William</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIkelbelrw/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/pYYygI4e6Xs/s1600/rzWill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIkelbelrw/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/pYYygI4e6Xs/s400/rzWill.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today you would have been 25 years old, our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet William...yet you will be Forever 19! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;remember so well the day that you were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;born and how happy we were to have a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new little son...your Dad's best buddy in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Word's cannot describe how much we miss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you down here on earth, but we know you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must be having the time of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would have chosen to keep you here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with us, of course, but God had a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much different plan for your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will never understand the&amp;nbsp;"why" but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we get to heaven the "why" will not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matter anymore...so long as we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all together in Heaven with our Creator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just wanted to take this time to let &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole world know that we remembered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your birthday and let them know what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a precious gift you were to our family for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the short time you were here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To some, 19 years might seem like a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time, but to us, it flew by on the wings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hung an orange wind chime up at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your place at Mount Vernon, so you, our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Wind-Dancer' could make it sing to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If our love alone could have kept you alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd be alive still! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever loving you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever in our hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever 19...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Young...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&amp;nbsp;to you in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven our Little Brown Boy﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIkelbelrw/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/pYYygI4e6Xs/s72-c/rzWill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-5614486372487145882</id><published>2011-06-23T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:43:23.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte Grace Miquélle Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Meaning of Names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousand Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Voskamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexander Schmemann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Vincent Alexander Reynolds'/><title type='text'>What's In A Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reynolds Family ~ August 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhfYl-tU29s/TgQeSyrdsUI/AAAAAAAACgc/iGoYK2rxzQo/s1600/Family+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhfYl-tU29s/TgQeSyrdsUI/AAAAAAAACgc/iGoYK2rxzQo/s400/Family+Love.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When we found out we were having another baby...our daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt; Charlotte Grace Miqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;lle, had just turned 9 months old...We knew earlier than usual because of a very&amp;nbsp;bad three car accident, in which we were in the middle of two cars going over 55-65 mph at the time of the crash, while on our way up Highway 50, taking Charlotte on her very first trip to the snow on January 1, 1986. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;On top of the other injuries, I was cramping &amp;amp; bleeding after the accident which required further exams &amp;amp; tests to find out what was wrong. And...&amp;nbsp;Yes! We were&amp;nbsp;very shocked, yet extremely happy none-the-less...but with the happiness was also great fear of miscarriage because of the&amp;nbsp;accident...I'd lost my first baby at just 12 weeks...2 days before what would have been my first Mother's Day in May of 1984, so with these early problems, we were so afraid we would lose this baby too. The doctor put me on complete bed rest for 8 weeks, which was near to impossible with a baby learning how to walk. I could not keep her in bed with me, so I tried laying on the couch as much as I could while my husband was at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9NEsEg1ZQQ/TIORrXxLbfI/AAAAAAAABOY/m6cQewWK7ac/s400/no+more+laughter.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our last Christmas together as a family, South Lake Tahoe, CA ~&amp;nbsp; December 18,&amp;nbsp;2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As the months went by we didn't want to tell anyone that we were going to have another baby because we were afraid we would lose this one just like our first....I hid my pregnancy until I was six months along...staying home with my daughter most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When the doctor told us&amp;nbsp;we would probably get through the pregnancy okay and that everything looked like it was&amp;nbsp;alright with the baby despite the accident, we told all of our family and friends at the Fourth of July Picnic at our church because a lot of our family went there&amp;nbsp;too. We remember, OH SO WELL, the looks of shock on everyone's faces when they found out our baby was due on September 28...just three months from that date -12 weeks and 2 days to be exact! Waiting to tell everyone was worth it just from the remembrance of the utter surprise at&amp;nbsp;the due date!!! I wish we'd thought to take a photo of their faces when they learned how short a time was left because normally when people find out they're expecting and tell everyone they are usually about 6 weeks along and here I was 6 months along...it was priceless and I don't really know how I kept it from showing for the last 2 months...well I do know...but that's a secret! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Anyway...for all of my babies...the moment I found out we were going to have a&amp;nbsp;child I would begin the search for the perfect names...the combining of which with our last name would have a true significance and refinement about it...we wanted our children's name to have a distinct and memorable meaning to each one. We labored over the names the thousands of names and combinations of names (and remember,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;there wasn't high speed internet to easliy speed through search engines and resources - we did it the 'old fashioned' way with books and libraries!) researching the meanings of every name.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We believed that the naming of our child was significant and important because it would express who our child was...what they would become in life. A name can sometimes make or break a child's personality, spirit and destiny. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I recently read this passage from Ann Voskamp's, &amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"One Thousand Gifts"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a New York Times Bestseller. It pretty much sums up why the naming of our children was so important to us, taking months of research before we came up with the perfect combination...Ann Voskamp wrote this: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Naming is Edenic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I name gifts and go back to the Garden and God in the beginning who first speaks a name and lets what is come into existence. This naming is how the first emptiness of space fills: the naming of light and land and sky. The first man's first task is to name. Adam completes creation with his Maker through the act of naming creatures, releasing the land from chaos, from the teeming, indefinable mass. I am seeing it too, in the journal, in the face of the Farmer: naming offers the gift of recognition. When I name moments - string out laundry and name - pray, thank You, Lord, for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;bedsheets in billowing winds, for fluff of sparrow landing on line, sun winter warm, and one last leaf still hanging in the orchard - &lt;/i&gt;I am Adam and I discover my meaning and God's, and to name is to learn the language of Paradise. This naming work never ends for all the children of Adam. Naming to find an identity, our identity, God's.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's late, and in the lamplight when the bones finally rest, I read and turn a page and run unexpected into these words, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Now in the Bible a name...reveals the very essence of a thing, or rather its essence as God's gift...To name a thing is to manifest the meaning and value God gave it, to know it as coming from God and to know its place and function within the cosmos created by God. To name a thing, in other words, is to bless God for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; [Alexander Schmemann, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"For the Life of the World: Sacraments and Orthodoxy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I read the words again. The heart palpitates hard. I don't hear the clock or the slosh hum of the dishwasher. All I can see, think, is that my whim writing of one thousand gratitudes, the naming of moments - this is truly a holy work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;This naming really &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; call now a gift, a gift of God. I read again: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;"To name a thing is to manifest the meaning and value God gave it." &lt;/i&gt;[Alexander Schmemann, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"For the Life of the World: Sacraments and Orthodoxy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I look at a day, a thing, an event in front of me, and it may look manna-strange: "What is it?" But when I name it, the naming of it manifests its meaning: to know it comes from God. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;This is gift! &lt;/i&gt;Naming is to know a thing's function in the cosmos - to name is to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;solve mystery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In naming that which is right before me, that which I'd otherwise miss, the invisible becomes visible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The space that spans my inner emptiness fills in the naming. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I name. And I know the face I face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;God's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; God is in the details; God is in the moment. God is in all that blurs by in a life - even hurts in a life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;GOD!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;How can I not name? Naming these moments may change the ugly names I call myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I put a pen to journal, a name to solve, and I shake it when it runs dry, trace circles, and I coax out the ink........This training might prove to be the hardest of my life. It just might save my life." Excerpt is from a wonderful book called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"One Thousand Gifts"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Ann Voskamp. She is on a journey through grief and loss and pain to &lt;u&gt;"Dare to LIVE FULLY Right Where You Are: One Thousand Gifts."&lt;/u&gt; (Ann Voskamp)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I read this yesterday, I remembered how important choosing the names for our children had been to me, to us...if naming animals and each piece and element of creation down to the smallest atoms, neutrons, protons and electrons were so important to God...how much more important then, is the naming of a newborn human Child, a Living Soul&amp;nbsp;who will return to their Creator someday!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the Bible it even states the importance of a choosing a good name: "A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold." Proverbs 22:1 KJV", and "A good name&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth." Ecclesiastes 7:1 KJV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I said previously, in choosing our children's names,&amp;nbsp;we wanted&amp;nbsp;each name's meaning to portray who and what our children would become as they grew older...and thus we chose these names for our little ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: (Read below for meaninds and reasons why we chose these names.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Charlotte Grace Miqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;lle Reynolds &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Charlotte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Little &amp;amp; womanly, Free, Strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Grace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Grace of God, Elegance, Beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Miqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;lle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; (version of Michelle) Who is like the Lord&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;We wanted our daughter to grow up to be "Free" and "Strong" while at the same time being truly "Feminine, Womanly"...(I liked the part that said it also meant "Little" because I always felt like I stood out like a sore thumb in school because I was usually the tallest girl in my class throughout grade-school and junior-high!) We wanted her life and heart to be filled with and covered by the "Grace of God" which would give her a "Beautiful Elegance"&amp;nbsp;so that&amp;nbsp;when people thought of her they would think of "One Who is Like the Lord".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;William Vincent Alexander Reynolds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;William:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Strong-willed Warrior, Protector&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vincent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Victorious&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Alexander:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Defender of the People&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;We wanted our son to grow up to have a "Will that was Strong" and not inclined to be a follower, but a leader of all that is true and right before God. One willing to "Fight for what was good and honest", to be a "Strong Protector" to all of his loved ones, the underprivileged, his country..to be a "Defender of the People", unwilling to allow injustice or cruelty to man or beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Surname being Reynolds means to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; counsel or govern.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Many hours were spent choosing these names for our children...and as I look back at their personalities, their temperaments, their reputations...who they grew up to be...they pretty much fit the meanings behind their names. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our daughter, Charlotte, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; small and feminine, but she is also has a tremendous inner strength about her that I wish I had...She never ceases to amaze me with her energy and usual good cheer! She has a free-spirited creativity about her that makes one sit up and take notice for sure...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I brought home from the hospital this little, tiny, adorable baby girl with a head full of dark hair that I couldn't wait to comb and give a little curl on top!...This little darling filled my heart with such a fierce maternal love like I'd never known before the moment I knew I was having a child- that love growing steadily as the weeks and months passed by, but when she was placed in my arms for the first time...the love was so strong and protective that I was instantly ready to fight to the death to keep her safe from harm of any kind. I would give my very life to protect and cherish this precious gift that God blessed us with...and God help anyone who ever tried to hurt her! I was officially a Mamma Tiger! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Charlotte Grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Miqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;lle was born into this world with her huge, brown eyes wide open @ 1:21 a.m. &amp;nbsp;A full two weeks ahead of her due date, because she just couldn't wait any longer to finally be free of the dark womb that had cradled her for 8 &amp;amp; 1/2 months...she was more than ready to explore the shiny, bright new-world that now surrounded her in a most &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;dramatic fashion! A "flair for the dramatic" we called it when she was as she was growing up! She was a night owl from the moment she was born, up all hours of the night and a lot throughout the day too...I couldn't believe how very short her sleeps were! How could this baby grow if she wouldn't sleep! She had too much living to do to waste time sleeping, I guess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I remember vividly how curious she was as she'd poke around at her new brother when he was born, trying to discover what this little tanned brown baby with all the black hair was doing in our house when this was her castle...she was Daddy's Princess, and now she had to share her daddy! Yet she'd still try to cradle him in her arms like she had watched me do...so curious to explore all the nooks and crannies of &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the little mewling stranger who would become her best friend in the world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I look at her now as she's expecting her very first little one and I see this grown up child of mine...remembering every stage of her growth over the years all the dresses and outfits I made her with matching socks and hair accessories...clothing that started out so tiny and ended with the unique matching bolero jacket I made for her to wear to over her beautiful strapless wedding gown...making three trips to the gigantic fabric store, Brytex, in San Francisco, just to match the lace and fabric and beading etc. of her wedding gown so her special day would be absolutely perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yet...how did the years go by so fast? When I look at my "baby girl" I see a gorgeous, delightful, classy young lady that has come into her own in a grand way...Her heart is filled with the grace of God that shows in her elegant beauty...so much so that she takes my breath away and makes me wonder how I had anything to do with such an exquisitely beautiful being...I am filled with awe and wonder every time I see my precious daughter!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSGYJCYpzzg/TgQU4rXTqvI/AAAAAAAACgY/R37Wh1nijFg/s1600/TXT6ed20090415-_DSC2689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSGYJCYpzzg/TgQU4rXTqvI/AAAAAAAACgY/R37Wh1nijFg/s400/TXT6ed20090415-_DSC2689.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our son was &lt;em&gt;born&lt;/em&gt; with a strong will! He was born on his due date...&lt;em&gt;determined&lt;/em&gt; not to come a minute sooner (like Charlotte who was exactly two weeks early...she wanted to be FREE!!!) or a minute later -&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;though I tried all the old wives tales&amp;nbsp;to get&amp;nbsp;him to come sooner because I was in so much pain from the accident. Dr. Polansky, who delivered our daughter too, though it would be another tiny girl, like Charlotte, because of the faster heartbeat like she had, and the fact that I'd only gained nine and a half pounds with this pregnancy as opposed to Charlotte where I gained 36 pounds. So I made two of the cutest dresses to bring &lt;em&gt;"her"&lt;/em&gt; home in because I couldn't decide which one I liked best...then after the first time I was sent home two days before he was born, I began to have this feeling deep inside that it would be a boy...the feeling wouldn't go away, so I stayed up that night and made a little Knickers set with the scraps of the burgundy fabric I had left over from the outfit I made myself for my&amp;nbsp;first&amp;nbsp;date with my husband&amp;nbsp;Matt &amp;amp; (it pay to keep your scraps, especially if you are sewing for babies!) I found some matching pin-striped cotton and made a little dress shirt and matching burgundy bow tie...&lt;em&gt;"just in case"! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The doctor also kept saying that he thought this one would be born&amp;nbsp;a couple of weeks &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the due date because of the small amount of weight gained&amp;nbsp;telling me&amp;nbsp;the baby need to gain more weight to be healthier...then when I did go into labor 3 times I was sent home because the contractions would stop between 2-4 hours...the second and third time they sent me home I begged for Pitocin to induce and continue labor instead of the stop/start, stop/start, stop/start, that was going on...(see this child was already pushing the envelope &amp;amp; he wasn't even born yet!) On the way home each time, I cried profusely, wondering when this little one would decide to be born already! This&amp;nbsp;went on for two and a half days. Finally the day before his due date arrived, 9/27/86...the labor pains started again, but this time, I was &lt;em&gt;determined&lt;/em&gt; I would &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;go to the hospital again unless they lasted longer than&amp;nbsp;well past 4 or even 5&amp;nbsp;hours...but this time (probably because I was determined NOT to go like I'd done the last three times for fear of being sent home!) this baby was &lt;em&gt;DETERMINED&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;would &lt;/i&gt;go so he began early that morning kicking around while I hung on through the contractions all that day while Matt was at work. I just knew they were going to stop again- they didn't stop after 6 hours...or even 8 hours and I was miserable&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;we got ready to go to bed that early that&amp;nbsp;evening...and then at last my water finally broke&amp;nbsp;at 7:15&amp;nbsp;on the evening of the 27th...this baby&amp;nbsp;was going to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; me go! But at least this time, &lt;em&gt;I knew they couldn't send me home&lt;/em&gt;...the whole day and all through the night past midnight and through the early morning hours, but &lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt; it was his due date, September 28th, 1986, and he was ready to be born and it was almost 5:00 a.m.! During the delivery, the cord was wrapped tightly around his neck twice and the baby wasn't crying, but I didn't know if it was a boy or girl yet because the doctor was working frantically to get the cord off and get the it to breathe. I'll never forget not only the first of look of panic when the baby's cord was wrapped around its neck, but also the look of incredible, wide-eyed surprise on Dr. Polansky's face after the baby finally started crying. He was seriously stunned! He looked up and said,&lt;em&gt; "Well this baby's definitely NOT little and it's definitely NOT a girl!!!&lt;/em&gt; I'd gained 9 lbs. 8 oz during the full 9 months and this baby was no six pounder like my first one...He was 9 lbs. 3 oz.!!! I couldn't believe how big he was. It was like having Charlotte at three months old! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpXkk42e_Qw/TgQgDp6vwLI/AAAAAAAACgk/CvGMI-fxNWY/s400/jpWilliams_Birth_Certificate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Though determined to come into this world with a "Will" of Iron on no other date than his due date, he slept through the night, every night, from the first night home from the hospital...but when he started crawling and walking and learning what "no" meant...he'd 'push every button we had' so to speak, just as far as he could, as he started wobbling on unsteady feet while walking around the furniture reaching for everything in sight...then, when I'd tell him not to touch something he would keep on reaching for it even though, I would lightly swat his little hand and say 'no' over and over...it got to the point that he would reach up with one finger and get as close to the forbidden object as possible with that one long, pudgy brown finger as he'd look up at me with those huge, brown eyes...it was like a game because it was hilarious to watch, but I had to keep trying not to laugh and be stern but it was that adorably, mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he watched to see what I would do all the while, that one little index finger reaching out from his chubby fist to try to touch things he knew he shouldn't....and I knew we had our Strong-Willed Warrior! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He was a happy-go-lucky/nothing seemed to bother him kind of child...he'd play so hard that often times in the evening after his bath, sometimes even before his bath, we'd find him curled up somewhere sound asleep. Just play hard...and sleep hard...and eat hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-796fGOehAAw/S-eSbppjbwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/vdvCf_5e2ys/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+1038.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-796fGOehAAw/S-eSbppjbwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/vdvCf_5e2ys/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+1038.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuckered out after our first day at Disney Land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This little boy would grow up to be extreme in everything he set out to do! William loving sports and anything that reeked of "extreme". He didn't let things get him down very often. I only remember a handful of times when he was discouraged &amp;amp; most of that was because he wasn't allowed to get his permit at 15 &amp;amp; 1/2 years like Charlotte did...why??? Because of his strong-willed determination to take the Orange Chevy Pickup out in the middle of the night right before he could've gotten his permit...and yep...you're right...An officer that was off duty, saw the orange truck and pulled him over....when he was asked for his driver's license and registration of course he didn't have a license, just a California ID card for his banking and the truck was registered to his Dad! Instead of taking him to the precinct, the kind officer brought William home and impounded the truck he loved so much...so he had to wait until he was 18 to get his license...that was a longest 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 years of his life, he always said...but we knew if he didn't learn to be responsible, especially while driving a vehicle that could take another's life, while he was young...it would be too late to try and teach him responsibility if we gave in and let him get his permit. But even without a car he was determined to get to the places he needed to go! He worked hard and earned enough money to buy a nice mountain bike...that way if we were at work or Charlotte wasn't home to take him, Will could and would ride his bike all over creation...clear up to El Dorado Hills for swim practices and meets, train and swim for hours and ride all the way back home....Rode to Folsom Aquatics center worked as a lifeguard/swim coach with kids for eight hours a day and ride home...he wouldn't let having no car/license get him down. He would be victorious! He would win. One of his favorite songs was "You Can't Bring Me Down" by Pillar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the time he was old enough to play with G.I. Joe's...he loved his army toys the best of all, next were the Hot Wheels, then Tonka Trucks, then Legos...but his G.I. Joes and army vehicles, jets, etc. were always his favorite. He kept switching back and forth between what specialty force he wanted to be in the military when he grew up-with military posters always adorning his walls many of which are still there today! Around his 6th birthday, he was sure he wanted to be a Special Tactics fighter pilot flying a F-117 Stealth Bomber....so trying to be a good Mommy, I made a full sheet cake and cut it in the shape of his favorite toy at the time...yep the F-117 Stealth Bomber complete with fiery orange icing coming out the tail in flames!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq5KUZLXFJE/TgNg3hlCYpI/AAAAAAAACf8/_qKZZS2sdAs/s400/Wills+Sixth+BD.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Needless to say, I think it was always his favorite cake of all times! From the time he was little, he was always just about as big as Charlotte, but if he was playing too rough or she'd fall off her tricycle or skin a knee...he'd always be right there by her side, patting on her and saying..."It's okay Char-Char, be a G.I. Joe...you don't need to cry b'cuz G.I. Joe's are tuff!" He kept on saying things like that throughout the years until it became a traditional family catch-phrase "Awe, C'mon...be a G.I. Joe!" translated: "Don't freak out, it's no big deal...you'll live!" Yes, we still say it today &amp;amp; I'm sure we'll all teach it to Charlotte's itty bitty baby bump when the time comes! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will would make crazy camouflage-wear for himself to play capture the flag &amp;amp; other 'stealth' games during the warm summer and fall&amp;nbsp;nights with his cousins and friends at the old, abandoned 1800's dairy farm that used to be across the street from us on many acres, before they tore it down to put in crowded, modern, new homes-sigh...&lt;em&gt;the teens 'war-games paradise' was gone&lt;/em&gt;, but...His creations were so awesome that he'd look like a hugea black &amp;amp; green swamp monster...or some other freakishly scary creature we couldn't see until he scared the wits out of us! Even our Flat-Coat Retriever, Dolly, who LOVED William, was barking and growling at him when he came out like that!!! It was hilarious but creepy too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIkelbelrw/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/pYYygI4e6Xs/s1600/rzWill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhIkelbelrw/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/pYYygI4e6Xs/s400/rzWill.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When Delta Force become involved in the offensive in Afghanistan in 2001 after 9/11, he was on the internet every day looking up news stories about the war...it continued on through Operation Iraqi Freedom in 2003 and April of 2004 during Operation Phantom Fury...he'd follow the news reports counting down the time until he could join...And, Just two weeks before our son's tragic accident that took his life, he had taken the test to become an Army Ranger with his ultimate goal of becoming a member of the Delta Force - the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; élite army unit involved in counterterrorist operations abroad - He loved anything and everything stealth and would have made an excellent Delta Force operator for covert or reconnaissance missions...talk about both of our children living up to their names!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKqJ7tKw7ZI/SkbI_fSsPlI/AAAAAAAAAno/xk-LAfqQlcQ/s1600/CnWEditedscrRSZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKqJ7tKw7ZI/SkbI_fSsPlI/AAAAAAAAAno/xk-LAfqQlcQ/s400/CnWEditedscrRSZ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlotte's Dental College Graduation with her "Big-Little" Brother Wee-um! (as she always called him from her first time saying his name!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlotte Graduated as the Salutatorian, Just 2/10ths of a percent from the highest in her class! December 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold." Proverbs 22:1, and "A good name&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth." Ecclesiastes 7:1 KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The only thing I didn't understand was the part of the scripture verse that says how "the day of death is better than the day of one's birth" or the verse that says: "Precious in the sight of the Lord, is the death of his saints." Psalms 116:15...until recently because of this scripture: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord." ll Corinthians 5:8 KJV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, it is extremely hard to lose a child to death in such a tragic way, when we love them with all of our heart and soul...yes, it's difficult to keep on living...trying to find a new normal when all of&amp;nbsp;our hopes and dreams for our children are shattered in a just a moment of time...but instead of looking at William's death only through the eyes of this life...after five and a half years of my eyes being washed over many, many&amp;nbsp;times with the tears of grief...I am beginning to have days when my eyes are clear enough through the many washings of tears, that it has opened a new view of our son's passing by seeing this loss through the eyes of eternity...our William is no longer with us but he &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; in the presence of his Maker, his Heavenly Father...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows no suffering or heartache, he will never ever feel hurt or pain again. No cancer...no disease or sickness of any kind can touch ever him in heaven...there is no overwhelming stress from this daily thing we call life...He now dwells in the secret place of the Most High...He is walking streets of gold in the Divine presence of the One who designed and created him to share with us for 19 years. If I close my eyes, I can see our son dancing his way down streets of gold, worshipping his Maker, basking in such glorious joy and rejoicing in the light of the purest love of all with Jesus who gave His life so that our son could be saved...these are experiences that we can only dream of! He doesn't want to come back to earth...he wants us to come to heaven. So, though losing our son is so very hard to bear for we who are left here on earth grieving his death...we must remember always, that the day of his death took him out of this world of sin and into the presence of the Only, True and Wise, Almighty God...the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. One can only try to imagine what that must feel like...I think God is really lucky to have my son up there with him...I just can't wait for that great day when we can all be there together....Oh I can only imagine!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is one last thing I remember about how he&amp;nbsp;was so&amp;nbsp;determined&amp;nbsp;he would never get old...just a few weeks before his accident, when I was taking him to the DMV to report his motorcycle wreck (it wasn't bad, thank God, but it really shook him up &amp;amp; made him wake up and pay attention not only to his driving but to life as a whole and rededicating his life to God)...well, we were stopped at a red light and a very old man, who was bent almost in half with arthritis...was hobbling slowly, slowly, slowly across the street. It was so sad to watch him struggle to try to walk&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;in so much pain with&amp;nbsp;family around&amp;nbsp;to give him&amp;nbsp;a ride...William watched him the whole way and then put his hand on my arm and said to me, "Mom, I don't ever want to get old, not ever. I don't want to be like that or be sick with a stroke like Gramma Pierce or get hit by a car while walking because I'm too old to drive like Grampa Pierce was at 93...Mom I just won't ever get old...not ever,&amp;nbsp;nope, not&amp;nbsp;ever...I promise you that!" I&amp;nbsp;stopped him at once and&amp;nbsp;begged him&amp;nbsp;to, "Please&amp;nbsp;never say that again...Never say you'll never get old...Please Will, Please, because that would mean you'd have to die young and I could never bear to lose you! It would break my heart!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: x-small; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember so well the loving yet mischievous look in his eyes as he just patted my arm and said, "Don't worry Mom, I won't get old because we'll all go up to heaven in the rapture first...I didn't mean I would die young...don't worry Mom okay I'll be fine, Just be&amp;nbsp;a G.I. Joe okay? I don't want you to worry. I'll be fine!" He reached over and hugged me once more...Oh, had I been able to see into the future, just a few weeks from that day, I would have kept him with us 24/7 and never let him out of our sight...but children become young people...they go to school or work, and we cannot hold their hands forever...though I would have if I could have...I miss his "boy-hugs so very much! We love you forever and miss you till heaven our Sweet William! xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;p.s. If anyone read all the way to the end of this post, I would love for you to leave a comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtwtNvNykRk/TgQfAyDlM0I/AAAAAAAACgg/T4S7Aa5EtQU/s1600/112477427r112477439%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtwtNvNykRk/TgQfAyDlM0I/AAAAAAAACgg/T4S7Aa5EtQU/s400/112477427r112477439%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-5614486372487145882?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/5614486372487145882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-in-name.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5614486372487145882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5614486372487145882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name...'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhfYl-tU29s/TgQeSyrdsUI/AAAAAAAACgc/iGoYK2rxzQo/s72-c/Family+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-3709355453311033987</id><published>2011-06-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:28:05.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQln8AVc6M/TaVj_JNHPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/fr6yDyV4mVw/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_%252B1996.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQln8AVc6M/TaVj_JNHPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/fr6yDyV4mVw/s400/Disc_1_OHD_%252B1996.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is Father's Day &amp;amp; you should be celebrating your Dad with Charlotte...but all we have his memorials of your anniversary or your birthday...yet still at each one your Dad lets us all know how much he loves you &amp;amp; misses you &amp;amp; tells stories about the great times he had being your Dad &amp;amp; all your funny stories &amp;amp; we are missing you more than ever...You were your Dad's best buddy &amp;amp; he misses you so much...you are missing at his Father's Day dinner today. You should be with him...but God had other plans&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; my heart breaks a little more when I see&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;Dad&amp;nbsp;miss you so much...it's just not right that you are no longer with us...that you will not be here to carry on the family name&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; that your Dad was so proud to have a son...so that our name would be kept alive...&lt;br /&gt;If our love could have kept you alive...You'd be alive still, William...&lt;br /&gt;Time cannot take away the hurt - It is impossible - One cannot merely turn the page as if it were a book and begin another chapter...The wound goes too deep...the agony of loss too great to heal. Part of&amp;nbsp;our hearts and souls died when our&amp;nbsp;son died...and&amp;nbsp;we will never be the same people again...not ever, ever&amp;nbsp;be the same people that we were&amp;nbsp; before the accident...we are&amp;nbsp;forever changed. &lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;miss&amp;nbsp;our only beloved son dreadfully...I listen every day to the voicemail on my phone that he left me...calling just to tell me that he loved me...God knew I needed that message...I guess heaven needed&amp;nbsp;our son more than we&amp;nbsp;did...Is that possible? &lt;br /&gt;I think of every moment of time we had with our only son&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I count each moment as a beautiful treasure from heaven...given to us to enrich our lives! God truly blessed us with the best son in the whole world...our little brown boy....our Sweet William who was ornery&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; crazy&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; funny&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; lovable&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; silly and&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; downright cute! Oh dear God sometimes I think I will go mad with longing to have one of his "boy-hugs" again...William, we miss you so much...your crazy faces&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; your radiant white smile&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; the silly dances&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; jokes&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; pranks oh.....how can&amp;nbsp;we bear it...no more music coming out of your room...your drums and bass guitar are still and silent.....&amp;amp; soon your room will have to be packed away because we have to leave our little "House of Dreams" our very first home that has so many carvings of your initials everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;It's not right...I need to be in this our little home, to do your laundry&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; cook your meals&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; take care of you if you get sick...&amp;amp; just be your mum.....like I've always done....that is what I am supposed to do....so what do I do now? You are really truly gone&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; that is what is making me die on the inside&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; breaking my heart a little more every day...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&amp;nbsp;we loved you too much? Is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Forever loving&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; missing you sweet William,&lt;br /&gt;Pepe &amp;amp; Mums&amp;nbsp;xoxo to you in Heaven Little Brown&amp;nbsp;Boy. We love you for ever&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; miss you till heaven...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-3709355453311033987?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/3709355453311033987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3709355453311033987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3709355453311033987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-2010.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQln8AVc6M/TaVj_JNHPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/fr6yDyV4mVw/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_%252B1996.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-3794059692538646003</id><published>2011-06-14T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T02:38:16.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>I Think William Would Be Proud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw1AbtxoMp4/Tfcr6TtEmlI/AAAAAAAACfw/hvWXD7KhzeU/s1600/Rainbow+over+Alcatraz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw1AbtxoMp4/Tfcr6TtEmlI/AAAAAAAACfw/hvWXD7KhzeU/s400/Rainbow+over+Alcatraz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, June 10, 2011 began a new era in our family...in our lives. Starting a new journey that I am so hoping to really change things, all kinds of things from our lives, to our attitudes, to the way we do things. I am hoping and praying for a complete miracle...which began to take effect at 2:00 a.m. Saturday morning...the journey continues a day a time and another huge step at 5:00 a.m. Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;I know this will make William proud and will make a huge difference in our lives over the coming months. &lt;br /&gt;My only wish is that Will could be here to see the changes and most of all to see his new little niece or nephew due on January 1, 2011...but we're all praying for a December baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck and Godspeed on our new journey to learn the art of living once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-3794059692538646003?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/3794059692538646003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-william-would-be-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3794059692538646003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3794059692538646003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-william-would-be-proud.html' title='I Think William Would Be Proud...'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw1AbtxoMp4/Tfcr6TtEmlI/AAAAAAAACfw/hvWXD7KhzeU/s72-c/Rainbow+over+Alcatraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-5755871685361449657</id><published>2011-05-24T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:52:27.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak my child&apos;s name to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bereaved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grieve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Vincent Alexander Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December'/><title type='text'>A Bereaved Parent's Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQln8AVc6M/TaVj_JNHPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/fr6yDyV4mVw/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_%252B1996.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQln8AVc6M/TaVj_JNHPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/fr6yDyV4mVw/s320/Disc_1_OHD_%252B1996.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Bereaved Parent's Wish List - Taken from The Road Less Traveled...and edited to fit My Own Personal Journey&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish my son hadn't died - It should have been me in his stead.. I wish I had him back again, to love, to hold, to get his great big "boy-hugs" every day...to kiss his sun-browned cheeks.... I wish I knew what he would look like today and what he would have become when he was done "growing up". I wish he would be here in 7 months to see his new niece/nephew born...I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child, you spoke his name to me...the name we worked so long to perfect just for him...William Vincent Alexander Reynolds, when we get to tell or hear heart-warming stories about his life, then&amp;nbsp; you have allowed me to share my blessed son with you by doing so and this is all a healing part of grief. I thank you for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish you wouldn't "kill" my child again by removing his pictures, artwork, or other remembrances from your home or suggest that I should remove them from my home or his room…and please don't&amp;nbsp;criticize me when I post photos of him or express my feelings&amp;nbsp;for him or refer to special memories on his memorial sites online…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me, I do not have a plague...I need you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;5. I need diversions even though I must often avoid them because of the sheer physical pain that is so constant....but I&amp;nbsp;need &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;want to hear about you; but grieving parents also need you to hear about them, and hear stories about their child.&amp;nbsp;I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child...that you wouldn't shy away from talking about my son, my children are my favorite topic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you, too. It was nice when people would let me know things through a phone call, a card or a note, or a real big hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over in six months or even six years or sixteen years or even sixty years if I live that long. Those first months,&amp;nbsp;even the first year&amp;nbsp;were all&amp;nbsp;very traumatic for me, but I was numb and in shock and really didn't "get" the awful finality and horror&amp;nbsp;of it all until several years later when I was put on disability from my own car accidents and I only then had time to reflect and think and think about what had happened because I was no longer working 12-16 hour days 6-7 days a week just so that I wouldn't have to "think about what had happened"....so, I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over - it seems it has just truly started. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die. I will grieve for my child as long as he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am working very hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my child, and I will always grieve that he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or to "be happy".&amp;nbsp; Neither will happen for very long times so please don’t frustrate yourself by wishing me to be happy when I feel sad. Other's that have lost a child too have told me I need to "move on" or "that William wouldn't want me to be sad" but would he want me to "Forget him and go on with life as though he never lived? I CANNOT and WILL NOT do it....so please be patient with me if it is difficult for me to be happy like before or smile as much as I did before....because I feel sad and my heart is broken. And no...I hate pity and am not seeking nor do I want to have a "pity party," but I do wish you would let me grieve.&lt;br /&gt;10. I must hurt before I can heal. You cannot heal what you cannot feel.....and know the healing is a life-long process, because grieving the loss of a child lasts the rest of your life...when I lost my parents...I lost my past...when I lost my child...I lost my future with him...and the present is now a daily journey down the road called grief that I never wanted or expected to take. No parent should ever have to out-live their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable so I try to stay alone when I'm feeling that badly...but please know that I isolate myself because of the pain I am feeling over the loss of my son so that others will not be "brought down" because I am down. I am trying to be respectful of my friends and even my family&amp;nbsp;by doing this and it is not because I do not love you anymore.... Please be as patient with me as I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I say, "I'm doing okay," I wish you could understand that I don't feel okay and that I struggle daily…but I say I’m okay to spare you the details of the brokenness that I feel inside, the emptiness and depression that often flood my soul…so I say that I’m doing okay….so that I won't bring others down with me into this black hole of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and even angry at times....know it is not because of you at all...I am grieving for my only beloved son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your advice to "take one day at a time" is excellent. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle&amp;nbsp;his death even an hour at a time and sometimes even just one minute at a time…because sometimes the grief is so overwhelming that it is hard to even take a breath at times and I feel like I will suffocate under the heavy,&amp;nbsp;powerful grip of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a&amp;nbsp;huge part of me died with him. My heart has been shattered and broken into a million pieces....I am not the same person I was before my child died...and I will never be that person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I wish very much that you could understand - understand my loss and my grief, my silence and my tears, my void and my pain. But I pray daily that you will NEVER, EVER HAVE TO understand…that you will&amp;nbsp;NEVER have to know the pain of losing a child either through miscarriage, stillbirth, or death at any age….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Please know that while I will never, ever be the same person I was before my son died, I am striving everyday to obtain a “new normal” but it is long and slow in coming. Today is five years, 5 months, and 22 days since my son went missing and 5 years, 5 months, and 18 days since his car was found at the bottom of the gully on highway 49 under 8 feet of water after hitting an oak tree&amp;nbsp;and rolling the car down the ravine into that icy water on that awful December morning...No, DO NOT ask me if he was drunk or on drugs. He was not...the autopsy proved he was not and it hurts us to the very core when people ask us or even think it and tell other people that was what happened...He had only fallen asleep at the wheel on a long drive up the hill to his full time job, while in his first semester of college...he was just too tired to be driving that's all but it was enough....enough to change and break our family to pieces…..Even this long and it feels like just yesterday while at the same time feeling like it’s been a lifetime since I’ve seen his beautiful smile….had my last “boy-hug” and kissed his sun-browned cheeks….every moment of every day and sleepless nights I miss my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4icNq6Agyk/Tdupj1JMWnI/AAAAAAAACeo/eNWXbQAZgIk/s1600/unsure+385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4icNq6Agyk/Tdupj1JMWnI/AAAAAAAACeo/eNWXbQAZgIk/s320/unsure+385.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18. And last of all: Please do not tell me that I am setting my son up on a pedestal as an idol in my heart and that I am committing idolatry by doing this....I do NOT worship my son like I worship his Creator, my God…I only love my son and miss him here on earth...while I long for the day when we will all be together in Heaven with Jesus Christ and all of our family will once again be together, never to be parted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-5755871685361449657?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/05/bereaved-parents-wish-list.html' title='A Bereaved Parent&apos;s Wish List'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/5755871685361449657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/05/bereaved-parents-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5755871685361449657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5755871685361449657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/05/bereaved-parents-wish-list.html' title='A Bereaved Parent&apos;s Wish List'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQln8AVc6M/TaVj_JNHPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/fr6yDyV4mVw/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_%252B1996.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-382228964238883926</id><published>2011-04-02T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:01:15.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Oh William...My William...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcnkTqatv5M/SUHz7YiTswI/AAAAAAAAARE/thAng857MLg/s1600/I+miss+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcnkTqatv5M/SUHz7YiTswI/AAAAAAAAARE/thAng857MLg/s400/I+miss+you.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh William...My William...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums is missing you so much...My heart just hurts inside so badly that it is hard to even breathe...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder on days like today, how one can go on living day to day with a pain so deep inside...but then I know that there is One...There is God...He is my strength and hope when my heart is hurting so badly...&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are in His presence...I know that even if you could...you would not want to come back to this messed up world....I know that you are in a place of peace and joy and beauty...but it does not take the ache of missing my only beloved son away...&lt;br /&gt;Just know, Sweet William, how much your mum and dad love you...Know that we would give anything to have you back again...And if our love could have kept you alive...You'd be alive still!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh....I miss my "boy-hugs"...I just miss you and your beautiful, radiant smile...your crazy dances on top of the car on the side of the freeway while you were waiting for dad to come with a new tire to fix your flat....You danced on top of that camaro until a Highway Patrol pulled over and made you get down because you were backing up traffic for miles!!! That is just the crazy kind of things you would do to make people laugh!!! We miss you Will, so much!&lt;br /&gt;We love you with all of our hearts and souls and cannot wait to get to Heaven to be with Jesus and worship our God WITH you together again forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!! I just can't say it enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-382228964238883926?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-williammy-william.html' title='Oh William...My William...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/382228964238883926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-williammy-william.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/382228964238883926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/382228964238883926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-williammy-william.html' title='Oh William...My William...'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcnkTqatv5M/SUHz7YiTswI/AAAAAAAAARE/thAng857MLg/s72-c/I+miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-4131513395649667403</id><published>2011-03-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:21:05.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They Say There is a Reason Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><title type='text'>Celebrating William's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Yix-aFIMwfo/TYKWYSvF78I/AAAAAAAACaY/EDrZ4YzR8vk/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+1716.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Yix-aFIMwfo/TYKWYSvF78I/AAAAAAAACaY/EDrZ4YzR8vk/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+1716.png" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say there is a reason,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say that time will heal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But neither time nor reason,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will change the way I feel,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For no-one knows the heartache,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That lies behind our smiles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No-one knows how many times,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have broken down and cried,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We want to tell you something,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there won't be any doubt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're so wonderful to think of,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But so hard to be without. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking of you today William...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembering your smile, your &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughter, your crazy faces and silly, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazier dances...your talent, your &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strength, your sheer love of life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and zest for living...Today, I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebrating who you are within &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mother's heart....it is hard, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it is very beautiful too...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you forever and miss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you till heaven! xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-4131513395649667403?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrating-williams-life.html' title='Celebrating William&apos;s Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/4131513395649667403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrating-williams-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4131513395649667403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4131513395649667403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrating-williams-life.html' title='Celebrating William&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Yix-aFIMwfo/TYKWYSvF78I/AAAAAAAACaY/EDrZ4YzR8vk/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1716.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6308913033672771810</id><published>2011-03-11T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:18:05.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little brown boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>All Through The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z-7JOQjwOKc/TXqVlfL48jI/AAAAAAAACaU/02tGOpZb3JM/s1600/words.bikeedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z-7JOQjwOKc/TXqVlfL48jI/AAAAAAAACaU/02tGOpZb3JM/s400/words.bikeedit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my Sweet William…Mum is missing you so badly. My heart hurts with such a searing pain that it feels like knife twisting and slashing over and over and over…My heart is breaking…my soul is brought to the dust…I just want to die right now and go to heaven…me and dad and Char and be with you and Jesus forever..I’m hurting so bad I don’t know what to do…I cry out to God for help…for mercy…but when I cried for His mercy when they found your car underwater….no mercy came….like I feel today….that no matter how hard I cry out to Jesus…no matter how hard I pray…no mercy comes…no relief from the heart-wrenching pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to smile for you….to be there for your Dad and Charlotte because I know how bad they are hurting too…oh dear God….why, why, why did it all have to happen this way…I cry out in my pain and grief…tears rush down my face like a river…Dear God forgive me for questioning your deity, your sovereignty…your decision to take William home even in such a horrible, tragic car accident...for you are the God that gives and takes away…God I’m so sorry. I know my little brown boy is in a better place but that can’t take away the grief and hurt inside of me…it is paralyzing me…I couldn't even think about anything else anymore as the&amp;nbsp;5 year anniversary of the day he went missing came and went this past Christmas of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I think of the days we spent fasting and praying and searching so hard for our son….it all comes back like a nightmare to scream over and over through my mind…never ending until I am overcome with weeping…Weeping is supposed to endure through the night and joy is supposed to come in the morning…this is the longest night I have ever lived…just over five&amp;nbsp;years now…is it really true that it has been that long since we have seen our Sweet William? Is it really possible that it is really five years already???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like just&amp;nbsp;yesterday since I last saw your radiant smile and hugged you and told you I loved you and yet it feels like&amp;nbsp;an eternity at the same time,&amp;nbsp;since I was able to hold you and kiss your brown cheeks.…I miss you Will, more than mere words can even convey…I love you so much…you and Charlotte both…my two beacons of light and joy in this world…our two children…Maybe we loved too much and that is why God took you? To test our love for Him if He took someone we loved so dearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so fearful that we will lose Charlotte too…I get so afraid that God will take Charlotte or your Dad from me too…I know it is wrong to worry about that so much…but I cannot help it. The fear is overwhelming that something will happen to them too….Dear God…please tell William that I love him and that I cannot wait to leave this life and get to heaven to be there with you, my God, and be with my son William again forever. And in the meantime…Dear God…have mercy…spare the rest of my family…and heal my torn and broken heart so that once again I can smile for my Sweet William…please…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6308913033672771810?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-through-night.html' title='All Through The Night'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6308913033672771810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-through-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6308913033672771810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6308913033672771810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-through-night.html' title='All Through The Night'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z-7JOQjwOKc/TXqVlfL48jI/AAAAAAAACaU/02tGOpZb3JM/s72-c/words.bikeedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7542970560445178962</id><published>2010-12-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:06:51.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><title type='text'>I Love You Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TQGnOxFHWsI/AAAAAAAACW8/SHkOp-xZr08/s1600/rzETlight2009DEC25-DSC_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TQGnOxFHWsI/AAAAAAAACW8/SHkOp-xZr08/s400/rzETlight2009DEC25-DSC_0039.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you forever my Sweet William.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I say it all the time, but it is so true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You filled our lives with such sunshine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and joy...I'm so glad we still have Charlotte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with us, I cannot even imagine if she had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken you to work that day and you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had both been snatched away from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us in the blink of an eye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is with you always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just cannot wait to get to heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love you forever and always&amp;nbsp;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss you more than mere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;words can convey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever loving you and missing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your beautiful radiant smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mums &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxoxo to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7542970560445178962?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you-forever.html' title='I Love You Forever'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7542970560445178962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7542970560445178962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7542970560445178962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you-forever.html' title='I Love You Forever'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TQGnOxFHWsI/AAAAAAAACW8/SHkOp-xZr08/s72-c/rzETlight2009DEC25-DSC_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-8483970165314990109</id><published>2010-12-08T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:16:50.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet William'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Broken Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broken hearts are not&amp;nbsp;created or made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they just happen...like life happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I live day in and day out with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a heart that is broken in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;millions of pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Jesus can heal the blind eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he can make the lame walk, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he can raise the dead, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he can heal the leper, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he can&amp;nbsp;free those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;opressed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he can stop the issue of blood, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he can calm the raging sea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he has done all these things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then just maybe he will mend my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;broken heart too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The question is...does he want to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am missing you William, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more than words can say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;missing the fun you infused into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our family and all of the things you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would do to make us laugh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just miss you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I cannot have you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so Lord Jesus, please &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take us all up there instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-8483970165314990109?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/broken-hearts.html' title='Broken Hearts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/8483970165314990109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/broken-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/8483970165314990109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/8483970165314990109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/broken-hearts.html' title='Broken Hearts'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-3337066063181172317</id><published>2010-12-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:15:52.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Vincent Alexander Reynolds'/><title type='text'>A Blog Post From William's Friend on 12/5/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPstknPz10I/AAAAAAAABig/UoCJ79X1RcE/s1600/12.2.05+Wills+Accident.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPstknPz10I/AAAAAAAABig/UoCJ79X1RcE/s400/12.2.05+Wills+Accident.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this blog that was posted by one of William's friends from the very&amp;nbsp;day we found William after four days of searching for our only beloved son...The shock is still unreal...the loss unbearable...without the Lord to help us I know we would not be here today....Please help us to pray that we can make it throughout this coming holiday season and the anniversary of the accident...December 2nd through the 5th...the day&amp;nbsp;he was finally found.....We miss our son...our lil brown boy....our Sweet William beyond what mere words can say....I love you so much Will....xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo mums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Post From one of William's Friends&amp;nbsp;dated: Monday, December 05, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P William Vincent Alexander Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: numb, and sad, and shocked beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category: My Friend is Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles From NEWS 10:&lt;br /&gt;Missing Roseville Teen Killed in Car Crash, Coroner Confirms:&lt;br /&gt;The body recovered from a submerged car late Monday afternoon was that of 19-year-old William Reynolds, the Nevada County coroner confirmed today.&lt;br /&gt;Reynolds' family, extended family, numerous friends, as well as detectives with the Roseville Police Department had been searching for him in the areas between his home and his workplace and were in the area near Lake of the Pines nearby when the car was found by Cal Trans workers. The family was told by the California Highway Patrol that they could not go to the accident site due to the severity of the crash and the car being found submerged under eight feet of water in a tributary of the Bear River. Traffic was snarled for several hours while the CHP and the Nevada County Sheriff's Department's dive rescue team responded to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;Relatives reported Reynolds missing to the Roseville Police Department on Friday afternoon. He was last seen at about 6:30 Friday morning when he left his residence borrowing his girlfriend's blue Chevrolet Camaro (his motorcycle being in the shop) to go work at the Dark Horse Golf Course near Auburn. His family said he had overslept and was late for work. A CHP officer reported seeing a similar car traveling at a higher rate of speed the posted limit on Interstate 80 east of Highway 49, but did not attempt to pull the driver over. No comment was given by the officer regarding his decision not to make a traffic stop.&lt;br /&gt;Reynolds was supposed to pick up his girlfriend (since he had borrowed her car) at 5 p.m. Friday but never showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-News 10-&lt;br /&gt;Roseville Police Department spokesperson Dee Dee Gunther says authorities have recovered what appears to be the body of a Roseville teen missing since last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Late Monday afternoon a Cal Trans crew spotted pieces of what appeared to be a blue car and then a car door, which led to a vehicle submerged in water off State Route 49, near Street Road in Nevada County. The crash site is a few miles west of Lake of the Pines. The California Highway Patrol and the Nevada County Sheriff's Department's dive rescue team responded to the scene. Several hours later, crews pulled up the vehicle, a blue Chevrolet Camaro with a license plate matching the vehicle operated by missing 19-year-old William Reynolds. Inside of the Camaro was a body carrying Reynolds' identification.&lt;br /&gt;William Reynolds' family and a numerous search crew, including detectives from the Roseville Police Department, and CHP helicopters had been searching for him in the area for four days, were nearby the site of the crash at the time of the recovery.&lt;br /&gt;Family members reported Reynolds missing to the Roseville Police Department on Friday. He was last seen at approximately 6:30 a.m. Friday, when he left his residence in Roseville, in his girlfriend's blue Chevrolet Camaro, en route to work at Dark Horse Golf Course in the Auburn area. It was said he had overslept and was late for work. A CHP officer reported seeing a similar car traveling within the speed limit, but swerving erratically on Interstate 80 just east of Highway 49. There is no information, from the CHP officer at this time, for failing to pull the driver over. An investigation is being conducted.&lt;br /&gt;The CHP's Grass Valley office is investigating what appears to be a single car, traffic-related fatality due to the driver, William Reynolds, falling asleep at the wheel. An autopsy is being conducted which will determine probable cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-News 10-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, William Vincent Alexander Reynolds, was an amazing guy. He was a body builder and a talented musician, and had a wonderful smile. Those teeth were so beautiful. He had every girl tripping in their shoes! His smile and his love was to his family and his girlfriend Erica. He fell in love with her on the first date! I was with them on my sister's birthday. I sat by Erica and she sat next to William. We had a great time laughing and joking. I know so many stories about this wonderful guy that I think he is still with us, till this day and forever!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU WILLIAM AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jen, for posting your feelings and thoughts about our Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-3337066063181172317?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post-from-williams-friend-on-12505.html' title='A Blog Post From William&apos;s Friend on 12/5/05'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/3337066063181172317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post-from-williams-friend-on-12505.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3337066063181172317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3337066063181172317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post-from-williams-friend-on-12505.html' title='A Blog Post From William&apos;s Friend on 12/5/05'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPstknPz10I/AAAAAAAABig/UoCJ79X1RcE/s72-c/12.2.05+Wills+Accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-8953298226415505447</id><published>2010-12-03T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:07:19.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stunned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grieve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Day 2...Missing Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPmhONnfo_I/AAAAAAAABic/HdF7Dcd_02o/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPmhONnfo_I/AAAAAAAABic/HdF7Dcd_02o/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am missing you today…just like every day that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goes by without you. It is hard to make it through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each one of them, missing you like I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wish things didn’t turn out the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they did…I wonder why it had to happen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve read that God will not put on us more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than we can bear….is that really true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then why does it hurt so badly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is my heart breaking like it is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can’t I be strong and get through this??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I will never get over it…like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone told me to do – I could not believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it when someone told me that it had been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;long enough and I should have gotten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over it by now? I will miss you as long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as you are gone...I will grieve for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you as until we are all in Heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still stunned and in a state &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of shock…and I still cannot believe that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are really gone from us forever in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this life….I just want to hug my only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;son one more time…Please God, Tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my William that I love him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with all of my heart…please…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-8953298226415505447?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2missing-will.html' title='Day 2...Missing Will'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/8953298226415505447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2missing-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/8953298226415505447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/8953298226415505447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2missing-will.html' title='Day 2...Missing Will'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPmhONnfo_I/AAAAAAAABic/HdF7Dcd_02o/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-3122264983679551954</id><published>2010-12-02T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:37:52.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPhJlxyUylI/AAAAAAAABiY/iw0Bmo95YI8/s1600/words.bikeedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPhJlxyUylI/AAAAAAAABiY/iw0Bmo95YI8/s400/words.bikeedit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If our love could have kept you alive...You'd be alive still, William.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time cannot take away the hurt - It is impossible - One cannot merely turn the page as if it were a book and begin another chapter...The wound goes too deep...the agony of loss too great to heal. Part of my heart and soul died when my son died...and I will never be the same person again. Yes, the Lord has helped me recently...to be able to have a measure of peace, where once I knew no peace at all...and for this I am eternally grateful...but I will never, ever be the same person I was before the accident...I am forever changed. I miss my only beloved son dreadfully...I listen every day to the voicemail on my phone that he left me...calling just to tell me that he loved me...God knew I needed that message...I guess heaven needed my son more than I did...Is that possible? I think of every moment of time we had with our only son and I count each moment as a beautiful treasure from heaven...given to us to enrich our lives! God truly blessed us with the best son in the whole world...our little brown boy....our Sweet William who was ornery and crazy and funny and lovable and silly and just downright cute! Oh dear God sometimes I think I will go mad with longing to have one of his "boy-hugs" again...William, I miss you so much...your crazy faces and your radiant white smile and the silly dances and jokes and pranks oh.....how can I bear it...no more music coming out of your room...your drums and bass guitar are still and silent.....&lt;br /&gt;It's not right...I need to do your laundry and cook your meals and take care of you if you get sick...and just be your mum.....like I've always done....that is what I am supposed to do....so what do I do now? Charlotte is married....and I still try to take care of her.....but she is kind of gone too...but you are really truly gone and that is what is making me die on the inside and breaking my heart a little more every day...Maybe I loved you too much? Is there such a thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever loving and missing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you sweet William,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mums &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ xoxo to you in heaven ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-3122264983679551954?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-years-ago-today.html' title='Five Years Ago Today...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/3122264983679551954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3122264983679551954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/3122264983679551954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-years-ago-today.html' title='Five Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPhJlxyUylI/AAAAAAAABiY/iw0Bmo95YI8/s72-c/words.bikeedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6139067171838315629</id><published>2010-11-28T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:51:57.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priceless treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet William'/><title type='text'>Missing My Only Beloved Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPNa36Rw-uI/AAAAAAAABiU/VOIS4rMbVTQ/s1600/sandILY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPNa36Rw-uI/AAAAAAAABiU/VOIS4rMbVTQ/s400/sandILY.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is broken ... I cannot sleep tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories of the past fill my mind, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy days when our son was still alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and with us...Holidays, when we were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all together and chain of our family love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was not broken. My heart cries in silence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while I try to smile for my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beloved husband and daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my son with all my heart and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nothing can ever heal the hurt ...it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a scorching, hot pain that will never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will love you always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sweet William.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every moment with you were with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us is saved in our hearts, every single &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;memory is a priceless treasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you always, with all my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heart. I will never have peace again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until we are all come together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again in heaven with our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heavenly Father...all of our family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together once more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only this time it will be forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6139067171838315629?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6139067171838315629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-my-only-beloved-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6139067171838315629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6139067171838315629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-my-only-beloved-son.html' title='Missing My Only Beloved Son'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TPNa36Rw-uI/AAAAAAAABiU/VOIS4rMbVTQ/s72-c/sandILY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7195102644526191184</id><published>2010-09-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:12:16.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To YOU in Heaven, Sweet William!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNRplUAKiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-N_e4bybNpA/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNRplUAKiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-N_e4bybNpA/s320/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Sweet William....I just love you so much and miss you more than words can say ~ Today is your birthday and you would have been 24 years old today....I wonder how tall you would have been by now? Would your looks have changed very much? I can only imagine that you would have only gotten more handsome as each day passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZNVUCYA6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/kNrqHCnB9M0/s1600/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZNVUCYA6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/kNrqHCnB9M0/s320/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going through some really hard times right now and for them to be happening on your birthday is just awful...but we are all trying to remember the good times, the fun times...the crazy times...the happy times and there were more of those than anything else...beautiful golden memories that can keep us in these times of trouble and during your birthdays and holidays and on the awful anniversary of the day you went missing and all those days of searching that followed and then the shock and numbness and pain of what happened after that...But Today....TODAY is your birthday...and we celebrate the life you lived to the fullest...your extreme vibrant life and how you made each moment count~ We love you tons and bunches to eternity and back again and then some more! I love you with all of my heart and soul...and miss you more than I can say...Charlotte and your Dad and all the rest of the family and your friends miss you too, lil brown boy...it's Just YOUR Day and we will celebrate with a release of 24 balloons filled with messages of love and memories of&amp;nbsp;you...because it is YOUR BIRTHDAY&amp;nbsp; and we LOVE and MISS YOU so very much our dear Sweet William~ Happy Birthday to you in Heaven my Son...it must be better than any birthday you ever had here on earth...of that I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving you forever missing....you until we can meet again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pepe, Mums, Charlotte and Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7195102644526191184?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-you-in-heaven-sweet.html' title='Happy Birthday To YOU in Heaven, Sweet William!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7195102644526191184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-you-in-heaven-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7195102644526191184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7195102644526191184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-you-in-heaven-sweet.html' title='Happy Birthday To YOU in Heaven, Sweet William!'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNRplUAKiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-N_e4bybNpA/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6703750417237337482</id><published>2010-09-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:31:50.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casting Crowns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavenly Orchestra'/><title type='text'>Your Life-Song Sings To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your Life-Song Sings To Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_qpYJpRjI/AAAAAAAABOg/aMOWgFnbWpg/s1600/resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_qpYJpRjI/AAAAAAAABOg/aMOWgFnbWpg/s400/resized.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamed a dream last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw a place that looked like it could be heaven, Will, but you could not see me. Heaven did not seem like what I expected...You know...clouds in the sky, angels with harps. It was a city though...A beautiful city. Of course there were golden streets. There were mansions. There were beautiful flowers and trees. Everywhere the eyes could see, there was more beauty than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had ever imagined possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_1iwOx8ZI/AAAAAAAABOw/_12J9WygDp0/s1600/rzMusic-66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_1iwOx8ZI/AAAAAAAABOw/_12J9WygDp0/s400/rzMusic-66.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was when I saw you William...You were sitting at the feet of Jesus. He held out his hands to you...that was when I noticed in the palms of his hands there were horrible nail scars...Oh they looked brutal and ragged. But he showed you the scars, And this is what he said to you, "William, my son, I received these scars willingly for you...Because my love for you knows no bounds. I knew that with the scars on my body and the blood that I shed, I would be able to purchase your salvation...These scars allow you to be here in heaven with me forever...But now I have a job for you to do. I want you to join our heavenly orchestra. I want you to make music like you only dreamed of being able to play down when you lived on earth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_1xiISqCI/AAAAAAAABO4/JH2R6o2ugVg/s1600/rzjprzWills+Drums.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_1xiISqCI/AAAAAAAABO4/JH2R6o2ugVg/s400/rzjprzWills+Drums.17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He then led you to the center of heaven where there was a magnificent huge courtyard that was right before the throne of the Almighty God. It was there I saw musical instruments of every imaginable kind and some I have never seen before...There were already many people playing...He showed you to your very own special spot that he had been saving just for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_2EcbUDWI/AAAAAAAABPA/yfvy6fuHmRU/s1600/rz1Music-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_2EcbUDWI/AAAAAAAABPA/yfvy6fuHmRU/s400/rz1Music-35.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He placed you there and then he laid his nail-scarred hands on your head and blessed you to play in heaven's orchestra..."Play my son," he said, "Play with all of your heart and soul...Play like you have never even dreamed of playing before. Your music will be to worship the Almighty God, The Prince of Peace, The Everlasting Father...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because when you play with all of your heart for me in Heaven...I will also be sending comfort to your loved ones that were left behind who miss you so very much...Your Life-Song will sing to them in the darkest times of their sadness. It will bring them hope of that beautiful tomorrow when you will all be with me here in Paradise...all together once again!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With these words from the Prince of Peace, my dream was coming to an end as William joined in with the heavenly orchestra and began to play the most beautiful heavenly music I have ever heard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_3BLJTvcI/AAAAAAAABPI/-8VHfIU9LQs/s1600/rz12Will.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_3BLJTvcI/AAAAAAAABPI/-8VHfIU9LQs/s400/rz12Will.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wish I could hear it every day...But now I can think about this beautiful dream and know that William is playing up there in Heaven with all of his heart and soul before the King of Kings...and that The Prince of Peace is using that music to bring comfort to we who are left behind...William's Life-Song sings to me...to us...until we meet again in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU FOREVER LIL BROWN BOY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_3VxyaPoI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ay80DN5si7s/s1600/rz11aWillsBeautifulSmile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TI_3VxyaPoI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ay80DN5si7s/s400/rz11aWillsBeautifulSmile.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your Life-Song Sings To Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wake me up when September ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Day'/><title type='text'>Not Just September...Wake Me Up When December Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The words of this song...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TIORrXxLbfI/AAAAAAAABOY/cItp_zXQbUo/s1600/no+more+laughter.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TIORrXxLbfI/AAAAAAAABOY/cItp_zXQbUo/s400/no+more+laughter.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wake Me Up When September Ends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me should read...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wake Me Up When December Ends"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could just go to sleep today and wake up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in January or perhaps not wake up at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just fly away to heaven...my whole family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just all of us fly away to heaven right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life would be so much easier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my son so very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss his laughter and his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, radiant smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the perfect circle of our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family...always together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hearts full of love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you Sweet William&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is broken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life can never, ever be the same again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My desire is for all of us to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be all together in Heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-just-septemberwake-me-up-when.html' title='Not Just September...Wake Me Up When December Ends'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TIORrXxLbfI/AAAAAAAABOY/cItp_zXQbUo/s72-c/no+more+laughter.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6868976244195879328</id><published>2010-07-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:39:12.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A River Runs Through It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norman Macneal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norman Maclean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shradh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><title type='text'>Whispers From The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TD8yWRKQs-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RwfKTKO-8SU/s1600/RZedWhispers.From.The.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TD8yWRKQs-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RwfKTKO-8SU/s400/RZedWhispers.From.The.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My son, my son, my only beloved son...I sat outside in the darkness...listening to the sounds of the night...hearing water running in the backyard of our neighbor's&amp;nbsp;fountain...seeing the stars glittering in the blackness of the night sky where no moon was visible...as considered apt for performing &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Shradh&lt;/span&gt; to honor the death of parents and relatives in the traditional Hindu religion...the death of my son....my only beloved son. No, I am not Hindu, nor was I performing &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Shradh&lt;/span&gt;...I was just outside alone in the night thinking, meditating, praying and remembering the other dark nights...the ones we spent searching for you, my son.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I finished reading the book "A River Runs Through It And Other Stories" by Norman &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Maclean&lt;/span&gt;. Some things reminded me of you, William, but mostly it was the river...the water...picturing in my mind the ebb and flow of the light on the water such as it was the day I went up to Devil's Falls, and it made me think of the words by Norman &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Maclean&lt;/span&gt; as he stated, "Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."&lt;br /&gt;I am not just haunted by the waters and the words that belong to them...but by what lay under the waters for four days waiting to be found, to be rescued...those waters&amp;nbsp;certainly have words that belong only to them, though as your mum...I&amp;nbsp;have a desperate need&amp;nbsp;to know what your last words were as you struggled to get free...they are mine, they do not belong to the river....and they will haunt me forever.&lt;br /&gt;For now...just know that I love you forever&amp;nbsp;and miss you desperately, William, my only beloved son.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my mother's heart and soul...I wish you were still with us...I'd gladly give my life, my all to have you alive...but I wasn't given the choice...so for the rest of my life....I will listen closely for the Whispers From The Water...that someday they will become clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TD9GmOE2BbI/AAAAAAAAA7g/61aB0LiZmv8/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+2017.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TD9GmOE2BbI/AAAAAAAAA7g/61aB0LiZmv8/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+2017.png" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My William at 16 Years Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6868976244195879328?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/07/whispers-from-water.html' title='Whispers From The Water'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6868976244195879328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/07/whispers-from-water.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6868976244195879328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6868976244195879328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/07/whispers-from-water.html' title='Whispers From The Water'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TD8yWRKQs-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RwfKTKO-8SU/s72-c/RZedWhispers.From.The.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-4795882378714092321</id><published>2010-07-02T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:12:53.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling To Pieces</title><content type='html'>I'm so desperately bummed and feeling like I'm literally falling apart even more, lately...no one reads this journal, so it doesn't matter if I speak without holding anything back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to you in person, my son, you were always so positive and helping others get up out of the rut. I'm stuck in that rut...very deeply in that rut and can't seem to get out...don't feel like I have the strength to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to tell you how much I love you and miss you my only beloved son...not many around me understand, and I've been staying home from the mother's meetings, because between the pain it takes to go out and the emotional pain, I just don't want to bring anyone else down...so it seems better for me to stay home as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything I've ever known and held on to is falling apart....literally falling to pieces to match the shattered pieces of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and ever...you and Charlotte and your Dad...you are my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-4795882378714092321?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/4795882378714092321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-to-pieces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4795882378714092321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4795882378714092321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-to-pieces.html' title='Falling To Pieces'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-5726533017550217861</id><published>2010-06-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:15:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Would Have Wanted To Be There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TCigfDSFrwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lWI-InCRFUs/s1600/License+Plate+4+Will.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TCigfDSFrwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lWI-InCRFUs/s320/License+Plate+4+Will.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Dearest Son, &lt;br /&gt;Dad and Charlotte went camping with Josh and some others for the weekend. Yesterday they went white-water rafting...I know you would have loved to go...&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to go, even if only to take pictures of Dad and Char's first adventure into white-water rafting...but I wasn't asked to go...I know it's probably because of my physical condition, but it would have been nice to be asked anyway...it hurts. I'm alone too much. I'm not whining, just being honest and stating the facts as they are, because I've vowed to always tell the truth...even if it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;I love you for always, I'll remember your beautiful, radiant smile and happy, joyful, crazy disposition...You will always be: Forever in my heart....Mums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-5726533017550217861?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/5726533017550217861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-would-have-wanted-to-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5726533017550217861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5726533017550217861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-would-have-wanted-to-be-there.html' title='You Would Have Wanted To Be There'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/TCigfDSFrwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lWI-InCRFUs/s72-c/License+Plate+4+Will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-5886300222464622146</id><published>2010-05-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:30:51.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troops'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day: May 31, 2010</title><content type='html'>This day is May 31, Memorial Day 2010. It is a holiday set aside to honor and remember all of the soldiers from the beginning of the start for the War of Independence from England in the 1700's to our present day soldiers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family stands behind every soldier and keeps them in our prayers daily. We appreciate so very much their service to our country...many who gave years of their lives and many who gave their all...their very lives to protect and keep America free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts our with all of our soldiers and their families. May God bless and keep you every day of your lives and keep you all safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;son, William Vincent Alexander Reynolds, who always dreamed of becoming a soldier of the United States of America from the time he was a tiny little boy...so for us, it is Memorial Day every day for our family, since he took his test to join the Army Rangers just days before the tragic accident which&amp;nbsp;took his life when he had just turned 19 years old...he would have made one heck of a soldier...of this we, his family are sure and confident. If only he'd had the chance. We look at the walls of his room covered in posters of all the divisions of the military special forces units...and we know beyond a shadow of a doubt...our son would have been a soldier to be proud of...he was already training himself physically to be ready for basic training. We remember how hard he worked out and how healthy he was. We&amp;nbsp; love you William...You are forever in our hearts and minds...and we miss you more than we can even say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless our troops, and this country the Great Country, the&amp;nbsp;United States of America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-5886300222464622146?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/5886300222464622146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-may-31-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5886300222464622146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5886300222464622146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-may-31-2010.html' title='Memorial Day: May 31, 2010'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-1833942317724860207</id><published>2010-05-20T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:03:47.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aura of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immortality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alive'/><title type='text'>The Aura Of Life</title><content type='html'>We&amp;nbsp;found something today...it seems to be so fitting, we could not let it pass us by...It says in words, just how we feel without you by our sides. Mums...I feel this especially true when it comes to our chilren, because afterall, one never expects their child to pass on before one does as a parent.&amp;nbsp; XOXO To You In Heaven Sweet William ~ Mums ~&lt;br /&gt;"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;By: Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Proust, 7/10/1871 - 12/18/1922, was a French novelist, critic and essayist best known for his monumental À la recherche &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; temps &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;perdu&lt;/span&gt; (In Search of Lost Time; earlier translated as Remembrance of Things Past). It was published in seven parts between 1913 and 1927.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-1833942317724860207?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/aura-of-life.html' title='The Aura Of Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/1833942317724860207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/aura-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/1833942317724860207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/1833942317724860207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/aura-of-life.html' title='The Aura Of Life'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-1225728872845419219</id><published>2010-05-16T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:15:30.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiant smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet William'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='together'/><title type='text'>Families Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest William, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Dad and Charlotte and I were able to spend the afternoon and evening with your Uncle Les, Aunt Sherry, Stacie, your best bud and Cousin Clayton and his new wife Sarah...only you were missing...after all...you were always the life of the party, playing jokes and your laughter and that radiant smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want you to know that you were missed, my lil brown boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our very own Sweet William who could also be so mischievous while you were growing up...I just wanted to say that though I was so happy to be spending time with them...I was still missing you in my mum's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All&amp;nbsp;our love to you forever...You are forever in our hearts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO to you in Heaven, Our WillMan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Pepe (aka Dad), Mum &amp;amp; Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-1225728872845419219?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/families-together.html' title='Families Together'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/1225728872845419219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/families-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/1225728872845419219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/1225728872845419219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/families-together.html' title='Families Together'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7380963538547554054</id><published>2010-05-09T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:51:15.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little brown boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet William'/><title type='text'>Missing My Lil Brown Boy On Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S-eSbppjbwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/nISYn-z0MZE/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+1038.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S-eSbppjbwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/nISYn-z0MZE/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+1038.png" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I went up to your place, my son, and looked all about at folks leaving flowers and balloons, paying tribute to their mothers...but I was paying tribute to the tender loving, yet totally extreme memories of my only beloved son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Missing you is the hardest thing I've ever lived through in my life...Holding the heart and hand of a little baby....and letting go of the hand of a handsome young man in the prime of his life. My heart will never heal from the pain of losing you, my son...I will always remember how much joy and happiness you brought to our family, what a pleasure your presence brought to our home...what a wonderful brother, best friend, and protector of your sister that you were...she told us that she didn't just lose her brother, but she lost her best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We spent the time together today....just Charlotte, your dad and I the three of us together...and how much we missed your happy, radiant smile...it's just not the same with you gone and never will be again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Charlotte misses you so much too...she doesn't have another brother or sister to turn to...you were always there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I love you Sweet William, with all the love a Mother's Heart can hold...Forever and ever to eternity and back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; to you in heaven, my only beloved son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever Young, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever In Our Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7380963538547554054?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-my-lil-brown-boy-on-mothers-day.html' title='Missing My Lil Brown Boy On Mother&apos;s Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7380963538547554054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-my-lil-brown-boy-on-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7380963538547554054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7380963538547554054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-my-lil-brown-boy-on-mothers-day.html' title='Missing My Lil Brown Boy On Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S-eSbppjbwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/nISYn-z0MZE/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1038.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-8909075448828185335</id><published>2010-05-03T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:35:20.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Big-Headed People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Up again...late at night...with only my memories for company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sweet memories of my babies...their first smiles, first teeth, first step, first word...all those first things, locked carefully away in my mother's heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm missing you so much our Lil Brown Boy...found a lot of your pictures and cards and schoolwork while your dad and I are going through the mountain of bins of paperwork to sort/file/shred...but we had to stop when we came upon those treasured memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am so thankful that I was chosen to be your mother...and that God chose you to be my son. I've so many precious, tender, loving memories as well as many wild and crazy ones about you too, Sweet William. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm missing you, my only son...missing you terribly....so I drew a picture on the bathroom hall of one of your pictures of those 'big-headed' people with the wildest hair...they were all just a big head, with wild hair, circles for eyes and big grins and a ton of long uneven legs...it made my heart smile through the tears. I don't care if it is in the front bathroom that guests would use....it makes me smile every time I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I love you forever and with all of my heart, to eternity and back again and then some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Can't wait until we are all re-united again as a perfect, happy family...Forever loving you, my son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mums &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; to you up in Heaven my Will-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-8909075448828185335?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-headed-people.html' title='Big-Headed People'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/8909075448828185335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-headed-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/8909075448828185335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/8909075448828185335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-headed-people.html' title='Big-Headed People'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-327817605644525682</id><published>2010-04-20T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:59:29.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little boy blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seize the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goofy'/><title type='text'>My Goofy, Funny, Loveable Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S81uRTunyII/AAAAAAAAA4E/LyIow1HUdUk/s1600/Disc_1_OHD_+1716.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S81uRTunyII/AAAAAAAAA4E/LyIow1HUdUk/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+1716.png" width="330" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Goofy, Funny, Loveable Son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Vincent Alexander Reynolds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Our Will-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You held the world in your hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You knew you could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So maybe I, too, can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You seized the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;No holds barred...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You made your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You never looked&amp;nbsp;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You forged ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Determined to win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The losses you shed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Knowing&amp;nbsp;loss would hold you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You let&amp;nbsp;it go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;New courage you found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You lived your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You lived it well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You made us proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Your story we tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We live each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Your&amp;nbsp;laughter in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We seek to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and learn and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The joy you found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In each new day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We love you Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You are forever young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever in our hearts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;~ Forever Will ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;XOXO to you in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My Sweet William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You will always be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Little Boy Blue...Yet at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My Lil Brown Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I just wish with all of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;that I could hug you again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Someday soon ~ I know I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I felt and saw it in my dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;on Sunday 4/18/2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-327817605644525682?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-goofy-funny-loveable-son.html' title='My Goofy, Funny, Loveable Son'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/327817605644525682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-goofy-funny-loveable-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/327817605644525682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/327817605644525682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-goofy-funny-loveable-son.html' title='My Goofy, Funny, Loveable Son'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S81uRTunyII/AAAAAAAAA4E/LyIow1HUdUk/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1716.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7475360006267640939</id><published>2010-03-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:54:20.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Reynolds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Vincent Alexander Reynolds'/><title type='text'>Waiting For That Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S6RGiz7tAjI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iDjUppNesrA/s1600-h/RZD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S6RGiz7tAjI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iDjUppNesrA/s400/RZD.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The last post took every bit of strength out of me as I had to face the reality of our loss...I've taken weeks just to recover enough from that post to try my hand at another....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Right now all I can say is I miss you with all of my mother's heart, my only beloved son, William Vincent Alexander Reynolds...our little brown boy...our WillMan. You were always the very best son anyone could ask for and all you have made so proud of you in everything you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We just love and miss you so much that it's hard to just face living without your radiant smile....yet I know we must go on, until we can all meet together in heaven someday....that day cannot come soon enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We love you to eternity and back again and then some more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever in our hearts....Forever Loved....Forever Young....Forever Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xoxo to heaven from Pepe, Mums and Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7475360006267640939?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-for-that-day.html' title='Waiting For That Day...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7475360006267640939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-for-that-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7475360006267640939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7475360006267640939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-for-that-day.html' title='Waiting For That Day...'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S6RGiz7tAjI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iDjUppNesrA/s72-c/RZD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-241191108444237784</id><published>2010-02-18T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:06:08.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART IS BREAKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S33vQ2piVQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/39g6nVNtJfg/s1600-h/12.2.05+Wills+Accident.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S33vQ2piVQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/39g6nVNtJfg/s400/12.2.05+Wills+Accident.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How could this be all that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;left of the car you were driving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear God my heart hurts so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tonight...the memory and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;of it all is just crushing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;very life breath out of me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel that I just cannot bear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you so much...the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;inside of me is unbearable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It is smothering me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still cannot believe that horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;accident really happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I cannot believe you are really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;truly gone from us...my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;won't believe it...it still seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you are just away on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;road trip on your street bike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;back patio and there is your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;bike and I weep and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pain inside of me is unbearable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We were such a close knit family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;like Charlotte told me the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;day...we had the perfect family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and then the accident had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;happen and ruined it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What are we going to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;without you Will??? Without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;your radiant smile and your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;crazy dances and your jokes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and just your being YOU??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my dear God....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't do this...it is too hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the dreams...no they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nightmares...are too real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;then I wake up and you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;not here in your bed...but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;your bed is empty...your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;room is still and silent...the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;drums and bass guitar...the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;keyboard lay still and untouched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;just like you left them...oh the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;silence hurts....sometimes I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;go and lay on your bed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cry...I look at your instruments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and the silence is crushing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My mother's heart is breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;inside of me...I love you my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;lil brown boy...I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;very much and I miss you with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my whole soul...I will never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ever be the same again...part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;of me died with you...oh my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;baby boy....what I wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;give to have you back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;alive and whole and safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and sound....why???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I cannot question the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Almighty can I....my heart is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;just hurting...I want to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my lil brown boy in my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;again and get another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;one of your "boy-hugs" again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you were so big and strong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dear God how I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you my sweet William....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xoxo to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-241191108444237784?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-is-breaking.html' title='MY HEART IS BREAKING'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/241191108444237784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-is-breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/241191108444237784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/241191108444237784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-is-breaking.html' title='MY HEART IS BREAKING'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S33vQ2piVQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/39g6nVNtJfg/s72-c/12.2.05+Wills+Accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6560396719150637064</id><published>2010-01-29T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:06:39.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Long Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S2Kk_VdW7aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/UqwdguG8EkI/s1600-h/46_MyWill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S2Kk_VdW7aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/UqwdguG8EkI/s400/46_MyWill.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life goes on day by day and if you didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know what happened to Will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you would not know that he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is no longer on this earth anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW CAN LIFE GO ON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WITHOUT OUR WILLIAM??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People know that all caps in a message &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;connotates screaming...and if it means I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss my only beloved son then yes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am screaming on the inside while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to hold together and present &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a calm front on the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is surreal to even imagine that it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has been four awful, long years since &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we saw the radiant smile you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wore so well on your handsome face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems as if it can't be true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that it's been four years of silence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without the echoes of your laughter and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sound of your music filling our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been far too long Sweet William...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;your mum, dad &amp;amp; sister want you back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could even have just one day to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spend with you it would be a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dream come true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, how much I love and miss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sweet little brown boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If our love could have kept you alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would be alive still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to heaven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you with all of our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hearts and souls and strength!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will always be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Young...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever 19...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever in our Hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever WILL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing and Loving YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pepe, Mums, and Char your sissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;Are All&amp;nbsp;Missing You, Will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6560396719150637064?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/' title='Four Long Years'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6560396719150637064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-goes-on-day-by-day-and-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6560396719150637064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6560396719150637064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-goes-on-day-by-day-and-if-you.html' title='Four Long Years'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S2Kk_VdW7aI/AAAAAAAAAyk/UqwdguG8EkI/s72-c/46_MyWill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-4694296186564143320</id><published>2010-01-04T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:07:28.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart is Hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S0JpIBen_-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mCSyfMvnhG0/s1600-h/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S0JpIBen_-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mCSyfMvnhG0/s320/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My heart is hurting too bad to write too much today, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Today someone asked me if you were drunk when your car crashed...I was speechless and just looked at them completely amazed and utterly shocked that someone would ask such a thing....I could not believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"No!" I said. I&amp;nbsp;then proceeded&amp;nbsp;to explain how the CHP told us you had fallen asleep at the wheel and drifted off the road missing the guard rail by a hair -&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;slam into&amp;nbsp;an oak tree and then roll downward into the bottom of the ravine where your car then&amp;nbsp;plunged into the river, submerging both you and the car&amp;nbsp;under eight feet of water making it&amp;nbsp;impossible to spot from the aerial searches by helicopter and visual searches by rescue works and everyone who helped us look for you, as the search stretched over four&amp;nbsp;long, awful days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear God...If anyone ever reads this, please remember to be kind and respectful if you ask anyone about their loved one that has passed from this life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's easy to be blunt but it makes a broken heart crush a little more takingit even&amp;nbsp;longer to mend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Please remember that a little bit of kindness goes a long way. Try to be kinder than you need to be to those you meet each day, because you never know what the other person is going through in their life at that moment of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Forever Loving my Will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Susan Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xoxo to heaven Sweet William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-4694296186564143320?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/' title='My Heart is Hurting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/4694296186564143320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-is-hurting-too-bad-to-write.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4694296186564143320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4694296186564143320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-is-hurting-too-bad-to-write.html' title='My Heart is Hurting'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/S0JpIBen_-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mCSyfMvnhG0/s72-c/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6206908173263719005</id><published>2009-12-29T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:03:05.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SzqMk0ubLVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TwnPFgrwaUI/s1600-h/santa+man+will.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SzqMk0ubLVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TwnPFgrwaUI/s400/santa+man+will.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Miracle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on Almond Avenue for 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I asked God for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;miracle at our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;for Christmas this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It has been four long years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;since&amp;nbsp;William was&amp;nbsp;taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;from us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We have not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;been able to celebrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the season at all because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;has been too painful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;filled with tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But I knew how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Will&amp;nbsp;and Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;loved Christmas with all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the prepartions, decorating, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;special holiday baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;(I think that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Will's&amp;nbsp;favorite part) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Remembering the year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;we made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;pajama pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;with flannel prints &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;to their personalities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;have had so much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;throughout the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There have been so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;beautiful memories to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;cherish forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I know you would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;want us to learn to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;new memories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sweet William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you would not want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;us to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;be silently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;weeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;all alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So I prayed that God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;help&amp;nbsp;us bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Christmas back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;to our little home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;He did help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We made it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Even though I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;too sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;get out of bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;on Christmas Morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It was all there for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dad, For Charlotte&amp;nbsp;and Josh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dad&amp;nbsp;had taken&amp;nbsp;us up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;towards Tahoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and we all picked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;out a tree...our first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;one since your accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It was hard to even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the tree&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the first few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dad&amp;nbsp;and Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;decorated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I helped some too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dad turned on the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and it was so beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I placed your special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ornament right in front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;towards the top and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dad put your santa hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;from this picture on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;top of the tree instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the angel or a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There were presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;to be opened once more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;on Christmas morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and funky stockings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;stuffed to the brim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Christmas came to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Almond Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But missing our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sweet William...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;our little brown boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;made Christmas seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;so very far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I didn't get to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;the family open their gifts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I was too sick in bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;by then...but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Christmas did come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;to Almond Avenue this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ask God to help us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;get up again in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and not just survive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;but thrive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;just as you would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;do if you were here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with us - always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;living life to the fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anything to be Extreme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We love&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;so very much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sweet William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever with Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In Our Hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;XOXO to Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6206908173263719005?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6206908173263719005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-miracle-on-almond-avenue-fpr.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6206908173263719005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6206908173263719005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-miracle-on-almond-avenue-fpr.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SzqMk0ubLVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TwnPFgrwaUI/s72-c/santa+man+will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7704449452712565838</id><published>2009-12-11T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:12:14.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SyIL8CHOD3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ro48FdTduA4/s1600-h/1edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SyIL8CHOD3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ro48FdTduA4/s320/1edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dearest William,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You are forever on my mind and always in my heart. You left a gaping wound in our very souls when you left us way too soon, and the pain never gets any easier to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anthony and Michael went up to visit your place at Mount Vernon...Michael left a Best Friends Bracelet Tag on one of the stands we have up there with your pictures on them...they both wrote in your book too and it just made me weep....to know how much your&amp;nbsp; cousins and friends miss you too...you are so loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We love you with all of our hearts and souls, Sweet William, and wish that God hadn't called you home when you were so young...especially in such an awful way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our hearts are yours forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever With Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forever Will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Loving you....Dad, Mum, and Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;xoxoxoxo to you in Heaven, Sweet William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7704449452712565838?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7704449452712565838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/dearest-william-you-are-forever-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7704449452712565838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7704449452712565838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/dearest-william-you-are-forever-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SyIL8CHOD3I/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ro48FdTduA4/s72-c/1edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6894722712143790266</id><published>2009-12-02T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:27:04.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZNVUCYA6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/kNrqHCnB9M0/s1600-h/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZNVUCYA6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/kNrqHCnB9M0/s320/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/h5Bf93wcDo8/s1600-h/rzWill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZM5hmEp3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/h5Bf93wcDo8/s320/rzWill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4 years ago today...we cannot believe it has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;so very long and yet it seems like yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The agony of the day you went missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The heart-wrenching days of searching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The awful memory of how you were found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But now instead we try to fill our minds with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The memories of your beautiful, radiant&amp;nbsp;smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It lingers long after the sun sets each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;memory of your laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;will forever echo in our hearts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Our hearts that were broken the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;day you were taken from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We will never ever forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sweet William...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;If our love could have kept you alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You'd be alive still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mere words cannot even begin to convey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;what is in our hearts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We love you Forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Forever Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Missing you and loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;our lil brown boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Pepe n Mums n Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6894722712143790266?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6894722712143790266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6894722712143790266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6894722712143790266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-years-ago-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SxZNVUCYA6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/kNrqHCnB9M0/s72-c/112477427r112477439%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6741034135879666288</id><published>2009-12-02T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:09:35.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hearts Are Broken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.simplydivinephotography.com/-/simplydivinephotography/gallery.asp?cat=48697&amp;amp;pID=2&amp;amp;row=15&amp;amp;photoID=3510219&amp;amp;searchTerm="&gt;http://www.simplydivinephotography.com/-/simplydivinephotography/gallery.asp?cat=48697&amp;amp;pID=2&amp;amp;row=15&amp;amp;photoID=3510219&amp;amp;searchTerm=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6741034135879666288?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6741034135879666288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-hearts-are-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6741034135879666288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6741034135879666288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-hearts-are-broken.html' title='Our Hearts Are Broken...'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-5555881373558510855</id><published>2009-10-11T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:41:12.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/StGnS4k0awI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aXw8GRP2VeI/s1600-h/Disc_1_OHD_+1160.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391274171805494018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/StGnS4k0awI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aXw8GRP2VeI/s400/Disc_1_OHD_+1160.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your 23rd birthday came and went....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet it does it seem that it could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have really happened again without you being here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to share it with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We miss you so much Will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brown boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't say enough how very much we miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mere words just are not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder where are your cousins and friends are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What they are doing with their lives? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only know how much I miss my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only Beloved Son...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until We Meet Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugs Forever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so much Sweet William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-5555881373558510855?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/5555881373558510855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-23rd-birthday-came-and-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5555881373558510855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5555881373558510855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-23rd-birthday-came-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/StGnS4k0awI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aXw8GRP2VeI/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1160.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-2480235491921146714</id><published>2009-10-03T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:33:31.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To You In Heaven William!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SshLPssVe7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/4qcInI7PE5Y/s1600-h/Will+With+Bass+June+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388639687216036786" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SshLPssVe7I/AAAAAAAAAuw/4qcInI7PE5Y/s320/Will+With+Bass+June+2003.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SshLAvsacrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/4ePOfG3X9_U/s1600-h/CRjprzWills+Drums.17.BicolorUDCR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388639430323630770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SshLAvsacrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/4ePOfG3X9_U/s320/CRjprzWills+Drums.17.BicolorUDCR.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream last night...&lt;br /&gt;I saw a place that looked like it could be heaven, Will, but you could not see me. Heaven did not seem like what I expected...You know...clouds in the sky, angels with harps. It was a city though...A beautiful city. Of course there were golden streets. There were mansions. There were beautiful flowers and trees. Everywhere the eyes could see, there was more beauty than I had ever imagined possible.&amp;nbsp; That was when I saw you William...You were sitting at the feet of Jesus. He held out his hands to you...that was when I noticed in the palms of his hands there&amp;nbsp;were horrible nail scars...Oh they looked brutal and ragged. But he showed you the scars, And this is what he said to you, "William, my son, I received these scars willingly for you...Because my love for you knows no bounds. I knew that with the scars on my body and the blood that I shed, I would be able to purchase your salvation...These scars allow you to be here in heaven with me forever...But now I have a job for you to do. I want you to join our heavenly orchestra. I want you to make music like&amp;nbsp;you only dreamed of being able to play down when you lived on earth." He then led you to the center of heaven where there was a magnificent huge courtyard that was right before the throne of the Almighty God. It was there I saw musical instruments of every imaginable kind and some I have never seen before...There were already many people playing...He showed you to your very&amp;nbsp;own special&amp;nbsp;spot that he had been saving just for you. He placed you there&amp;nbsp;and then he laid his nail-scarred hands on your head and blessed you to play in heaven's orchestra..."Play my son," he said, "Play with all of your heart and soul...Play like you had never even dreamed of playing before. Your music will be to worship the Almighty God, The Prince of Peace, The Everlasting Father...When you play with all of your heart...I will also be sending comfort to your loved ones that were left behind who miss you so very much...Your Life-Song will sing to them in the darkest times of their sadness. It will bring them hope of that beautiful tomorrow when you will all be with me here in Paradise...all together once again!"&amp;nbsp; With these words from the Prince of Peace, my dream&amp;nbsp;was coming to an end&amp;nbsp;as William joined in with the heavenly orchestra and&amp;nbsp;began to play the most beautiful heavenly music I have ever heard...I just wish I could hear it every day...But now I can think about this beautiful dream and know that William is playing up there in Heaven with all of his heart and soul before the King of Kings...and that The Prince of Peace is using&amp;nbsp;that music&amp;nbsp;to bring comfort to we who are left behind...&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU FOREVER LIL BROWN BOY!&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=99056156&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=36745640"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=99056156&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=34132391"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WILLIAM IN HEAVEN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-2480235491921146714?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/2480235491921146714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dreamed-dream-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/2480235491921146714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-4910182540304019713</id><published>2009-09-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:56:32.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/Sp9nFYxO2wI/AAAAAAAAAug/9feFhZcz5RE/s1600-h/Disc_1_OHD_+1714.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377129822349613826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/Sp9nFYxO2wI/AAAAAAAAAug/9feFhZcz5RE/s320/Disc_1_OHD_+1714.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Just Sunday it was your Dad's birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Birthday's used to be such fun times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;they are just quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We miss you so much every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But we feel it even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;on birthdays and holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your birthday is coming up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Too soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To remind us that you are gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;from us here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We just have the echos of your laughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the ghost of your smiles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the mirages of your crazy dances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and goofy faces like the photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;of you and Clayton playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;air guitar in front of everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;on the San Diego bay... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You were always the life of every party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maybe that is why the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;birthdays are so quiet now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wonder what birthdays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;in Heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;are like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We love you and miss you so much~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If our love could have kept you alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You'd be alive still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pepe, Mums, and Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-4910182540304019713?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/Sp9nFYxO2wI/AAAAAAAAAug/9feFhZcz5RE/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1714.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7488097256822670515</id><published>2009-08-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:44:14.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNRplUAKiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-N_e4bybNpA/s1600-h/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728555215628834" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNRplUAKiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-N_e4bybNpA/s320/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png" style="display: block; height: 241px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Our William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This family photo was taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in August 2004&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has been five years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since I took these pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had to get a photo in for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the church directory by that night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had just come home from work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I had was a roll of Black &amp;amp; white film&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't have digital yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We shot the whole roll of 36 exposures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with a remote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was behind you...so I couldn't see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what everyone else looked like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone else was fine in 34 photos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you were making crazy faces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and acting goofy in all but 2 of them! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We found out when we took them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to a one-hour developing lab...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34 crazy faces from you, Will &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and two okay to pick from for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the directory...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that is the way you always were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun, crazy, goofy, laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always out for a good time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and anything EXTREME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love and miss you so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet William&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dad's birthday is coming &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up in a few days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then in September is your birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the start of all the holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the horrible anniversary &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of the day you were taken &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will miss you dreadfully &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until we get to Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love you with all of our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearts and souls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We think of you always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever In Our Hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life-Song Sings To Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs and Kisses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepe, Mum &amp;amp; Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7488097256822670515?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7488097256822670515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-william-this-family-photo-was-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7488097256822670515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7488097256822670515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-william-this-family-photo-was-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNRplUAKiI/AAAAAAAAAuY/-N_e4bybNpA/s72-c/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-6528763240289807831</id><published>2009-08-15T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:49:40.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SocdohGQyEI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-smrEpkYjVo/s1600-h/2Filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370293662579214402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SocdohGQyEI/AAAAAAAAAtw/-smrEpkYjVo/s320/2Filtered.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a brand new photo to post of you that I had never seen before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how I wish I had taken so many more...had even one video of you talking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laughing and smiling and just acting crazy like you always did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing does not make it happen though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just thankful to have the photos that I did take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so much my Sweet William...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than I can ever write with words or speak &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would bring you back in a heartbeat if it was possible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't think broken hearts beat hard or strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough to make wishes like that come true.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only daydream about the memories stored up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inside of me...all the baby days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you learning to walk and talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then just suddenly it seemed you were taller than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me AND your dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you and miss your radiant smile and big hugs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your shouts of laughter and goofy faces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting...and waiting to see you again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday Soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of our love to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lil Brown Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pepe, Mum &amp;amp; Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-6528763240289807831?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/6528763240289807831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-had-brand-new-photo-to-post-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6528763240289807831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/6528763240289807831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-had-brand-new-photo-to-post-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355390555694415810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SlIrVhmlv8I/AAAAAAAAAss/WMkCv8K1U9c/s320/Wills+Bike.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not A second, a minute, an hour, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a day, a week, a month, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a year does not go by without memories of you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;held close to my heart Sweet William....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I just love and miss you so much...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things can never be normal again, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter what happens....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you from the very depths of my mother's heart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the way to eternity and back again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If our love could have kept you alive - You'd be alive still.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All our family, your dad and Charlotte and I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss you so much! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had such a perfect little family &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and always had so much fun together...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We miss you, Will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever loving you my lil brown boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mums &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-4410478601090000042?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/4410478601090000042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SlIrVhmlv8I/AAAAAAAAAss/WMkCv8K1U9c/s72-c/Wills+Bike.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-1226447402603176705</id><published>2009-06-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:42:27.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SkbI_fSsPlI/AAAAAAAAAno/0B3LFm9KJGU/s1600-h/CnWEditedscrRSZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352186200233623122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SkbI_fSsPlI/AAAAAAAAAno/0B3LFm9KJGU/s320/CnWEditedscrRSZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My Dearest Only Beloved Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My Little Brown Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I printed out this photo today to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;give to Grandma Reynolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She has not been feeling good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and just came home from the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She loves you and misses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;you so much...and I thought this would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cheer her up a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; miss you so much, Sweet William!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I remember Uncle Fred giving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;that name "Sweet William" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;when you were first born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I still have the Sweet William flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;that I planted in the painted green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;steel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;washbin&lt;/span&gt; that we planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;when you were about 10 years old and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we lived on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mariposa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh for the days of yesteryear gone by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If only I could have my Sweet William &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;back again...my joy would be full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Keep heaven's angels dancing baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Dance Long and Dance Hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love you with all my heart forever and ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;to eternity and back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and then some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You are Forever In My Heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Love, Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-1226447402603176705?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/1226447402603176705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dearest-only-beloved-son-my-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/1226447402603176705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/1226447402603176705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dearest-only-beloved-son-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SkbI_fSsPlI/AAAAAAAAAno/0B3LFm9KJGU/s72-c/CnWEditedscrRSZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7103099725344513347</id><published>2009-06-23T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:54:36.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SkCKAEt29NI/AAAAAAAAAko/_VYmlZwUvZo/s1600-h/Will.FilteredRZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350428091186869458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SkCKAEt29NI/AAAAAAAAAko/_VYmlZwUvZo/s320/Will.FilteredRZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;William Vincent Alexander Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/28/86 ~ 12/2/05&lt;br /&gt;Our “Will”&lt;br /&gt;Forever With Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Forever Cherished&lt;br /&gt;Forever Loved&lt;br /&gt;Forever Extreme&lt;br /&gt;Forever Happy&lt;br /&gt;Forever Smiling&lt;br /&gt;Forever Adored&lt;br /&gt;Forever Remembered&lt;br /&gt;Forever 19&lt;br /&gt;Forever Young&lt;br /&gt;Forever in our Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Forever Will&lt;br /&gt;If our love could have kept you alive…&lt;br /&gt;You’d be alive still…We miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lil brown boy…&lt;br /&gt;We love you&lt;br /&gt;with all of our hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;Pepe n Mums n Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7103099725344513347?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7103099725344513347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/06/william-vincent-alexander-reynolds_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7103099725344513347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7103099725344513347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/06/william-vincent-alexander-reynolds_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SkCKAEt29NI/AAAAAAAAAko/_VYmlZwUvZo/s72-c/Will.FilteredRZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-4495376655361245828</id><published>2009-05-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:43:18.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe William Would Say This To Us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/Sf3lxfJFp4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kvssM0GV3zI/s1600-h/memorial+4+will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/Sf3lxfJFp4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kvssM0GV3zI/s400/memorial+4+will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were such things as real messages from heaven...&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to hear what William would have to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he would be saying something like the note above?&lt;br /&gt;I think he would have a whole lot more to say though...&lt;br /&gt;But it is our only comfort...knowing that Will is waiting there for us in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like it says above, it was hard at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;So shocking and unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I think that it has gotten harder with every day that goes by.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because every day that goes by is another day missing William...&lt;br /&gt;Missing his radiant smile&lt;br /&gt;His "boy-hugs"&lt;br /&gt;His laughter&lt;br /&gt;His crazy faces&lt;br /&gt;His hilarious dances (like the one on top of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camaro&lt;/span&gt; on the side of the freeway)&lt;br /&gt;His zest for life&lt;br /&gt;His love of anything extreme and challenging&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I could go on and on&lt;br /&gt;But it is the missing him that hurts so bad...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that we will never see him down here on earth again...&lt;br /&gt;Having to wait until we get to heaven&lt;br /&gt;That is the hardest part...&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;Missing Will&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brown boy!&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my Sweet William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 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href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe-william-would-say-this-to-us.html' title='Maybe William Would Say This To Us?'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/Sf3lxfJFp4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kvssM0GV3zI/s72-c/memorial+4+will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-2673276687470213000</id><published>2009-04-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:40:45.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SfoawNL_T_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/4HP49AXDVXc/s1600-h/Disc_1_OHD_+1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330602524422393842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SfoawNL_T_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/4HP49AXDVXc/s320/Disc_1_OHD_+1121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you lil brown boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will always be my Sweet William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you dreadfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a moment goes by that you are not on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot wait to get to heaven to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your laughter echoes in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your smile makes my broken heart try to smile for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are everything I ever wanted in a son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are my pride and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heaven can't come soon enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever loving and missing my WillMan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-2673276687470213000?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/2673276687470213000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-lil-brown-boy-you-will.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-5109190145184286732</id><published>2008-12-11T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:17:43.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SUHz7YiTswI/AAAAAAAAARE/UunQcDSvl9I/s1600-h/I+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278768439779111682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SUHz7YiTswI/AAAAAAAAARE/UunQcDSvl9I/s320/I+miss+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Sweet William...mum tried to sleep all night long, but it was no use...all I could think of was today...and the four days that followed today three years ago. I cannot believe that it has been that long since that awful day...but I can remember the crushing agony of searching and waiting only to find the tragic accident and our only beloved son gone from us forever in a moment of time one cold, stormy December morning on your way to work...It is all still such a nightmare and so fresh in my mind...the pain...the deep profound heart hurt that will never go away...the senselessness of it all...the wondering why...the missing you more every day and the pain that seems more than our family can bear...Sure all of us, Dad, Charlotte and I try to put on a smile for you and try to make everything seem "normal"...but there is no such thing as normal anymore...and there won't be anymore. We still try though as hard as it is...but sometimes it is just too much to bear.Yes, We know you are in a much better place and that you would not want to come back to this messed up world even if you could, but that does not take away the hurt and pain and grief of losing you...especially in the horrible way that it happened. Only God knows why he took you that way...why he made us search for you for four days before you were found under the icy waters....oh, my William....my sweet lil brown boy...couldn't we have just had just a little more time with you? Just one more day? Just one more hug and kiss to tell you how much we loved you and how proud we were of you? Oh, I know we hugged and kissed you goodbye all the time and we always told you we loved you even on every phone call...but if we had just known it would be the last time...we would have never let you go I think...I would have held on so tight...Maybe that's why God does not let some of us know when the last time will be....others get the chance to say goodbye for the last time...I wonder why we didn't get to do that with you? It is just another thing that breaks my mother's heart...Has it really been three long years since you left us to be a family of three? Has it really been three long years since we last heard your laughter? Has it really been three long years since we saw your beautiful, radiant smile? Has it really been three long years since we last were able to give you a hug and tell you we loved you? Has it really been three long years since we last saw you give one of your crazy dances and made one of your crazy faces? Where has the time gone and yet it seems like an eternity...and everyday my heart breaks a little more.I miss you so much my William...More than I can say with just words...the deep heart-wrenching pain goes beyond what I can write down...it is something that is just lived day in and day out...that we try to bear knowing that someday...someday we can see you again...That is all that sustains us when the hurt is overwhelming. Dad misses his best buddie in the world...Charlotte misses you not just as a brother she says but as her best friend...you left such a gaping hole in all of our lives and we will miss you until we are reunited with you again in heaven...We love you with all of our hearts and souls...You have always been such a vital part of our family and you always will be...We miss you so much and wish we were all there with you already...Forever loving you...Mum and Dad xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-5109190145184286732?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/5109190145184286732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sweet-william.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5109190145184286732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/5109190145184286732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sweet-william.html' title=''/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SUHz7YiTswI/AAAAAAAAARE/UunQcDSvl9I/s72-c/I+miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-4027908821510645085</id><published>2008-11-24T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:46:32.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You William</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I got to tell you "I love you, William"...so long since I was able to give you a kiss and tell you how proud of you Dad and I were....It's been so long since you gave me one of your great big "boy-hugs".....I miss you so much my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brown boy....so much more than mere words can even begin to say....and I wonder why it had to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;Another holiday season is coming and that means another anniversary of the day you went missing and the four awful days we spent searching for you....and then that terrible, terrible moment of truth when they pulled the car up and found out that it was your car and you were still in it...I cannot bear it my son, my son....my beautiful, only beloved son.... I love you with all of my mother's heart and soul....Life has never been the same since that fateful moment....&lt;br /&gt;We cannot wait until we get to heaven and can be with you again and see your radiant smile and be with you and our Savior forever and ever....never to be parted again...&lt;br /&gt;But until then....I have only the memories of your smile the echos of your laughter....and all of the happiness that you brought to our lives....Charlotte and your Dad and I miss you and love you with all of our hearts and souls Sweet William and we will never ever forget you...You are the light of our lives and will be forever! It just hurts so bad to have you gone from us....&lt;br /&gt;If there is Christmas in heaven.....Have a Happy Christmas...my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brown boy....Mummy loves you to eternity and back again and then some more~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-4027908821510645085?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/4027908821510645085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-william.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4027908821510645085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/4027908821510645085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-william.html' title='I Love You William'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168737053757045343.post-7709693747681906092</id><published>2008-09-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T03:17:02.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SOGlMJUyKFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2menTkFPFRc/s1600-h/Williams+Beautiful+Smile+ResizedEA+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251660268570814546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SOGlMJUyKFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2menTkFPFRc/s320/Williams+Beautiful+Smile+ResizedEA+copy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Only Beloved Son: William Vincent Alexander Reynolds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/28/86 - 12/02/05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was your birthday, Will ~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could not be with us... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We missed you so much...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand why it has to be this way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is so sad and the house is quiet and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lonely without you and your sister &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since she was married...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much, my son...so much more than mere words can ever say or write... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart just hurts inside, never healing, never having time to recover from the awful tragedy of that fatal accident...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just know, Will... I love you with all my heart...I miss you more than the world...I can't wait to get to heaven someday and see you again....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you to eternity and back again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168737053757045343-7709693747681906092?l=4everwill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/feeds/7709693747681906092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-my-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7709693747681906092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168737053757045343/posts/default/7709693747681906092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everwill.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-my-son.html' title='Missing My Son'/><author><name>Will n Char's Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12384406559224568257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SpNQbXxTDQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hyHOstw5Ryk/S220/Disc_1_OHD_+1996.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ngwGWkEJhk/SOGlMJUyKFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2menTkFPFRc/s72-c/Williams+Beautiful+Smile+ResizedEA+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
