Sean Michael Willis

* October 3, 1978 ~ April 21,2006 *

A wonderful and caring friend.

A sweet and sensitive cousin.

I am listening to to Far Away by Nickleback and all I see is your face.

How is that when we all woke up today,you didn't?

How is it a heart as big and full of love as your was could just stop beating? Much less attack?

You were taken from us WAY to soon. You never even saw your 30th birthday.

I know you are in the arms of the Lord Jesus right now,and I am thankful that you found him when you did. I am so glad that we had that talk a when I moved back to town and shared that we had both found our Savior. I have peace in knowing your starting your eternity of happiness with God.

I will always remember all the times we drove around town in your toyota truck doing the *Newport 500* from the Ames/Mc Donald's parking lot to the high school and back talking on our CB radios. Riding from one parking lot to another cause the cops didn't want us *tresspassing* or *loitering* anywhere to long.

The smile on your face and the way you cried when you held newborn Marissa,your new little cousin, in your big arms when you came to see us in the hospital will always be in my heart.You were the first one to hold her after my parents. Did you know how much that little baby loved you? She always smiled when she saw your face above her playpen.

I remember all the silly things we did!(And the downright stupid things, too!)

Taking a boatride when the Sugar River overflowed and flooded the Horsey Park in a *borrowed* canoe and getting it stuck on the Jungle Gym.

 One of my fave times was when I lived right above the pizza place on main street with Ellen. We had that big huge blizzard snow storm and we made anatomically correct snowmen (complete with racy thong underwear and a nice lacy bra!) on the little roof of the candy shop outside my window.We made snowballs and threw them at your Toyota truck on the street below. We laughed all night long!

I remember hanging out together with you, the *twin tower*Brayley's Tim and Tom,Ellen,Stiffy,Pete and *Big*  Pete Lamer, picking on Lonny's  *Blueberry* car (its a saffire darn it!)at Hazlatt's Park by the covered bridge.

I still vividly remember the day we were hanging out at Hazlatt's and the Police burnt the pot feild up in Croyden!What idiots! We all got the smoke that drifted down the hills on the wind! What a HIGH day that was for most of the town!

You and me and the *twin towers*riding around in your truck all summer long and going to Pollards Mills to swin (freezing our buts off in the icy water) and ripping our shorts sliding down the waterfall.

I still laugh when I think about *Eva the 10 ton cupcake and the 100 crack*AKA Peter and his pants slipping so far down due to no belt that that cop fined him a hundred bucks for mooning him and called it indecent exposure when Peter bent over!

You always laughed like the pilsburry dough boy when someone poked ya in the tummy.Thats why we started to call you biscuit! You were always laughing.

Most of all I remember your compasion and your sensitivity.

More than once you had to console me after doing something stupid in following my heart.

And I you in return.

You always cared about others more than you did about yourself.

You were laughter in times of sorrow.

You were a shoulder when one of us needed to cry.

You always knew how to take care of us when we needed help,the *goto*.

I wil always know my life was bettered by having you in it.

I am sorry you weren't there more.

Say *HI* to our 3 other friends, Karen, Danny, and Tara, who went before you for the rest of us still down here missing them as much as we already miss you.

We will always remember you big guy,for the biggest thing about you was your heart.

We love you Sean. 

We will see you again.

 

 

~*~ Photograph & Far away--Nickleback ~*~

~*~ When I get where I'm Going--Brad Paisley~*~

 

Ever just feel like you can't catch up and everything is always in an" OH CRAP!" kinda mode?

I feel like that lately. The end of the semester is dawning on me in a few weeks. Its do good or fail time. My brain ain't working. I cannot seem to comprehend and retain ANYTHING lately. I am brain farting all the time. I don't think the 'Lithium Clause' can quite cover all of this? 'OH, CRAP'?

Add to all that: I am sick. Yes, again! Darn New Hampshire weather! I want to go home to Florida!I never got sick in Florida. Since I moved here it seems I get sick everytime I get well again from something else. The girls brought home this LOVELY little intestinal bug that makes you sit on the pot and strain,cry, and have painful tummy cramps for nothing but tiny squirts...oh yes I know,TMI.....but it hurts so bad! I have to miss out on class tonight because I have to be in and out of the bathroom to much and I will disturb class and in effect learn nothing and bother everyone who is trying to do that as well.Darn it! 'OH, CRAP'?

The kids started their April vacation yesterday. Woohoo. a whole week of all my kids all day! Now Why in the world woudn't that be heaven on earth? GIVE ME A BREAK! Whoever invented school vacations out to be shot and quartered! They should be in school every day except sunday all year long! Yes, I am kidding....or am I? Anyways, They are here all week with no school.. 'OH, CRAP'?

 

Uh Oh !  Back to the throne.......hopefully 'OH, CRAP' !!

 

 "Say to the daughter of Zion,

see,your king comes to you,

 gentle and riding on a donkey,

on a colt,on the foal of a donkey."

 Matthew 21:5  

 "They brought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat on them.  A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.  The crowds that went ahed of him and those that followed shouted:

 "Hosanna to the Son of David!

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!

Hosanna in the highest!"

 Matthew 21:7-9

 For all my Brothers and Sisters in Christ-

 May you all have a Blessed and wonderful Palm Sunday!

 In HIS love,

RED

 

~*~ Arise My LOVE - Newsong ~*~

1.)  I didn't Graduate with my class in High School.

I quit High School (Don't EVER do this stupid thing !TRUST ME!)with 3 months left in my senior year because I got married to my High School sweetheart.He was military and it was during the first Gulf War,so I moved to an Air Force base in NJ.I got my GED in '96.(Right after I divorced him...)

2.)  I named my oldest Daughter after a picture of a porcelin doll.

I was pregnant with my first child and I had NO IDEA what I was going to name her.I had gone through lists and books of names but nothing seemed to feel right. One day I was sitting in the waiting room reading a magazine when I saw the most precious little blond blue eyed porcelin doll picture. The doll was a little girl child about the age of 2. The hair and eyes looked just like my Dads and the smile was so adorable I melted. The dolls name was *Marissa* and I had never met or knew of a Marissa so I ripped it out and that is what I named my daughter.I still have the picture in her baby book.

3.)  I put mayonaise on pretty much EVERYTHING!

I like mayo on my baked beans,turkey dogs,chicken,turkey burgers,mashed taters,biscuits,ect ect... you get the picture. YUMMMY!

4.)  I  like the smell of formaldahide.

I just seem to like the smell of disecting things,labs,ect. I didn't have to *cheat* and put on a mask ,put vapo-rub under my nose,or  chew on pepermint candy during Anatomy disection lab last week. Yes, I know...I am a strange person.

5.)  I  Have Obsesive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).

My closet is in color order and sectioned out by object and description.I aphebetize my canned goods and bathroom products.I MUST change the toilet paper roll in ANY bathroom I am in no matter where it is so that the paper comes out of the roll on top,not underneath. Everything has its place and there is a place for everything.....Yes, I am a nut, I have it on paper.

I just came off of Adventures of Bipolar Girls last post. In her post she relays the story of a Teenager named Justin Berry. So I Googled the name to read more about what had affected her so much.

 If you have not heard of Justin Berry,you should Google his name. Espesially those of you who have small children with computers and webcams in your home.

 Justin's story is a tragic telling of what can happen when a lonely and lost child is loose on the internet full of Predetors with a webcam at his dispoasal and a lack of parental supervision or attention.

What became of this boys life as he decended down the slippery slope into Webcam internet child pronogrophy made me sick,repulsed,scared for my own children,and most of all angry. Riotusly angry that this poor boy was not protected from the vultures who ripped him alive all thoroughout his childhood,most of all his own father, who profited monetarily from his sons webcam sexual exploits and helped him carry them out by providing prostitutes for his sexual encounters.

 We as Christians need to cry out for this child and send as much prayers as we can muster and lift our voices to heaven on Justin's behalf and for all the children out there whose names we don't know.

We as citizens whave a moral obligation to cry out to our government that this kind of predetory behavior stops its ravage on our smallest and that the animals who practice this aboration be punished to the highest extents of the law.

Justin Berry has found the strength to turn his life around. He has submitted himself to athorities and turned over all his evidencial records to stop these predetors in their tracks.Justin is fighting back against those who stole his inocence.Justin has also submitted himself to a higher athority, GOD.Justin has returned to the Church and been baptised in the name of the Lord. Justin is sharing his story so the world may know what has happened to him, how it happened, and to stop it from happening to another little boys childhood.

 

Please pray for Justin Berry tonight.

 Pray for the athorities handling this case.

Pray for the children who haven't been saved as Justin has.

Please pray for the families of all who are in the path of this monsterous wave of filth.

WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

 Make a difference on your knees,pray.

Full story found at www.nytimes.com Story entiteled *Through his webcam a boy joins a sordid online world*by Kurt Eichenwald