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Shane William
I live everyday because of this little boy, because he never got to. He never got to go to school, he never got to play with his friends, he never got to play any sports, he never even got to his 2nd birthday.
He's my life, and always will be.
Not a day goes by that my heart doesn't break when I think about him.
I miss him so much, and I just wish he would have been able to live his life.
RIP
Shane William
December 30/91 - September 3/93
Always Missed Always Loved
Always Remembered
Something Wrote For My Brother:
On December 30, 1991 my parents were blessed with a beautiful son. He was child number two, he made all our dreams come true. His first year was very special, to anyone who knew him, he always had his special way, he kept us going day to day.
Then in January of 93 god almost took my brother from me, we prayed to god to make him well, he made our prayers come true. Just the thought of losing him, we didn't know what we'd do.
As the months went by, he grew and grew, each and every day he would learn something new. The happiness, the laughter, the joy, the love, my parents thanks god above for giving them their son.
Then on September 3, 1993, god took the biggest part of me. Shane William was his name, our lives will never be the same. He was our pride, he was our joy, he was our little baby boy. His beautiful face, his beautiful smile, god gave him to us, for just a short while. 20 months of pride and joy, then he took our little boy.
We go to bed, and there we lie, waiting to hear that little boy cry, but deep down inside I know that cant be, because god up in heaven took him from me. Every time we think of him, our tears just start to flow, we ask ourselves again and again, why did he have to go.
When all is still and silent, a tear for sakes my eye, just the thought of that silent grave, where that little boy lies.
