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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Shane Short who was born in California on Jul 17, 1972 and passed away on March 10, 1995 at the age of 22. We will remember him forever. Shane was my firstborn and my heart. We were so very close. I never told anyone that lost a child that I knew how they felt cause I knew I didnt and didnt want to even think about losing one of my children. God gave me two children, both sons, born 1 year and 1 day apart in age, Shane and Shawn.I was young when I had them. I had both sons by the age of 18. Then their dad decided he didnt want to be married anymore, he had met someone else so I moved to Calif from Arkansas to get a better paying job so I could support them. I made a good living for them, supporting them by myself all of their lives.It made us closer cause they both knew how hard it was and they I did without alot to give them everything they wanted in life.We lived in nice homes, drove nice cars and God brought us thru each and every day .I buried part of my heart the day we buried Shane and I will never be complete again til we are reunited again .I know hes in heaven awaiting us. I will forever love and miss you, my precious son,Mom & Shawn

                                 






























Is death the last sleep? No--it is the last and final awakening.Sir Walter Scott















This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Ronald " Shane " Short who was born in United States Tulare, Calif on July 17, 1972 and passed away on March 10, 1995. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.

On March 10 1995 my oldest son, Shane was shot and killed. We were told that it was a suicide, which I knew in my heart wasnt so because Shane had a great belief in God and had talked to many of his friends when they confessed to him that they were considering it. We knew that there was an argument between him and his girlfriend for about 3 hours that night. A friend of my sons went to tell my other son about the argument and that there was a 12 gauge shotgun out that belonged to the girlfriend. The police got behind Shawn and this friend cause they were speeding but they didnt stop. As Shawn jumped out of the car and ran into the kitchen entrance of the house. A gun was fired from the living room. Shawn saw the girlfriend and Shanes best friend run out of the living room screaming and run outside.He ran in and threw the gun and picked Shane up and was holding him. They had to call out the entire police department to subdue him. There was 6 other kids there besides Shawn and we asked for gunpowder tests but they didnt perform them. 33 days later, the autospy report came back showing 000 gunpowder residue on any part of Shanes body and 000 drugs or alcohol. The girlfriend stated that he had cooked her a candlelit dinner, which he did and that he had ate but there was no food in his stomach at all. The crime lab kept my son for 6 days and their report from Little Rock was that further investigation was needed, o% chance of self inflicted.

The police dept got the report the same day as I did but refused to investigate any further stating that they had messed up and didnt do gunpowder residue tests of the other kids that night and now it was too late to do them. We dont believe that anyone did this on purpose,we think there was a struggle and the gun went off but neither one of the ones in the room will tell us anything cause they are afraid. I pray that 1 of them come to us and tell us what happened that night because they are both drug users and alcoholics now and have been ever since that night. No one has seen either straight since that night.

The girlfriend does some demonic things,calling me constantly and asking for Shane for awhile. Now she just calls and doesnt speak a number of times a day. She has destroyed wreaths left by us and Shane's son. taken every angel we put on his grave and literally terrorizes my son, Shawn. I pray for this girl for I know that she has been known to dabble in witchcraft in the last few years and I pray that she accept the Lord and come to us and tell us what happened. It took me a long time before I could pray for her because if not for God I would have lost my mind.
I still have trouble forgiving and I fall to pieces any time I run into her or even see her. She took my son awayy from me. He was my life and this just isnt easy to forgive, if possible at all. I pray that I can because I want to join Shane in heaven one day. This person just does so many cruel things, leaving letters on his grave for us to find, stealing the angel and other things we put on his grave. I have problems understanding why God lets people like her live and takes innocent young people like Shane and others that I know from online and in person??? She steals or destroys every flower we put on his grave.She calls our house and asks for him. When I would fall apart, she would laugh and hang up.She is cruel and destructive to everyone. Yes, it kills me to see her or even see her mom and know that she had her daughter but because of her daughter, my son is no longer with me. He cant have any more children or any more birthdays. He cant hug or even meet his niece and nephew, Brylan Shane and Breanna Shade. I question God, oh yes, I question Him daily though I know we shouldnt. Why God??? I needed him more than You God??? Why my Shane? Why God Why??????? My mom is 83 yrs old and she has lost 2 of my brothers in less than 3 yrs. A year later she lost her husband??? Questions???? Oh yes, I have many questions.


Since this night, she has told others there was a struggle for the gun and it went off, that they didnt know if it was her or Shane's best friend who actually pulled the trigger but there was 6 there and none of them had gun residue tests taken of their hands. I took all the reports, statements, autopsy report, pictures, everything to Calif and Nevada and paid to have the authorities there go through all. I was told the same as I was told by the Crime Lab, that it was 000% chance self inflicted, that also Shane would have had to be 7'4 for the bullet to exit where it did. He was 6'2-6'3? His girlfriend has had affairs with over half the police force here. I know there will be no justice for Shane's here on earth but she will stand before God one day and He is the one and only true ultimate Judge. This is all that gets me through each day is knowing that one day she will stand accountable. Since Shane was killed, a friend of theirs brought me pictures that was taken that night of him cooking dinner, etc,etc and he looked so happy. She had made the statement to may that I would never see these pics and I didnt for 6 years. Not 1 day went by that I didnt pray for them and one day they were delivered to my door by someone who found them in a house that the girlfriend had rented and left them. She went back later to get them and was furious they had been taken. I also was brought pics of her and parties she was at in later years showing people doing drugs, drugs in the pics, poems she had wrote of how everyone hated her and a sheet of paper that she wrote March 10, 1995, I did it, now what? I took the drug pics and some of the stolen credit cards she had and this letter into the police and told them this is the night my son was killed, this is a confession. They said they would check it out and get back to me. I never heard a thing? She continues to go to the cemetery and leave things although I call the police each time. She has left notes, destroyed flowers, stolen 21 angels from his grave and even bought a special hutch to keep these stolen angels. This person has terrorized my family especially me and Shawn, my only child on earth. She has told him he needs to get over it? I wonder if her Mom would get over it if she was taken from her and put into a grave, to never get to see or touch her again on this earth? This woman is pure evil and does things so cruel and demonic, I still have difficulties that someone could be this cruel and evil. She has destoyed flowers, wreaths, angels, etc left on Shane's grave. Whenever she goes out there, she will change everything on his grave, leave a note or something to let me know she was there although its private property as we have the deeds to the entire front of the cemetery bought in 1955, the year I was born so she cant say shes at the one next to or in front of because we own the whole front, yet she continues to go there.
Update Sept 08..................Brian, Shanes best friend who was in the room the night Shane was shot along with the girl died last week at age 30 from a massive heart attack. He had cleaned his life up for a couple of years and we prayed he would come tell us exactly what happened that night now that he was straight. So now there is only 1 living that knows the truth and she is in prison although not for shooting Shane.





Made by Kris, Bradley's Mom






Ronald "Shane" Short passed away March 10, 1995 in Newport. He was born July 17,1972 in Tulare, California. Mr Short was a millwright. Preceded in death by maternal grandfather, Roy Lee Sweatt Sr, Paternal grandfather, Homer A. Short. Survivors include one son, Colton of Newport, father, Ronald A. Short, mother, Donna J Sweatt French, brother, Shawn Short of Newport, Maternal grandmother, Berlene Sweatt Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, step grandfather, William B. Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, Paternal grandmother, Juanita Short of Newport, Funeral arrangements by Jackson's Funeral Homes. Shane was my firstborn child, Shawn was born 1 year and 1 day after and they grew up so close. Shane was always way past the mentality of a young man his age, we always said he had " an old soul" He knew things that we had no idea he knew about. He wrote poetry from the age of 8, his first 2 poems being in church on Easter sunday about the crucifixion of Christ. He wrote of issues like child abuse, abortion, homeless, molestation, drugs, etc,etc. His poetry is deep and very moving and is shared on several site, one being his memorial site Lighthouse 4 Jesus at http://lighthouse4jesus.com . He will always be loved and missed by all who met him, definitely one of a kind. I always told him God broke the mold when He created him, there was none like him anywhere. He would always smile that crooked little grin we all loved. That grin could melt hearts. Shane, you are so loved and missed. Mom & Shawn 







That's God
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?
THAT'S GOD. . . He talks to you through the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to talk to? THAT'S GOD . . He wants you to talk to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time and then next thing you know...
you see them or receive a phone call from them? THAT'S GOD. . . There ! is no such thing as "coincidence. "
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for? Like money in the mail,
a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something
you wanted,but couldn't afford? THAT'S GOD. . . He knows the desires of your heart. . .
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now as you look back on it,
you got through it? THAT'S GOD. . . He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.




I am happy that you stopped by to visit my son, Shane. he was born July 17, 1972
and was shot and killed March 10, 1995 at
the young age of 22. There was no justice for Shane on earth but one day,
the person who shot him will stand before God and
there will finally be justice for my son. This is sometimes the only thing
that keeps me going, gets me through each day,
knowing this. Please browse through the pages, read his awesome poems and
mine and come back often as the pages are updated frequently. 

Here are other sites where you can visit him, light a candle, leave a flower, etc.
Thank you and please come back. You will never know what it means to a Mom
to have others remember their child. Hugs, Dj

Light a candle for Shane at his Shrine

http://nshrine.com/shrine/ShanesLiteaCandle#c265-3182

 

Lite a candle here also



http://rememberedbyus.com/ShaneShort




Lighthouse 4 Jesus (memorial site)

 

http://lighthouse4jesus.com

 

In Memory of Site

http://xrl.us/memoryof-shaner



World of Remembrances Site

 

http://xrl.us/shaneshort-angel

Find A Grave Site Site

http://xrl.us/Myshane-myson

Light A Candle 4 Shane

 http://rememberedbyus.com/ShaneShort/

Virtual Memorial Site 4 Shane

 
http://xrl.us/Shane-Short

Memorial for Shane at Continulife


http://www.continulife.com/index.php?action=memorial&hr=true&profile_id=571

Shane's Memorial at Valley of Life</a>

http://www.valleyoflife.com/?relative/index/&78

 

 

 


Light a Candle for your angel or ours at this shrine



http://nshrine.com/shrine/LiteaCandleforyourAngel
























A MOTHER'S GRIEF


There are many emotions we are hit with in life,

Grief is the hardest, filled with heart wrenching strife.

Nobody knows the worst grief, unless, they lose a child,

To never hear their voice again, never see their sweet sweet smile.

There is no hurt like it,there is no pain like a Mother's grief,

Knowing their child will never again come home, its beyond anyone's belief.

Some people will say with stone conviction, I know just how you feel,

This is just their ignorance speaking , though , for them, this isn't real.

They can't know the horrors we have seen, or the pain that fills our entire hearts and souls.

They can't even imagine the nightmares we have, None of this can they know.


They will say, " Get over it," " Get past," Get on with your life,"


They dont understand when they utter these things, they are only twisting the knife,

That has been thrust deep into our hearts, the second we were told,

Our child wasnt here anymore, they were now trodding on streets of gold.


Grief, an emotion so deep, it cant be explained, Some will never understand,

The ones that have their children close, will never comprehend.

Our minds race at all times, memories rushing through our brains so fast,

Of happy times, of loving times, of the time we saw them last.


Grief fills our hearts, what could we have done, what ifs, hows and whys,

We will never understand, receive any answers to our questions, all we can seem to do is sit and cry.

We sit at their graves for hours, seeking just 1 sign.

Wanting to know their spirit is with us, that they haven't left us behind.


We dream of them still here with us, and wake up so relieved,

For just a few minutes, we thought they were here, its been a nightmare we so want to believe.

But, then, we look around, and see their picture's surrounding us everywhere.

Reality hits and we know its all real, its truly the burden we now bear.


Every day we pray this will get easier, but, it never does or will,

We are trapped in our memories with them, we want everyone to remember them still.

But, life goes on for all but us, memories for others will fade and grow dim,

They won't all remember everything, as we do, a piece of our heart has been taken with them.


We wonder how other's lives can go on, when ours is stuck forever, missing and longing for our child?

Never forgetting them for 1 second, every move, every word, every smile.

But, life must go on for others and we must understand.

Though they loved our angel so much, they cant always hold our hands.


To go on with their lives doesn't mean they didn't love, maybe just can't take anymore tears,

But they haven't forgotten completely, they will dwell on these memories for years.

But, for us Moms, it's different, we will truly never ever forget and never do we want to forget , our precious babies and their fate.

That is why we build these sites to preserve and lock in time all these special dates.

One day we will all be together again, and websites and dates will cease to be.

In heaven we will dwell, with our loved one, this time for eternity.
By DJ French 3/26.06











Shane, its been over 8 years now ,son ,and the horror still remains,
Thoughts of you singing,writing,doing so many things.
Every day I think of you and wonder what changes the years would have made,
The love for you so strong in my heart will never ever fade.


I wake every morning and see your face in pictures and in my memories of you.
You're the last thing I think of when I drift off to sleep,praying that I wake up and find it isnt true.
That you're not gone,its been a dream, a nightmare that has lasted so long.
I pray daily to wake up and find you here,that you have never been gone.



I know this isnt what you would want,for me to grieve and mourn,
But its so hard,this life without you,I feel so alone and torn.
My firstborn of 2 children,my 2 sons,Shane and Shawn,my heart,my joy,
Oh,how proud I was of my handsome little boys.
You were only a loan from God,not allowed to stay,
Brought into our lives but too quickly taken away.
Always laughing,never sad,your crooked little grin,the I love yous you'd always say,
Not even 23 years old,you were taken 4 months before that day.
You would have been 31 July 17th,my son and I wonder every day,every hour,
How different our lives would be if you could have stayed,our glue,our tower.
You were the anchor to our ship,the bond that held us tight,
The peacemaker,the quiet one who made all things seem right.
You are so loved and missed,my child,more and more each day.
I can't wait until that day when we will reunite to stay
together,forever, in our mansion thats being prepared.
I know that you are with Him now,Jesus and our loved ones are with you there.

Wait for me,my darling son,for I will remain faithful to God and never ever stray,
For I will not be defeated,the thought of being reunited with you keeps me on that strait and narrow way.

I would have never survived if the Lord hadnt carried me in His arms,
comforting me,giving me peace,protecting me from harm.
Because I didnt think I could live in this world without you being a part,
He gives me strength but every day I feel you in my heart.


I'll never say good-by,I will see you in awhile,
Soon to be together again,how I long to see your smile.
I love you so much words cant express the sadness in my heart,
How I look so forward to that day when we will never have to part.

We will sing and shout praises to the King,
Oh what joy,oh what gladness,praises forever to ring.
You may be singing in the angel band,I can just hear yopu now,
The glow on your face,your voice singing praises,to the King we'll bow.
I know that dad,your uncles, and grandparents are with you in that place with Jesus as your heavenly host,our Savior,Redeemer,the One who died for all.
Holding you in His arms,I see you standing so straight and tall.

I'll see you soon,sweetheart, I will keep on keeping on,
Jesus is the Rock that I stand upon.
He is the One that will carry me through,
When my days are bad and I am missing you.
He lets me know that we will be together once again,
Forever and ever,nevermore to end.


BY DJ French 7/27/2003









Made by Carol, Michael's Mom




Some people have come to the misunderstanding that all I do is sit around, crying and wringing my hands, unable to funtion through my grief for my child. I`m about to try to set the facts straight for myself and other grieving parents. We DO go on with our lives. Are you ready to hear how a typically " normal " day goes for us? Take a deep breath and start reading. We get up in the morning, go through our daily bathroom routine, decide what to wear for the day, go to work, choose where and what we are going to eat lunch, come home ( for those who work outside the home ) do household chores, decide what to have for dinner, play with kids/grandkids/pets ( if we have them ) make and keep doctor/denist appointments, help kids with homework ( if we have them ) read the paper, watch TV, walk the dog, go visit relatives/friends/neighbors, run errands, replace a burned out lightbulb, go shopping for groceries/ Christmas/Birthdays, sit at the computer reading email, surf the net, write to friends, talk on the phone,eat a night-time snack, take a bath/shower, go to bed and try to sleep. What? Did you say that sounds like a typically "normal " day in YOUR life? Imagine that. Well, guess what folks? We are just like you. Our day is pretty much the same as yours. The only thing is, in everything we do, in everything we think about, we always carry with us, the underlying feeling of sadness. We can be happy, even laugh at jokes or funny movies. But that happiness will never be joy again, because something is missing. If we had lost an arm or leg, not a single person would tell us to get over it and get on with our lives or expect us to get back to normal. Why not? Because our loss would be visible one for the whole world to see. Yes we could use crutches or prosthetics, but we would never again be completely back to the way we were before, And THAT would be acceptable. But let our loss be that of a child and everything is different. Our sadness isn`t on display as a missing limb would be. We look normal so therefore, we are expected to act to act normal. If we have to grieve, it must be under the cover of darkness, lest we be told, enough of this self-pity! It`s time to get back to normal now! You`ve grieved long enough! When you say those things to us, You are telling us to forget our child. We could not forget our children any more than we could forget we were missing an arm or leg. Some days are more difficult for us than others. Holidays, Birthdays and Anniversaries really hurt. But we also can`t forget the days that Might have been like weddings, first jobs, grandchildren that we will never be. When we see a child the same age, as ours would have been, we wonder, What would our child have looked liked at that age? When we catch a glimpse of a slender, longhaired blond girl and our hearts catch in our throats because for a split second, we think, There she is! and just as quickly, the flash of joy is replaced by sadness: It isn`t her. Our minds that were but a couple of seconds ago, remembering our shopping list, now remember our loss. This remembering isn`t something we consciously make ourselves do. We don`t want to hurt like this anymore than you want us to hurt. We try to go about our daily lives as best we can. When thoughts of our child sneaks in unexpectedly, It hurts, When we see so many reminders of our loss, we hurt. When we platitudes to get over it and get on with our lives, we hurt. For the rest of our lives, we will live and we will hurt. There`s no getting around grief. Ignore it long enough and it comes back doubled. Well, as you can see, we do get on with our lives and they`re pretty much the same as yours. Only, in our lives something is gone. In your lives something isn`t. Aren`t you the lucky ones? We think so. You see, we used to be you. We envy you more than you could ever imagine. We now have, the knowledge learned only be the tragic loss of a beloved child. Ignorance is Bliss, What I wouldn`t do to be ignorant again. Author Unknown to me




I was born on Feb 10.1955 1 month early.My due date was March 10.Shane left this world on the day that i was due. He wrote me a poem on my 40th birthday,1 month before his death and I want to share this,GB,DJ

FEB 10th 1995

Mom

For 40 years you have struggled to survive thru it all, with your family and friends, with a tender heart,whose love knows no end. Caring for us with each and every passing day. Showering us with love and affection in each and every way. Now we are grown, you made us two fine young men. We thank you for the happiness, all the smiles and grins, Thank you for a childhood that could have been no better, Giving us everything we wanted,your desires didnt matter. Nothing can ever tear you away from the ones you love. I can only close my eyes and thank the Lord for sending you from up above. Sometimes our words and actions cause each other pain, But always we forgive and forget and the sun chases away all the rain. My love for you will never die, in any way, shape or form. Happy Birthday, I love you Mom.

Signed your first born, with love, Ronald "Shane" Short








Written In Stone

Your gravestone finally arrived today,
That's what the voice on the phone had to say.
"Come check it over, make sure it's right,
and I will set it before tomorrow night."
I cannot begin to describe the shock that I felt,
When I laid my eyes on your stone, another blow was dealt.
Seeing your name, written boldly in stone,
My knees got weak, and I heard myself moan.

It is final now, you really did die,
The name on the stone is not a lie.
Denial has gotten me far in my life,
But I can't deny what is written in stone, my strife.

I had to run, and hide in the truck,
cause the tears are falling, and my heart has been struck.
That name that is written upon that stone,
is my beloved son, and yes, he is gone!

How many times can my heart be broken in two,
over and over, because I have lost you.
All I can think is "It's written in stone",
My son is gone, and I sit here alone.

I really didn't expect to feel this much emotion,
upon seeing your stone, and I wish for a potion,
to erase the wrenching torment I feel in my heart,
a pain I have become familiar with, since we have been apart.

"God,", I asked, "How much longer? How many more times,
must I feel this knife pierce my heart, live riddles and rhymes?
I know he is better off up there with you in heaven above,
but what do I do without the son that I love?"

I watched as the stone was placed on your grave,
And once again, I decided to be brave.
So I stuffed the heartache and pain deep inside,
with the rest of the feelings that I have to hide.

I told the caretaker, "It's a beautiful stone.",
as I stood there, I felt so horribly alone.
But my face did not show it, and that voice continued to intone,
You cannot deny it, it's written in stone.

written by Bonnie Atkinson
In loving memory of her son, Jonathan Ray Atkinson.
January 19, 1981- March 30, 2002
http://mysonjohn.com





















~ God's Lent Child ~
written by: Edgar L. Guest

I'll lend you for a little while, a child of Mine, God said.
For you to love the while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.

It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three.
But will you till I call him back, take care of him for Me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return













~ You Will Never Be Forgotten ~
written by: Jessica Andrews

I’ll always see your face
The corner of your smile
And all the little things that no one will ever know
Like it was yesterday, won’t ever fade away
Goodbye is just a word that I will never say

You will never be forgotten
A million days could pass us by
But what is time but just a dream
Oh I still feel you here with me
You’re more than just a memory
Oh you will never be forgotten

I can‘t hold your hand
Or look into your eyes
And when I talk to you
It just echoes in my mind
But If hearts are made of dust
And if we fell from the stars
I look up tonight and know just where you are

You will never be forgotten
A million days could pass us by
But what is time but just a dream
Oh I still feel you here with me
You’re more than just a memory
Oh you will never be forgotten

And the world just keeps on going
It has no way of knowing
That you’re gone

You will never be forgotten
A million days could pass us by
But what is time but just a dream
Oh I still feel you here with me
You’re more than just a memory
Oh you will never be forgotten























The Elephant In The Room ~
written by: Terry Kettering

There's an elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with, "How are you?" and "I'm fine,"
and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather. We talk about work.
We talk about everything else,
except the elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room.
We all know it's there.
We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very large elephant.
It has hurt us all.
But we don't talk about the elephant in the room.

Oh, please say his name.
Oh, please say his name again.
Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room.
For if we talk about his death, perhaps we can talk about his life.

Can I say his name to you and not have you look away?
For if I cannot, then you are leaving me....

alone....

in a room....

with an elephant.






















A MOTHER'S GRIEF


There are many emotions we are hit with in life,

Grief is the hardest, filled with heart wrenching strife.

Nobody knows the worst grief, unless, they lose a child,

To never hear their voice again, never see their sweet sweet smile.

There is no hurt like it,there is no pain like a Mother's grief,

Knowing their child will never again come home, its beyond anyone's belief.

Some people will say with stone conviction, I know just how you feel,

This is just their ignorance speaking , though , for them, this isn't real.

They can't know the horrors we have seen, or the pain that fills our entire hearts and souls.

They can't even imagine the nightmares we have, None of this can they know.


They will say, " Get over it," " Get past," Get on with your life,"


They dont understand when they utter these things, they are only twisting the knife,

That has been thrust deep into our hearts, the second we were told,

Our child wasnt here anymore, they were now trodding on streets of gold.


Grief, an emotion so deep, it cant be explained, Some will never understand,

The ones that have their children close, will never comprehend.

Our minds race at all times, memories rushing through our brains so fast,

Of happy times, of loving times, of the time we saw them last.


Grief fills our hearts, what could we have done, what ifs, hows and whys,

We will never understand, receive any answers to our questions, all we can seem to do is sit and cry.

We sit at their graves for hours, seeking just 1 sign.

Wanting to know their spirit is with us, that they haven't left us behind.


We dream of them still here with us, and wake up so relieved,

For just a few minutes, we thought they were here, its been a nightmare we so want to believe.

But, then, we look around, and see their picture's surrounding us everywhere.

Reality hits and we know its all real, its truly the burden we now bear.


Every day we pray this will get easier, but, it never does or will,

We are trapped in our memories with them, we want everyone to remember them still.

But, life goes on for all but us, memories for others will fade and grow dim,

They won't all remember everything, as we do, a piece of our heart has been taken with them.


We wonder how other's lives can go on, when ours is stuck forever, missing and longing for our child?

Never forgetting them for 1 second, every move, every word, every smile.

But, life must go on for others and we must understand.

Though they loved our angel so much, they cant always hold our hands.


To go on with their lives doesn't mean they didn't love, maybe just can't take anymore tears,

But they haven't forgotten completely, they will dwell on these memories for years.

But, for us Moms, it's different, we will truly never ever forget and never do we want to forget , our precious babies and their fate.

That is why we build these sites to preserve and lock in time all these special dates.

One day we will all be together again, and websites and dates will cease to be.

In heaven we will dwell, with our loved one, this time for eternity.
By DJ French 3/26.06






























~ I'm An Angel Now ~
written by: Janice Grogen

One night I cried to Jesus as I sat beneath a tree
I looked into the open sky and hoped He'd answer me...
I'm lost dear Lord, I've traveled far, but still I seem to roam
Please light the way and lead me Lord, I need to get back home...

I told Him of my burdens, and of the sadness in my heart
That from His gracious love, I'd never felt so far apart...
Why did you take my child Lord? I cannot understand!
No longer can I touch his face, or hold his tiny hand...

I'm angry Lord, I'm missing him, I'm drowning in my sorrow
Please help to heal my yesterday and face each new tomorrow...
It was then I heard his gentle voice and felt his presence near
How I wanted so to hold him as I cried another tear...

He said "Mommy, I'm an angel now my spirit will be free
I'm an angel now in Heaven, so please don't cry for me
I was chosen by our Lord above and now I'm in His care
When you need me, look inside your heart, I promise to be there

No one can ever take away our bond with one another
For I'll always be your precious child, as you will be my mother
So if you cannot find your way, or the road to home seems far
Just look up to the Heavens...and Ill be your guiding star!"

He said "Mommy, I'm an angel now My spirit will be free
I'm an angel now in Heaven, no need to cry for me..."

But there are lessons taught down there, I want this child to learn.

I've looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes, I have selected you.

Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call this lent child back again?

I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
and for the happiness we've known, will ever grateful stay.

But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.























Pennies From Heaven ~
written by: Author Unknown

I found a penny today
just laying on the ground
But it is not just a penny
this little coin I've found...

Found pennies come from Heaven
that's what my Grandpa once told me
He said Angels toss them down
oh, how I loved that story...

He said when an Angel misses you
they toss a penny down
Sometimes just to cheer you up
and make a smile out of your frown...

So don't pass by that penny
when you are feeling blue
It may be a penny from Heaven
that an Angel has tossed to you.....
















~ My Mom Is A Survivor ~
written by: Kay Des'Ormeaux

My mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said...
But I can hear her crying at night, when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night, and go to hold her hand...
She does not know I'm with her, to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach, that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see...tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death, to keep my memory alive...
But anyone who truly knows her, knows it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom, through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore.

I know that does not help her, or ease the burden that she bears...
So if you get a chance, go visit her...and show her that you care.
For no matter was she says..no matter what she feels...
My surviving mom has a broken heart, that time will never heal.


















Written In Stone

Your gravestone finally arrived today,
That's what the voice on the phone had to say.
"Come check it over, make sure it's right,
and I will set it before tomorrow night."
I cannot begin to describe the shock that I felt,
When I laid my eyes on your stone, another blow was dealt.
Seeing your name, written boldly in stone,
My knees got weak, and I heard myself moan.

It is final now, you really did die,
The name on the stone is not a lie.
Denial has gotten me far in my life,
But I can't deny what is written in stone, my strife.

I had to run, and hide in the truck,
cause the tears are falling, and my heart has been struck.
That name that is written upon that stone,
is my beloved son, and yes, he is gone!

How many times can my heart be broken in two,
over and over, because I have lost you.
All I can think is "It's written in stone",
My son is gone, and I sit here alone.

I really didn't expect to feel this much emotion,
upon seeing your stone, and I wish for a potion,
to erase the wrenching torment I feel in my heart,
a pain I have become familiar with, since we have been apart.

"God,", I asked, "How much longer? How many more times,
must I feel this knife pierce my heart, live riddles and rhymes?
I know he is better off up there with you in heaven above,
but what do I do without the son that I love?"

I watched as the stone was placed on your grave,
And once again, I decided to be brave.
So I stuffed the heartache and pain deep inside,
with the rest of the feelings that I have to hide.

I told the caretaker, "It's a beautiful stone.",
as I stood there, I felt so horribly alone.
But my face did not show it, and that voice continued to intone,
You cannot deny it, it's written in stone.

written by Bonnie Atkinson
In loving memory of her son, Jonathan Ray Atkinson.
January 19, 1981- March 30, 2002
http://mysonjohn.com 




For You My Precious Child


I know you haven't left me,
Your presence I still feel,
The love you give surrounds me,
And your smile it seems so real.

While I lay at night in stillness,
Your voice to me so clear,
My heart starts beating faster,
When I know that you're so near.

Sweetheart come and take me,
To the Heaven where you live,
God knows I long to hold you,
I still have so much to give.

You wouldn't have to keep me there,
Just only for a while,
Long enough to hug you,
And to once more see your smile.

Can you hear me speaking,
Are you close enough to hear,
Will you please reach out and touch me,
So I'll know that you are near.

Could it be that you are sleeping,
While I dream again once more,
Or God showing what faith can do,
When I open up His door.

I hold you safely in my heart,
And you travel through my soul,
The days we spent together,
Were the happiest I'll ever know.

You are sweet like the breath of an Angel,
That lingers and will never leave,
I'll see you soon my precious child,
And no longer shall I grieve.

Before you have to go my love,
Please fly me to the stars,
I need to see where you rest at night,
And if I have to travel far
Author unknown
















This beautiful memorial quilt was made by Nica. I wanted one for so long but didnt know who to ask. I am a member of an online grief support group called Peace 4 US and they started making these awesome quilts for the ones who didnt have one. I couldnt even speak when I first saw it because it told the story of Shane's life, all that he loved. Thank You Nica, I will cherish this gift until the day I die. Hugs, Dj














































 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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Your mom misses you deeply, Shane :(   / Diante Wayne ((Braden Erickson's friend) )
Hi Shane,      Your mom made a site for her boy that she loves so much. She also made some poems for you. I'm sorry that you died. I did'nt lose my best friend from a gun shot. Thank god. But I lost my best friend, Braden on May ...  Continue >>
My Shane   / Mom (Mom)
I love and miss u more and more each day Shane. Mom
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Dear Shane's mumthinking of you and your Angel this valentines daywith Love Jacob's Mumwww.caringbridge.org/me/jacob<a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/47ih2qc.jpg" bord...  Continue >>
just visiting   / Holli's Mom
(((((((((((Shane)))))))))))Look at what your mother made....You have a very beautiful and talented mother shane and I know you are proud of her.She sure is proud of you.  She brags about you all the time and it won't be long and she will be...  Continue >>
Shane your mom sure loves her child   / ROSE MCPHEE (LEO'S MOM )
Hello Shane I was passing by and wanted to say Hi ,then I seen all the poems your mom has for you wow im sure you send her love every day in your angel way I lost my 16 year old son Leo on March 21,06 he was trying a game called space monkey (choking...  Continue >>
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Mom  
Shane wrote this poem exactly one month before his death, on my 40th birthday. Shane left this world on the exact day that I, his mom, was due to enter. I wasborn 1 month early on Feb 10,1955, my moms 32nd birthday.
Mom


For 40 years you have struggled
to survive thru it all,
with your family and friends,
with a tender heart,whose love knows no end.
Caring for us with each and every passing day.
Showering us with love and affection in each and every way.
Now we are grown, you made us two fine young men.
We thank you for the happiness, all the smiles and grins,
Thank you for a childhood that could have been no better,
Giving us everything we wanted,your desires didnt matter.
Nothing can ever tear you away from the ones you love.
I can only close my eyes
and thank the Lord for sending you from up above.
Sometimes our words and actions cause each other pain,
But always we forgive and forget
and the sun chases away all the rain.
My love for you will never die,
in any way, shape or form.
Happy Birthday, I love you Mom.


Signed your first born, with love, Ronald "Shane" Short
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