A Tribute To Tyrone

• by Nada De Villiers
• 11 months ago

My nephew Kyran was taken in from us on Saturday the 22nd of September 2017, due to Leukemia, which had then spread to his brain. We really wish he could have stayed with us, but we know he is in a much better place.

• by Jennifer Lynn Lancaster
• 1 year ago

My tall, handsome 24 year old son was shot in the back as he ran for his life. The 22 caliber bullet went through his back and into his heart. Jimmy stumbled then fell dead. That was Tuesday, August 23, 2016. Jimmy would have been 25 on Christmas Eve. Tears flow weekly. He was so good natured and funny. I think of my only son every day. I look forward to the murder trial. It's been put off twice, but hopefully it will happen in November. I've lost faith over this. Please pray for justice for Jimmy.

• by Jessica Castillo
• 1 year ago

My son Daniel was taken from us January 17, 2015. He was shot 3 times: once in the back, once in the head, and once in the chest by an officer. His life was taken from his 7 children. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him. It is so hard. He would have turned 30 this July.

• by Wandisile Mathebula
• 1 year ago

In June 2016, I lost my beloved sister. She was so precious. It's so hard to believe that she's gone forever. May her soul rest in peace. I love you, my dearest sister.

• by Alahi Kaneola Igafo
• 3 years ago

My nephew was recently stabbed to death and I still don't know how to get over this. His father was also stabbed but my brother pulled through. One of my other brothers were killed too, because his wife poisoned him. My name is Alahi, and my mom also abuses me, life on my hands isn't very easy. But please for me, love what you have. Because I don't have what you have any day. Yes I lost my nephew and my brother. And yet that has changed me so much. But the only thing bad about this is I am constantly being judged because I need to drink a beer a night to get my mind clear if not I'll have an anxiety attack.

• by Racheal M
• 4 years ago

Reading all these messages is heart breaking. This is a beautiful poem . I lost my son in 2002, but the hurt feels like yesterday. It's the hardest thing for a family to endure, and I wouldn't wish this loss upon my worst enemy.

• by Overedia, Gary IN
• 5 years ago

I lost my first born and only son, September 12, 2012. HE was murdered in his sleep by people he considered his friends. This is the worse pain I have ever had to feel, and I don't know how to accept it. Living day to day acting as if its okay is killing me inside, so I continue to stay in Prayer .

• by Josephine, Houston
• 5 years ago

I arrived home to Houston, from New York on July 17th. I just buried my ex husband. We were divorced but remained friends. On the 22nd of July I received a call from my sister-in-law telling me she got a call from a Clearwater, Fl., police officer telling her my son, Anthony, 48, was in a motorcycle accident and died just an hour or so earlier. I feel like I've had some sort of non surgical removal of all my innards. I am only aware of 2 things, my constant pain and my emptiness. Sometimes I feel the tears running down my face but I don't even know I'm crying. I feel more comfortable alone because when people ask 'how are you?' I have no answer and don't know what to say. how can you find such words? I don't know.

• by Lawrence J. Bach
• 5 years ago

My son Steven was killed in a motorcycle accident last October. I was either overwhelmed with grief or running on autopilot feeling nothing. When all of my son's affairs were in order, I started having flashbacks of going to the hospital to identify his body. I sought a family therapist to help me process these living nightmares. I've seen a lot of bad things when I worked as a firefighter but nothing compares to the loss of my son. It has been almost six months since Steven died and waves of grief still come. I expect this wound to close but it will never heal completely. I turn to God for that.

• by Tracey Lutrick
• 5 years ago

My son Allen Lutrick was killed in a tragic. I can't even call it an accident. An 82 year old man just couldn't see the stop sign on the side of the bus...well my Allen was killed by this man. So what's next, for now and my life? The bottom!!!

• by Clare, Phuket
• 5 years ago

My first born son Paul was killed tragically off a motorbike in Phuket seven years ago tomorrow. He was 27 years old in the prime of his life. There is not one single day goes by that I don't think of him or hear a song or smell that reminds me of him. I have come to live very near where he was killed and strangely enough I feel extremely close to him. But today I am heart broken, the pain is so raw, I feel up until now I was numb....kept myself busy at work and with my other children but now that I'm here in Thailand I am blessed to have the opportunity to grieve my son and know I will until I meet him again. There is nothing worse in life than losing a child.

• by Toronto Canada
• 5 years ago

I lost my son 2 years ago. He died in his sleep at age 27. There is not a second in the day that I do not think of my precious and beloved son. The emptiness I feel no one can understand unless you have walked the path. To all the mothers that lost their child I feel your pain. My god always guide you and give you the strength to carry on.

• by Jenn
• 6 years ago

My son was killed yesterday from injuries not yet known. I feel like I've died inside he was 3 years old I miss him so much I neeeed help? Anyone have any ideas I feel like I'm going to just die...my heart is broken what do I do?

• by Linda, Dumbarton UK
• 6 years ago

This poem is so heartbreaking I know how you feel I lost my one and only son PATRICK on the 31.10.2010 one month before he would be 28 the biggest shock of my life and the saddest day of my life. I miss my son more than words can say I talk to him every night I light candles for him 24/7 its the most hurting thing in the world you read about people loosing their children but you never think it will happen to you God Bless you my son miss you so so much

• by Arthur And Marie, Steuben Maine
• 6 years ago

We lost our son on April 28, 07 just one month after his 27 birthday. His car had broken down so he went with a friend to a party after work, he planned on working on a car the next day for his transportation to and from work. He lived with us with his two children and their mother, she had gone back home the day before a 2 hour drive from us with our grandchildren , well at 3 that early Saturday morning on the 28 of March there was a knock on the door I answered it as my other son told me it was an officer of the Washington county police , he asked me if I had a son by the name of Arthur Smith Jr. and I said yes. My wife did not want to hear what he was about to say, she started to run into my son's room and all over the place. He said he had been struck and killed in Trenton at 5 minutes of 1 that morning .I was trying to process this in my mind over and over what he had just said, he handed me a piece of paper with the Hancock county sheriffs sergeants name and said to call them to find out any question I had. I had plenty of them but started to call my family at 3:30 to let them know what had happened. It was A TIME I DON'T WANT TO GO THROUGH AGAIN AND I still hear those words today echo through my mind . Everything here at home reminds us of him every day. We had to fight to see our grandchildren as she did not want us to se them after we had practically bonded with them since they were born. I got the court system involved and we have grandparents rights and try to work with her as we know they need their mother but we had them for a whole year as her boyfriend slapped the children around.

• by Tabitha
• 6 years ago

This poem touched me although I cannot cry anymore, my son died in January 2010. I just got a phone call that he died in his sleep at age 25 at his dad's house in Zimbabwe. Cause of death hypertension. I last saw him when I left home in 2001. It hurts it's his anniversary on the 9th January I couldn't go home to bury him because of my status. That hurts more. When I see any young man I would wish he was here with me.

• by Julia S. Wallace, Poughkeepsie
• 6 years ago

My beloved son, Dorian, aged 24, passed away in June of 2010. His body was found in crystal lake in Newburgh NY...an apparent accidental drowning. Thank you for such a touching poem! I have tears as I type here! I miss my baby terribly. Terrible pain. Your poem is beautiful and I hope you can go on as I am trying to do here. I understand from the depths of my soul. PEACE to you.

• by Dakila Millamena, Philippines
• 8 years ago

Yes. The poem entitled "A Tribute to Tyrone" touched and broke my heart. This reminded me of my 4 year old son, Karl TJ Millamena who suffered and passed away from Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma. Diagnosed with inoperable, no cure Pontine Glioma or brain stem tumor last August 2009 and on February 5, 2010 he was taken away from us.