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"A Child that loses a parent is an orphan,
A Man who loses his wife is a widower; A Woman who loses her husband is a widow,
There is no name for a parent that loses a child,
For there is no word to describe the pain."
This memorial website was created in the memory of my son, Dylan Pascoe who was born in North Carolina on June 13, 1992 and passed away on June 24, 2001 at the age of 9. I will remember and love him forever. He was my first true love. He taught me how to love and what it meant to be truely happy. I never realized how meaningless and empty my life was until I became a mother. He filled a void that I never even knew was there. He made me smile when I was sad and made me laugh until I cried. Thank you so much for visiting this page. Please don't forget my son. Remember his toothless grin and his tight hugs. Remember how much I still love him and how much I need to know that you remember too, so please take a second or two to leave a message, story or simply light a candle. Please visit his other web page at www.rnc3.com/dylan and leave a note in the guestbook on that website. There are allot more pictures on that site as well.
I can shed tears that Dylan is gone, or I can smile that he has lived. I can close my eyes and pray he'll come back, or I can open my eyes and see all he's left. My heart can be empty because I can't see him, or I can be full of the love we shared. I can turn my back on tomorrow and live yesterday or I can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. I can remember Dylan and only that he's gone, or I can cherish his memory and let it live on. I can cry and close my mind, be empty and turn my back, or I can do what Dylan would want...........Smile, Open my Eyes, Love and Go on!
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Click here to see Dylan Pascoe's Family Tree |
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to my best friend / Miguel Quintana (Best Friend in the world )
Hey buddy! almost nine years have past by since your death but today i still see you in my heart ever since 4th grade. Buddy i miss you! You were like a brother to me man and you still are! I love you man with all my heart and so does my family!!! I ...
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A Letter To Heaven / Beth Holdsclaw (Friend)
So I was awake late last night and into the morning writing. [This has become a habit that I should probably break.] But last night like so many nights I was thinking of you Dylan. So I ended up writing this poem. It might be one of the bes...
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MERRY CHRISTMAS / Sue-Anne Aguilera (I know his Loving Mama )
Dearest Heather
It has been a while it has been a very hard year for me.
How have you been? You and your ANGEL Dylan are always in my Thoughts and Prayers though.
My heart will be holding yours this Holiday.
LOVE AND PEACE FOR 2010
M...
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thinking of you / D.D. (friend)
just been thinking of you lately. saw your down turned smile on your sisters face today. love you. D |
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS / Sue-Anne Aguilera
Dearest Heather
How have you been? Sorry it has been so long, I have been extrermly busy.
I Pray with my Love that you have a Blessed Holiday.
Wonderful memories from years gone by of your Sweet ANGEL.
Sweet Dylan your Mommy needs many signs from...
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i was so blessed / D. D. (friend) Read >> |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN / Sue-Anne Aguilera (Dylan's Mom Is A Good Friend ) Read >> |
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS WITH MY LOVE / Sue-Anne Aguilera (Dylans Mom Is A Friend Of Mine ) Read >> |
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DYLAN'S HEAVENLY ANNIVERSARY / Sue-Anne Aguilera (Dylan's Mom is a Friend of mine ) Read >> |
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Happy Birthday Dylan / Denise Kneale Read >> |
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Happy Birthday precious Dylan / Teri Drebit (Jaime's Mom) Read >> |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL DYLAN / Sue-Anne Aguilera (Dylan's Mom is a good friend ) Read >> |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN / Debbie Wengert Kevin's Mom Read >> |
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Angel in Heaven / Theresa Dillard (N/A) Read >> |
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Written by Dylan's Mom / Mommy Read >> |
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| His legacy |
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Play Ball!
I know first hand that there are things much worse than death. As bad as it sounds I am thankful that my son was killed on impact, and was not left brain damaged beyond recovery, paralyzed for life, or lingering for days hooked to machines that would in the end, require me to make the decision about his life. My heart goes out to the mothers that have had to deal with those type of situations regarding their children. Counting my blessings is how I survive and continue to function and live with the loss of my child. I had a very healthy baby, that blessed my life for 9 years and 11 days.
There are women that desperately want children that can’t have their own, and mothers that only have their children for a few years, watching them die little by little with cancers and other equally devastating diseases. I do not know how these women survive, they must be some of the strongest people on earth. The death of your child, no matter how it comes about, is the worst fear, and most horrible ache of a mother’s heart. Learning to live again after wards is equally as difficult. You think that you will never to able to smile or laugh again, or watch someone else hold and hug their child.
One day I was in a hurry, not thinking too clearly again as usual for those days, and found myself driving by the school he went to around lunch time. Waiting at the stop sign, I glanced across the play ground and saw a group of boys playing baseball, and right in the middle there was this little brown headed boy running for all he was worth and coming in for a perfect homerun. My heart pretty much froze, and the tears started coming... but more than the tears was the flood of memories that washed into my brain like a tidal wave. Happy memories, joyful memories, days and years of wonderful blessed, thank you God memories.
Driving on a little bit later I noticed I was smiling, even laughing a little to myself thinking about the day Dylan ran all the bases after a home run with me running beside him snapping pictures. (yes, im one of THOSE moms, lol). In the days following I drove by the school again several times, hoping to catch a glimpse of that little boy again, and I did, a couple of times, and he even looked up once and waved at me, like he knew it was him I was driving there to see. Memories are a far cry from actually being able to hold, hug or hear your child’s voice, but they are what I have left of my son, and they will be with with me the rest of my life.
Happy Easter Dylan. I miss you more than anyone knows. You were my first true love. I am taking care of your brothers and finishing up my job here before I can be with you again. I have the promise that I will be with you again and I hold onto that dearly. Tell Nana that I miss her and love her too. Stay sweet Doodle. I love you buddy.
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Angel Boy
when you look in my eyes,
what exactly do you see;
are you really looking,
do you know the real me?
do you see the hurt and anger,
buried deep inside;
do you see the things that haunt me,
the ones i try to hide?
do you understand what grief is,
to hurt so deep into your soul;
that from what you have had to endure,
that you will never again be whole?
a simple kiss on an angels wing,
hugging my pillow tight;
begging for God to take it away,
this never ending fight.
that brown haired little boy;
the precious child i called my own,
left me on this earth to live,
without ever coming back home.
oh God how i miss you,
and pain to hold you tight;
dreams of my angel boy,
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I Lost My Child Today
I lost my child today.
People came to weep and cry,
as I just sat and stared, dry eyed.
They struggled to find words to say
to try and make the pain go away.
I walked the floor in disbelief,
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away,
some still call and some still stay.
I wait to wake up from this dream.
This can't be real, I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside.
God help me, I want to die.
I lost my child last month.
I lost my child last year.
Now people who had come, have gone.
I sit and struggle all day long
to bear the pain so deep inside.
And now my friends just question, Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song.
Good heavens, it has been so long.
I lost my child last year.
Time has not moved on for me.
The numbness it has disappeared.
My eyes have now cried many tears.
I see the look upon your face
"You must move on and leave this place."
Yet I am trapped right here in time,
The songs the same, as is the rhyme.
I lost my child....... TODAY.......
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Why?
With a tear stained face and trembling hands
I ask the age-old question “Why”?
From out of the darkness I feel you here
as your spirit passes slowly by.
Your voice is clear and sweet,
the music I hold so dear,
Whispering to me softly saying the things
you know I need to hear.
“When you lie down at night, Mom,
I’m right there as you sleep,
I gently wipe away your tears
as you lay there and quietly weep.
I’m so very sorry Mommy
that my death has caused you pain,
But God said my job was finished
and I had to come home again.
All those times that you feel sad
and like you can’t go on,
Just remember that I’m here with you;
I’m still your first-born son.
I promise to never leave you again;
I will always be in your heart,
For you and I share a bond
that even death cannot part.”
Dedicated to Dylan with love, Mommy, 6/2004 |
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And God Said...
I said, " God, I hurt."
and God said, "I know."
I said, "God, I cry a lot."
and God said, "That's why I gave you tears."
I said, "God, I am so depressed."
and God said, "That's why I gave you sunshine."
I said, "God, life is so hard."
and God said, " That's why I gave you loved ones."
I said, " God, my loved one died."
and God said, " So did Mine."
I said, " God, it is such a loss."
and God said, " I saw mine nailed to a cross."
I said, " God, but Your loved one lives."
and God said, " So does yours."
I said, " God, where are they now?"
and God said, " Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."
I said, " God, it hurts."
and God said, " I know."
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| Dylan's Photo Album |
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| My favorite school pic of Dylan |
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