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Memory is a beautiful thing. Those warm summer mornings sitting on the front porch. Jumping on Colton's trampoline in a frilled baby pink tu-tu. Little white bows in my golden curls as I bounce, grinning so wide, in the rays of the Texas sun. Trips to the lake in our old boat. The water warm and glittering, calling me for a swim. Tubing behind the Seaswirl with my baby brother, giggling like little kids do. My old cowgirl costume for Halloween. Running from door to door with an old ragged filled pillowcase in hand. Singing Hilary Duff in my 5th grade talent show. Nervously shaking as I watch the smiling crowd in front of me. My first crush sitting next to me in math class, Mrs. Woo telling me to stop daydreaming. Green eyes that stare back into mine, laughing, moving in front of me. Adventures in Burbank with Megan. Laughing so hard we fall to the sidewalk in front of a full Mexican restaurant. My first boyfriend kissing me under an oak tree, in McCambridge Park at sunset. Here I sit now. At my washed out desk in a new dorm, in college. My life will keep moving on, and I have all these beautiful memories to fill it with. My own personal home videos to dance through my head, as I think, as I dream, as I film more to think back on in ten years. Life is too beautiful to waste. I thank God that I have been so blessed to be living. Loving, laughing, singing, dancing, smiling and holding on to this free spirit that possesses me and moves me. Someday life will be but a wonderful memory.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Remembering Me
Memory is a beautiful thing. Those warm summer mornings sitting on the front porch. Jumping on Colton's trampoline in a frilled baby pink tu-tu. Little white bows in my golden curls as I bounce, grinning so wide, in the rays of the Texas sun. Trips to the lake in our old boat. The water warm and glittering, calling me for a swim. Tubing behind the Seaswirl with my baby brother, giggling like little kids do. My old cowgirl costume for Halloween. Running from door to door with an old ragged filled pillowcase in hand. Singing Hilary Duff in my 5th grade talent show. Nervously shaking as I watch the smiling crowd in front of me. My first crush sitting next to me in math class, Mrs. Woo telling me to stop daydreaming. Green eyes that stare back into mine, laughing, moving in front of me. Adventures in Burbank with Megan. Laughing so hard we fall to the sidewalk in front of a full Mexican restaurant. My first boyfriend kissing me under an oak tree, in McCambridge Park at sunset. Here I sit now. At my washed out desk in a new dorm, in college. My life will keep moving on, and I have all these beautiful memories to fill it with. My own personal home videos to dance through my head, as I think, as I dream, as I film more to think back on in ten years. Life is too beautiful to waste. I thank God that I have been so blessed to be living. Loving, laughing, singing, dancing, smiling and holding on to this free spirit that possesses me and moves me. Someday life will be but a wonderful memory.
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ME: gmorn i'm sore but will try walking today FRIEND: What u sore from? ME: my whole body aches from every day of the last few weeks FRIEND: I see. Yes, start slow and do what u can. ME: Was his death quick and painless or slow and agonizing? Do I want really want to know? Will a forensic pathologist supplying me with his cause of death provide me with that elusive state known as 'closure'??...I wake up but the nightmare never goes away.... FRIEND: :-( , that is very very saddening I don't want to give the wrong idea when I say that I've felt like I could relate to Colton when I hear you talk about him, because I was a pretty messed up kid and was in a lot of trouble, but very high spirited, and when trouble came I wasn't scared, but gave all I had. That's how I think, and I've thought about that. ME: maybe he died "ok"?? its been 5 yrs but i'm just now feeling it.... FRIEND: Because u always kept hope that he may come home. ME: ok as in he was brave and knew he was loved... FRIEND: That is correct. I don't see fear from him. Maybe anger, but I don't fear. If anything he was worried about you, and if you'd be ok. Knowing u wouldnt is what scared him. Now u know, he is home He's been with u 'all this time. I've lived though a couple of those moments, and that's what I thought about, the ones who brought me in this world and my family cause I knew they loved me. ME: if i had known that night the truth i would have no doubt about it, knowing my state of mind at that time, committed suicide ...it was graciousness that allowed me 5 yrs of slow torture. FRIEND: <3 ME: you're good ppl
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
That can't feel good, there's nothing good about it, but that has got to be a secret that keeps them in fear. The longer they holds it, the more it eats them. That's natures law.
ME: gmorn i'm sore but will try walking today FRIEND: What u sore from? ME: my whole body aches from every day of the last few weeks FRIEND: I see. Yes, start slow and do what u can. ME: Was his death quick and painless or slow and agonizing? Do I want really want to know? Will a forensic pathologist supplying me with his cause of death provide me with that elusive state known as 'closure'??...I wake up but the nightmare never goes away.... FRIEND: :-( , that is very very saddening I don't want to give the wrong idea when I say that I've felt like I could relate to Colton when I hear you talk about him, because I was a pretty messed up kid and was in a lot of trouble, but very high spirited, and when trouble came I wasn't scared, but gave all I had. That's how I think, and I've thought about that. ME: maybe he died "ok"?? its been 5 yrs but i'm just now feeling it.... FRIEND: Because u always kept hope that he may come home. ME: ok as in he was brave and knew he was loved... FRIEND: That is correct. I don't see fear from him. Maybe anger, but I don't fear. If anything he was worried about you, and if you'd be ok. Knowing u wouldnt is what scared him. Now u know, he is home He's been with u 'all this time. I've lived though a couple of those moments, and that's what I thought about, the ones who brought me in this world and my family cause I knew they loved me. ME: if i had known that night the truth i would have no doubt about it, knowing my state of mind at that time, committed suicide ...it was graciousness that allowed me 5 yrs of slow torture. FRIEND: <3 ME: you're good ppl
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Inspired by the Colton Boushie verdict. There is no respect when one of us is shot. There is no respect when our children are taken away. There is no respect when one of us goes missing or is murdered. There is no respect when we have no drinking water and live in 3rd world shacks. There is no respect when the RCMP break down our doors and throw our elders to the floor. There is no respect when it is okay for a white man to **** us and the media tells everyone we are to blame. There is no respect. There is apathy. There is ignorance. There is violence. There is death. There is silence. But There is a voice born everyday. A community that continues to grow. There is an elder who continues to teach. And there is a path we must continue to walk. There is a fire in our hearts that will never go out. And those voices born today will teach those born tomorrow that we will never fail. Because together we will have justice in this life or the next for this path never ends.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Respect is four letter word.
my purpose of those yearly vigils was primarily as an effort for Colton to hear through the grapevine in one form or another that he was not only not forgotten but that he was extremely well loved and sincerely missed and to show Colton that whether his leaving was unintentional as in afraid to come home for missing curfew and 1 day turned into 2,3,4 and by that time he may have felt that he had painted himself into a corner and I wanted him to not feel embarrassed or humiliated that this had gone on as far as it had because, hell, the whole world that knew him or at least his family and friends were willing to have a party and he was the guest of honor!!!! No, it's not like I ever had that fantasy that in the middle of pizza the first year or grilled burgers that last year that he would come walking up and join us although it was a comforting story we all let run through out minds at least once or twice as we planned these events ea September although my once upon a time story usually had Colton walking in the back door as i'm doing dishes (see, it really is a fairy tale) and in typical Colton fashion he tries to play it off tries to play me with a "Hi, Mom" and act like nothing had happened and I am torn between hugging him and grounding him But actually I know I would have done what I always did to all of my children whenever they came back from camp or being with the other parent or whenever I had gone away from them for any length of time was sniff their head and get that scent of them just like when they were babies although teenage head is not the same smell especially if they haven't washed their hair it's a mom thang (Did you kids know this or was I slick when I did this) Or had Colton purposely planned his get away in an effort to start a new identity knowing in hindsight just how horribly stressed he had been with events occurring to him at such a young age of 17 and it was bittersweet to hear the new Shinedown tune playing at that time Second Chance where the singer tells his parents goodbye and I wanted him to find out that the Colton Ross Barrera that he had tried to leave behind was still very much needed to come home And at one time it used to scare me that my son ran away because he hated me now i am sad that my son hadn't ran away and now I know he didn't leave and that his life was taken from him and yearly candle light vigils (I didn't even know for sure how to pronounce that word until 5 yrs ago) are not going to bring him back
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
yearly candle light vigils
my purpose of those yearly vigils was primarily as an effort for Colton to hear through the grapevine in one form or another that he was not only not forgotten but that he was extremely well loved and sincerely missed and to show Colton that whether his leaving was unintentional as in afraid to come home for missing curfew and 1 day turned into 2,3,4 and by that time he may have felt that he had painted himself into a corner and I wanted him to not feel embarrassed or humiliated that this had gone on as far as it had because, hell, the whole world that knew him or at least his family and friends were willing to have a party and he was the guest of honor!!!! No, it's not like I ever had that fantasy that in the middle of pizza the first year or grilled burgers that last year that he would come walking up and join us although it was a comforting story we all let run through out minds at least once or twice as we planned these events ea September although my once upon a time story usually had Colton walking in the back door as i'm doing dishes (see, it really is a fairy tale) and in typical Colton fashion he tries to play it off tries to play me with a "Hi, Mom" and act like nothing had happened and I am torn between hugging him and grounding him But actually I know I would have done what I always did to all of my children whenever they came back from camp or being with the other parent or whenever I had gone away from them for any length of time was sniff their head and get that scent of them just like when they were babies although teenage head is not the same smell especially if they haven't washed their hair it's a mom thang (Did you kids know this or was I slick when I did this) Or had Colton purposely planned his get away in an effort to start a new identity knowing in hindsight just how horribly stressed he had been with events occurring to him at such a young age of 17 and it was bittersweet to hear the new Shinedown tune playing at that time Second Chance where the singer tells his parents goodbye and I wanted him to find out that the Colton Ross Barrera that he had tried to leave behind was still very much needed to come home And at one time it used to scare me that my son ran away because he hated me now i am sad that my son hadn't ran away and now I know he didn't leave and that his life was taken from him and yearly candle light vigils (I didn't even know for sure how to pronounce that word until 5 yrs ago) are not going to bring him back
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i am just a mom deeply missing my son, the real boy, not the story i've repeated about him too many times and definitely not the face of a teenage boy who will never age on those **** missing child fliers, but my son whose voice i can no longer remember the sound of or whose hair i can no longer remember the smell of when i would slyly sniff his head I also miss his lost opportunities of graduating high school, getting to grow up, move out, date all the girls he could ever want, falling head over heels in love and marrying one that would steal his heart, finding his dream job or even working at hundreds of hated ones until he found his calling, and his babies, i miss the babies that he never got the chance to have, but mostly, i just miss that chicken **** of mine, Colton.
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Guess What, Love You, Chicken ****
When Colton went missing, my life changed in every expected and unexpected way and i no longer had solid footing on any ground when it came to what i could hold onto as unwavering belief in or count on as fact. I think I decided very early on after his disappearance that I had either totally ****** up his life and failed as his mother and I had caused this to happen and it was all my fault and I was to blame and no punishment was sufficient enough to repair the grievous damage i had inflicted onto him OR I was totally egotistical, full of myself, shallow, superficial, self righteous, attention seeking, even vain and his leaving had absolutely not one **** thing to do with me. For the last 5 yrs I have mentally put myself on trial and the prosecuting attorney looks just like that crazed Glen Close from the movie Fatal Attraction and all memories of the 17 1/2 years I had of raising Colton are admissible evidence. Very rarely when I am questioned, harassed, looked upon with utter contempt and asked to redirect my answer only to the question as demanded by "Ms. Close", that defending myself hasn't left me completely physically exhausted and mentally drained and spent from having to defend myself or concede once again of my guilt. I don't know if I will ever allow myself to become acquitted of these self imposed charges that i mentally taunt myself with but since finding these stories about Larry, Justin and Colton and reading about such hilarious and heartwarming moments, some which made me laugh so hard that i cried, that mean judgmental ***** hasn't felt the need to put me on the stand lately
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
that crazed Glen Close from the movie Fatal Attraction
When Colton went missing, my life changed in every expected and unexpected way and i no longer had solid footing on any ground when it came to what i could hold onto as unwavering belief in or count on as fact. I think I decided very early on after his disappearance that I had either totally ****** up his life and failed as his mother and I had caused this to happen and it was all my fault and I was to blame and no punishment was sufficient enough to repair the grievous damage i had inflicted onto him OR I was totally egotistical, full of myself, shallow, superficial, self righteous, attention seeking, even vain and his leaving had absolutely not one **** thing to do with me. For the last 5 yrs I have mentally put myself on trial and the prosecuting attorney looks just like that crazed Glen Close from the movie Fatal Attraction and all memories of the 17 1/2 years I had of raising Colton are admissible evidence. Very rarely when I am questioned, harassed, looked upon with utter contempt and asked to redirect my answer only to the question as demanded by "Ms. Close", that defending myself hasn't left me completely physically exhausted and mentally drained and spent from having to defend myself or concede once again of my guilt. I don't know if I will ever allow myself to become acquitted of these self imposed charges that i mentally taunt myself with but since finding these stories about Larry, Justin and Colton and reading about such hilarious and heartwarming moments, some which made me laugh so hard that i cried, that mean judgmental ***** hasn't felt the need to put me on the stand lately
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heres what i ended the night with; an IM to my 1st born son and his 1st born son: 2 hours ago Egad, Parker finally realized that he doesn't remember Uncle Colton so he asks about him. He asked me if he is in heaven and if he ever met him since he got to meet Great Grandma Hook and she's in heaven now. It isn't the first time we've talked about him by any means, but nothing as grownup as that. Wowza. about an hour ago i have come to believe that the 5 day duration in which Colton's soul/essence/love left his body and Parker's soul/essence/love was getting ready to join his body inside Christina's big belly (reinforcing the belief that you pick your parents lol) that the two of them met in the middle, had some transendental smile, fist bump and wink to each other in acknowledgement of ea other. I think time is a human Earthy construct so it makes sense for me to say that in that period of time, they did indeed have a celestial party getting jiggy with it as only an entire Heaven filled group of soul/essence/love's are want to do... my proof of such theory will only become more evident through the years as you will notice that Parker does indeed shake his groove thang in the same style as your brother Colton....
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
to my 1st born son and his 1st born son
when Colton was a wee one and his brothers got 4 more french fries on their plate than he did or a really cool toy for their birthday that he wanted or some other perceived injustice he would yell at the top of his lungs, "Mom! That's TOO fair! That is just TOOOOO fair!!!!"
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
a silly memory
a two year old runs me ragged stubborn persistent and bright total mass of energy whizzing by i can barely perceive his speed of light he keeps me busy fatigued but well entertained whiny demanding frustrating straining my brain my baby's growing up and getting cuter every day but since he's only on loan i'll keep watching him play ------------------------------------------------------------- He dunks his corn dog in his milk watches the drips trail his plate. Innocence not realizing the improperness delight obsessed and couldn't be bothered with no's from Momma. She stops rebuke to question why can't one dip corn dog in milk and watch the drips trail the plate? Is it too radical anarchical does it harm another or must be governmentally sanctioned? The child knows none of this. He takes a soggy bite and licks his plate. Tomorrow he can learn etiquette.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
I found a couple of writings I had done when Colton was 2:
oh my son colton i have the memory of christmas morning when i asked you to get me something out of the deep freezer and you found the 50 big macs i had bought you because you were always wanting me to drive you 45 minutes away after bed time on a school night to McDonald's and after that you could have a big mac whenever you wanted and even if you were mad at me 23 hours a day there was that magical hour when i would wake up at 4 in the morning as you were just getting ready to go to bed where i would sit on that deep freezer and have the bestest conversations and for 1 hour we understood each other
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
i have the memory of christmas morning
Dear Colton, Today you would have turned twenty-three and my whole world has changed since the last time I got to celebrate a birthday with you. Mundane events are seen now as extraordinary... Random comments are recalled now as ominous... i see old memories now in a whole new light.... The pieces fit the puzzle now even if i abhor the picture... I am so sorry, Colton, for not trusting my gut that you would never just leave us of your own free will. I am especially sorry that I will not get the chance to spend this day with you, and of all your birthdays to come. Your friends and family love you and we will never forget you. "There is always something there to remind me..." Happy birthday, Son. <3 Yo Momma PS I remember when I bought those shoes that for you.   I thought were way too expensive but you talked me into it by telling me it would be an early birthday present and I'm glad I did. You were killed 3 weeks before your 18th birthday.   I know you loved them.   You were wearing them the day you died.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
Happy birthday, Son.
i keep Colton's senior year HS photo on side of the fridge, cuz when i used to cook dinner he would get right in my ear and sing in falsetto soprano voice to such songs like Leona Lewis's Bleeding Love and bother me as i stirred the meat singing to me getting me all flustered until i would shoo him out of the kitchen, so now when im at the stove i look over and wink wishing he could bug me one more time...
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Bleeding Love and bother me
i wake up some nights from the same images of trying to save Colton but every single time i am unsuccessful and he gets murdered once again and once again i was unable to protect him
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
once again and again and again
i was at the my mom and dad's gravesite trying to do some soul searching and really and deeply missing them and i will never get used to being an orphan and life has been so difficult since they left me and i took for granted how much love support and an ever ready hand to move heaven and earth to help me and i didnt even appreciate it much less utter very many thank you's and i would give almost anything, the rest of my life to have had just one more time of sitting at the kitchen table and i would actually this time drink her nasty Folger's instant coffee and when she died she left a jar of it and although it only contains a hard inch layered congealed ball it is so comforting to open the cabinet and see it still up there and you want to try to judge me when instead i was sitting there on the ledge of their headstone watching the beautiful and powerful electrical dry lightning and feeling the wind hit my face and i cried out to a god that i no longer even believe in to please have my mom cont to keep looking after her grandson the one she never admitted to, but over time it just became apparent of that she was most partial to Colton, the one that she had the special soup and salad dates on special occasions and i find myself agonizing about how whether my son is here on earth in the physical form or his physical blood skin organs and bones have decayed into apparent nothingness but either way i want to feel that my mommy is looking out for him and that i can have answers and can at the worst case scenario be granted just a tiny piece of real estate to go and release my grief and have 1 place where i can finally have just a piece of peace and know that he is with his grandparents and i can visit and memorialize him in the usual manner rather than having moments that can last for months of something that is truly a most insidious form of torture that i can't even grasp words to express and i have been so blessed to be able to have you want to play martyr with that last comment?
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:53 AM UTC
play martyr with that last comment
i was at the my mom and dad's gravesite trying to do some soul searching and really and deeply missing them and i will never get used to being an orphan and life has been so difficult since they left me and i took for granted how much love support and an ever ready hand to move heaven and earth to help me and i didnt even appreciate it much less utter very many thank you's and i would give almost anything, the rest of my life to have had just one more time of sitting at the kitchen table and i would actually this time drink her nasty Folger's instant coffee and when she died she left a jar of it and although it only contains a hard inch layered congealed ball it is so comforting to open the cabinet and see it still up there and you want to try to judge me when instead i was sitting there on the ledge of their headstone watching the beautiful and powerful electrical dry lightning and feeling the wind hit my face and i cried out to a god that i no longer even believe in to please have my mom cont to keep looking after her grandson the one she never admitted to, but over time it just became apparent of that she was most partial to Colton, the one that she had the special soup and salad dates on special occasions and i find myself agonizing about how whether my son is here on earth in the physical form or his physical blood skin organs and bones have decayed into apparent nothingness but either way i want to feel that my mommy is looking out for him and that i can have answers and can at the worst case scenario be granted just a tiny piece of real estate to go and release my grief and have 1 place where i can finally have just a piece of peace and know that he is with his grandparents and i can visit and memorialize him in the usual manner rather than having moments that can last for months of something that is truly a most insidious form of torture that i can't even grasp words to express and i have been so blessed to be able to have you want to play martyr with that last comment?
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Back off, Stop involving yourself in my life Back off, I'll talk to, listen to and do whatever the hell I like Back off, I'm my own person- I can think for myself Back off, I didn't ask for your opinion Back off, Everyone has fears, insecurities and flaws Back off, No one ever asked for your help Back off, You don't even know me Back. The. **** Off, I don't like you.
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
***** you, Colton Parker.
For: michael whithorn LK Lynda Kerby <[email protected]> look! im so in debt! i cant get myself to clean my house! im mentally emotionally and physically spent! i havent been a good friend to you but i tried the best i could i know your heart means well i am so ashamed at what ive become i dont have another comeback in me i am going to miss you what we should have had i have lost at this game called life i will always wish you well i wish it could have been me i wish a lot of things i wish there was a heaven for me to be reunited w colton but he is gone ive wasted this one precious life that he never got to enjoy you cant handle me crying i need a shoulder i am not even mad at you hate to see you waste your life w a loser like me i know you hate me i dont blame you sorry the *** was good enough to keep you coming back i set you back from your goals by many months im just tired i dont guess you understand that kind of tired but its real
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
wish there was a heaven
some times **** isnt supposed to happen, no one should **** a 17 yr old boy who never got the chance to live his life. i used to tell my kids that they were like jello and werent fully set until they turned 18 and that the child and i both had joint title to themselves and once they turned 18 i took my name off and they were fully responsible for themselves. Colton would have turned 18, 3 weeks before his life was STOLEN from him and from me and from every one who loved him AND THERE WAS NO REASON FOR THAT.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Sometimes **** Has NO REASON...
it comes with some difficulty being the mother of a ghost but being your mom didn't end at your death and perhaps it continues even after mine for many years i thought you were out there, a missing runaway i'd send you a simple msg via text msgs, email notes, fb posts and even though i now know the truth you never received them the words still ring true "I love you and I miss you, Colton, and I will never give up hope of seeing you again"
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
the mother of a ghost
I woke the boys up and had them get ready for school. I went back to bed and smoked a cigarette as I heard Colton say he was leaving and that I was to remember that he wasn't coming back tonight after school but was having peewee take him to Russell, spending the weekend with his friend-girl Jennifer as he had done a few other times. I reminded him he would be responsible for finding his own ride back (but he knew if push came to show, ol' Mom would come get him as a last resort) and I asked him if he wanted a ride to the school bus but for some reason, he said no. I asked him if he wanted the cell phone, i had stopped paying his alltel bill because i couldn't afford it, so he shared mine most of the time but he said no to that also, which was out of character for him but i said "ok have a good day at school, love you" and i heard the door shut and my boy was never heard from again. I am grateful that my last words were that I loved him, but gawd ****** why didn't i put down the cigarette and get my *** out of bed, open the bedroom door and walk 10 feet to tell him face to face with eye contact, with a hug good bye, what a good son he had been and what a unique spot he held in the family and with his siblings, his 3 brothers, his 2 sisters, "The Bratty Bunch" and what an honor it was to have been the one to be his Mommy, to give him a hug and take a just a few extra seconds of that morning to somehow make sure he knew that i knew that he knew that i've truly loved him for the 17 years, 11 months and 1 week we had spent together.
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
the door shut and my boy was never heard from again.
I woke the boys up and had them get ready for school. I went back to bed and smoked a cigarette as I heard Colton say he was leaving and that I was to remember that he wasn't coming back tonight after school but was having peewee take him to Russell, spending the weekend with his friend-girl Jennifer as he had done a few other times. I reminded him he would be responsible for finding his own ride back (but he knew if push came to show, ol' Mom would come get him as a last resort) and I asked him if he wanted a ride to the school bus but for some reason, he said no. I asked him if he wanted the cell phone, i had stopped paying his alltel bill because i couldn't afford it, so he shared mine most of the time but he said no to that also, which was out of character for him but i said "ok have a good day at school, love you" and i heard the door shut and my boy was never heard from again. I am grateful that my last words were that I loved him, but gawd ****** why didn't i put down the cigarette and get my *** out of bed, open the bedroom door and walk 10 feet to tell him face to face with eye contact, with a hug good bye, what a good son he had been and what a unique spot he held in the family and with his siblings, his 3 brothers, his 2 sisters, "The Bratty Bunch" and what an honor it was to have been the one to be his Mommy, to give him a hug and take a just a few extra seconds of that morning to somehow make sure he knew that i knew that he knew that i've truly loved him for the 17 years, 11 months and 1 week we had spent together.
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Me: i realized the answers will only give me information, but not bring colton back so in the big picture, it would be helpful but it wouldn't change anything but i do believe the scales of justice must be balanced not just for society but for those responsible in an effort to cleanse their souls .... i have forgiven, but i'm only human and just a mom... Friend: So do you think he is gone? Or could he still be out there somewhere? Either way I hope we find Colton bring him home to you so you can feel complete with knowing he is with you You're very strong. Me: i am 99.999% sure that he no longer walks the earth in physical form... for many years i was in denial holding on to even the tiniest crumb of hope, which may have kept me from losing my mind or taking my life perhaps... some days strong is just getting out of bed and making your other child dinner because you made yourself a vow that you would allow yourself to grieve in what ever form it took for as long as it took as long as you at the very least made colton's lil brother dinner ea day....
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
The Chat
in the last 6 years I have learned the hardest part of all this has been forgiving myself and desperately hoping that in the big picture, some how all of this will make sense or at the least, through the passing of time, the pain will have lessened and acceptance and healing will occur making the idea that maybe, just maybe, all that talk i'd been taught, considered, relied on, believed in, questioned, doubted but eventually rejected, about life after death and of souls that go to Heaven might actually, possibly be true and that he is ok. Probably more okay than the ones he left behind. God, and I pray there is One, I hope Colton is ok. If there is no hope of ever seeing him again, his death will never make sense to me and life here on Earth is simply pointless and insignificantly meaningless. However, I've chosen to believe otherwise, and If I am to gain some lessons and use my life for a greater purpose rather than to continue living as that all too comfortably familiar self centered, ungrateful, entitled person that I was before that Friday morning, 6 years ago today, and am still but hopefully not as much, his life and his death weren't in vain.
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
The Hardest Part
I want colton back... and if i were to wake up from this nightmare and find that life is back to that day of sept 26, 2008 i would get out of bed and insist that colton take the day off from school and if i had been given another chance i would do it all so differently. and when he wanted me to buy him a grocery cart for $5 but i didn't want it parked in the front yard making the house look all ghetto, "oh what would the neighbors think??!" i'd have let him bought it, i'd have cared more about making my little big teenager boy happy cuz i dont care what the neighbors think, the ones that want to judge, that is ....i am saying life is special cuz u only get 1 shot at it and you dont know when it will be over so do the right thing right now instead of wishing for a complete re do on raising colton ...except the part where i bought him 40 big macs from McD's and hid then in the deep freezer for him to find on christmas eve, i was an A+ Mom on that day and that moment i'd keep as a part of his life...
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
I want colton back.
i told colton, a strange look of terror residing in my eyes, that i would break it off. i told madison, a strange calm in my thumbs, that i would break it off. you walked into the uniform room. i didn't even wear my socks, i was so late. i had to run to my locker to get my shoes. should've brought em sooner you said, pulling your bibbers on. i could feel the words climbing out of my throat, hey, we need to talk i almost said. but like i did when i was seven and with stomach flu, i shut my mouth so the inevitable flow would stay contained. i go searching through the guard closet for shoes, my back to you. god, how am i supposed to get this on? you asked, and i watched you struggle to get the jacket zipped. this little look of admiration washed over my face. I walked over to you and zipped you up, laughing with you. god, i could have and should have broken it off with you right then. i also could have and should have kissed you. you zipped me up too, and we buckled each others top buckles. - i could have ended it, and i wish i would have.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
what the hell happened last night-
I wish I wish I had I wish I had said I love you more I wish I had told you what was on my mind I wish I had shown you that we we're special I wish I had you back I wish I had more time I wish I had us I wish this wasn't the way it is I wish I had shown you our future I wish I had shown you our apartment I wish I had shown you my dreams I wish I had shown you the very depths of me I wish I had shown you that the small things were my favorite things I wish I had told you that the far idea of looking at Sophie with your eyes made me smile instantly I wish I had told you that the idea of maci with your ears made me cry I wish I had told you that the idea of watching the Bentley Colton Sophie and maci grow up was the thing that kept me moving forward I wish I had told you how many nights I laid in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about how nice our future was I wish I had told you how perfect it felt when you rested your head on my chest at night I wish I had shown you how much it ment when you looked at me I wish I had shown you how much it meant when our fingers interlocked I wish I had shown you more of me I wish I had more time I wish I had you I wish I had I wish 1<3 U
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
1 is less than 3 over you
It’s all about you, you’re the guy who found religion the one who tells everyone what they should think but screams victim when challenged. You ***** a woman behind a bar and get more sympathy than the woman you violated. Judges will protect you, give you a lighter sentence for your “5 minutes of action.” You drive drunk killing four people but you serve no time because of who your daddy is. You get a suspended sentence. You shot a black man for Knocking on your door. You Shot Colton and ***** Tina but it’s okay, they weren’t The white color anyway. You drive a van into a crowd because a woman won’t sleep with you. They won’t call you terrorist because that term is only for those who are brown. You shoot a man sitting in his backyard 22 times for holding a cell phone and then take a mass shooter to burger king before taking him to jail. You walk around with tiki torches, dressed as prep school boys armed to the teeth. You drive a car into a crowd killing a woman but there are “good people on both sides” Taking responsibility has been replaced by hypocrisy, understanding by ignorance, the right thing by the right wing But none of that matters when you’re Not the White Color
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
#NottheWhiteColor