| Location | Zephyrhills, Usa |
| Age | 7 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 16/04/2001 |
| Date of Death | 26/12/2008 |
| Visitors | 2,287 since 05/05/2009 |
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Thank you to all our friends and loved ones for lighting candles, leaving tributes and photos for
Rohan. A wise person once said that as long as a person lives on in our hearts and in our memories,
they will never die... I am praying for that day when the darkness of grief gives way to the light
and beauty of memories made in much happier times.
My baby, Rohan, was full of life, and full of love. His brief life was lived to the fullest,
thoroughly enjoying all that came his way…except maybe for chores and homework. He loved his
birds Sushi and Rex, and wanted more than anything to have a cat, a dog, a turtle and any and all
butterflies that were unlucky enough to get caught in his net. His real passion, however, was
dinosaurs. I made dinosaur- shaped pancakes, and bought a cake tin shaped like his favorite T-Rex.
If I sent him to read a book, guaranteed it would be about some dinosaur or the other. His spelling
tests had to be done on his dino-printed paper, and nothing made him happier than the day he got his
dinosaur comforter and pillows. He wanted to be a paleontologist even before he knew what that
was…as long as it was dino-related, that was good enough for him.
Rohan was born on April 16th, 2001 in Colts Neck, NJ. I named him Rohan for my little brother who
was born on that same day, but had passed away at several months old. Jim, Rohan’s natural father
who himself passed away six years ago, would often say that when life riled him up, Rohan would calm
him down. He was a source of comfort and affection to me all these years. He would play with my
hair, stroke my cheek, and then in his silly voice, tell me something completely outrageous. I once
asked him why he was always so silly, and his response was that he just wanted everybody to be
happy.
He was a dreamer who would come up with all these characters like Huggy-Boy and
Kissy-Boy…unfortunately for Bree,his older sister, she was the usual target for his displays of
affection. So often he would chase her around the house trying to give her a kiss, until she would
run to me or hide in her room. Tony, his step-dad, would often be surprised to find instead of a
full glass of water on the counter, it would be an empty, lip-smudged one instead. I miss my
waterboy. He didn’t care for soda at all, but would light up when I made him triple chocolate
shake. Wonder who he got his love for chocolate from?
I remember our trip to Busch Gardens a year ago, when we visited the flamingoes. Rohan was so
excited! He stood there watching them, until his uncharacteristic patience was rewarded. Mango,
the flamingo, came over and started digging for bugs in Rohan’s curls. It was probably the
highlight of that year. He was so thrilled; he didn’t stop talking about it for weeks.
December 26th, we had gone cycling as a family. After riding along the bike trail for a
couple miles, we headed back. Bree, Rohan and I were riding in front, with Tony and my aunt Michelle
walking behind. We got back to the barrier where a pedestrian crossing connects the trail to the
parking lot where we had left our van. While waiting for traffic to clear, I adjusted his helmet
and told him "boy, this helmet won't help you one bit if you fall off..." He had it on the back of
his head. I also made him switch back bikes with Bree, cause he had been riding hers with legs off
to the side, huge grin across his face...but would get a bit wobbly every now and then. Finally, I
said to them, "when I say "go, you go!" After the last car had passed, I gave the signal and we
started across. We were just about to cross the third lane when I saw the truck coming in our lane.
I slowed down as I got back unto the trail, and Bree rode past me. I looked back to see Rohan just
about to enter that third lane. I jumped off and yelled "STOP! DON'T MOVE!", but the very next thing
I heard was a THUMP, and his bike and crocs went flying. The truck passed and there was no Rohan.
Finally, the truck stopped and there he was behind the back wheel, crumpled and broken. I ran over
to him, took his helmet off and just held him in my lap, telling him how much I loved him. My
curly-haired boy with the big smile was no more.
What can a heartbroken Mom say? My world was turned upside down and life will never be the same.
My baby boy is gone, but God is still faithful and good. God allowed me to have him for but a short
while, but it was long enough to accomplish His purpose. He taught me about loving people, even the
seeming unlovely. He has yet to meet a stranger, and everyone was his friend. He taught me about
forgiveness, and about the futility of holding a grudge. And boy, his hundred and one questions
taught me patience!! I would give anything for just one more question right now. Reminds me of
that line, “we cannot Lord Thy purpose see, but all is well that is done by Thee.”
Like Job, I say, “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away; Blessed be the name of the LORD.” I
never failed to realize that he was a gift from the Lord, here for but a while. The Lord in His
graciousness allowed me to home school, and gave me additional opportunities to teach this precious
one of mine all about his loving Savior. I think Jesus’ ears will be ringing for a while yet,
although I’m sure if He points Rohan to “dino-heaven,” there won’t be a peep out of him. We
miss you, beloved one, but we know you are home, and as happy as could be. We thank God for all the
moments you shared with us, and we are grateful for the seven and a half years in which you touched
our lives and left your mark. So now, may the Lord bless you and keep you, and cause His face to
shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give
you, and us, His peace. Sleep well, my baby boy, Mama loves you.
Do You Hear Me Crying
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Sitting here remembering,
The smile upon your face
And how it made the world light up
You were full of heavenly grace.
No longer can I see your face
For you are with God above
But your loving smile will always be
Tucked in my heart with love.
I know you wouldn’t want to see
Me crying the way I do,
But losing you was a part of me
And days, I can’t make it through.
Do you hear me crying?
It’s because some days I’m down
I look around for you,
But you’re nowhere to be found.
Only pictures now remain of you;
Special songs that meant so much
So if you hear me crying,
It’s because I can’t feel your touch.
Sometimes I think I see you,
On a crowded street or mall.
I then run up and call your name,
But it wasn’t you at all.
My heart still aches in sadness
And tears, oh how they flow!
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
So, if you hear me crying,
It’s something I can’t control
Just understand my darling,
When I’m again with you, I’ll be whole.
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“Author”
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
�copyright Sept 2007
I Came To Brush Your Tears Away
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My dearest loved one, here on earth,
I saw a tear fall down your face.
You didn’t see me standing there,
Nor could you feel my soft embrace.
But I was standing next to you,
I know you looked around.
You seemed to wonder what it was
You thought you heard a sound.
Yes my love, it was I,
Who came to check on you.
I saw a tear fall from your eye,
I knew you were feeling blue.
Even though you cannot see me.
Please know that I am near
I am now an angel from above
To brush away your tear.
I know each day you think of me
And many times shed a tear.
But please just close your eyes
And know that I am near.
As I have told you often,
Do not be afraid to cry.
It does relieve the pain
Knowing we had to say goodbye.
One thing is for certain,
Even though life on earth is o’er
I’m still closer to you now
Than ever I was before.
I know you still don’t understand
Why I had to leave this earth
God doesn’t have any secrets;
It’s just all planned from our birth.
Someday when you have joined me
And meet God at His Throne,
It’s then you will understand
The questions that have been unknown.
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Author
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
�copyright 2007
Baby, I'm so sorry I haven't been writing or lighting candles- I seem to have fallen into a pit and can't quite find my way out. I'll be back though. Know that whether I am here or not, you are always in my heart. Thank you for the gift of you, and may I never fail to see the blessing in your seven years here with me. I miss you.
Mama
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I saw you standing at my grave
…but I’m still here
I saw you turn and say goodbye, you waved
…but I’m still here
I heard you call my name as you slept last night,
I felt your pain and fear and fright
…but I’m still here
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I heard you wonder how you’d cope alone
…but I’m still here
I heard you sob I heard you moan
…but I’m still here
I saw you as you held your head in your hands,
With the world still full of your time’s demands
…but I’m still here
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I held you in my arms today
…I’m still here
I felt your response because you knew there was a way
…I’m still here
I know you felt my hand as it brushed against your cheek,
I haven’t left your side, I’ve been here all week
…I’m still here
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I have a new home where I now reside
…but I’m still here
Love is still the same from the ‘other side’
…and I’m still here
From time to time I’ll pop in and say hello,
I’m really sorry that I had to go
…but I’m still here
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It’s my greatest wish that you live each day
…knowing I’m still here
Life must carry on and I know you’ll find a way
…knowing I’m still here
I promise one day, there’ll be an ease to the pain,
And I want you to begin to live your life again
…knowing I’m still here
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You still have so much more of your life to live
…but I’m still here
Your beautiful soul has such a lot to give
…and I’m still here
Lots more dancing, singing and fun,
Parties to attend and things to be done
…and remember…I’m still here
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By Jacky Newcomb
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It’s amazing what can truly happen,
How your life can be so grand;
When you give up trying on your own
And let an angel hold your hand.
All the loneliness inside of you
Will completely disappear;
When you realize you’re not alone,
That your angel is very near.
Your life will become more meaningful,
As well as totally rearrange;
You’ll be amazed at all that you can do,
At the blessings of the change.
You will be able to handle anything,
There is nothing you can’t face;
With your angel there to lead you
Your entire life will fall in place.
Just give up trying on your own,
And allow your angel to lead;
All of Heaven’s blessings will come to you,
Nothing else you’ll ever need.
No matter what you are called to do,
How simple or complex the task;
Your angel will be there to show the way,
All you have to do is ask.
Don’t ever let yourself feel discouraged,
Feel this thought within your soul;
All the things you’ve ever dreamed of
Will become a reachable goal.
So let your angel hold your hand,
Your life will be so complete;
Prepare to conquer the tasks of life,
There will be no battle you can’t defeat.
✻ ❃ ✻ ❃ ✻ ❃ ✻ ❃ ✻ ❃ ✻ ❃ ✻ ❃
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THE DAY GOD TOOK YOU IN HIS ARMS
MY WORLD IT FELL APART
I FELT SO LONELY DEEP INSIDE
NOTHING COULD MEND MY BROKEN HEART
I WANTED YOU HERE RIGHT BY MY SIDE
LIKE I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE
I NEVER THOUGHT GOD WOULD TAKE YOU
BUT HE WANTED YOU AT PEACE YOU SEE
I KNOW YOUR HAPPY NOW AND FREE FROM HURT AND PAIN
MY LOSS THATS EASY IS NOW HEAVENS GAIN
I TALK TO YOU ALL THE TIME
AND WAIT FOR YOUR REPLY
I SIT AND LISTEN SO HARD TO HEAR
SO I LOOK UP INTO THE SKY
I FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOU NEAR
IT GIVES ME SUCH A GLOW
I KNOW THAT YOU ARE WITH ME
AND DID'NT REALLY GO
ALTHOUGH I CANNOT SEE YOU
WE WILL NEVER TRULY PART
I HAVE YOU CLOSE WITHIN ME
RIGHT HERE INSIDE MY HEART.
WRITTEN BY
MARGARET PILKINGTON
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I Will Be Waiting
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
My precious one, you’ve gone to be
With our Saviour in Heaven above.
But I’ll be waiting for our next embrace
And hold your hand with love.
God chose to take you ahead of me
And sadness still fills my heart.
But someday we will be joined again
And never again shall we part.
I know you’re in God’s hands right now
With no pain, or sorrow to bear.
For you’re in a place of peace and love,
Of which I look forward to share.
Your face I see when I close my eyes
And sometimes there’s a tear or two.
But because I’m only human dear,
It’s my wanting to be with you.
I will be strong, and live my life
Until God calls me home.
Then meet me at those Golden Gates
Where God, is by His throne.
Oh yes, I shall be waiting
On that glorious day to arrive
With you and Jesus by my side
It is then, I will feel alive.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
copyright 2004
~♥~ Our Guardian Angels will speak to us
in many different ways ~♥~
~♥~ They'll whisper joy from a bird's song
or wind through a majestic pine ~♥~
~♥~ Or laugh amid the rolling clouds
in a joyous thunder clap ~♥~
~♥~ Or whisper love through a turtle dove
or from a puppy's joyous yap ~♥~
~♥~ So listen closely to every sound
than might come your way ~♥~
~♥~ It could be your angel saying,
"Have a Wonderful Day." ~♥~
~By Shannon L. Story~
The Pit of Grief
The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.
The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.
Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.
Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.
Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.
My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.
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