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Happy Valentines Day Melissa. We miss you and we know someday the person who murdered you will be known to all.
MELISSA'S FAMILY PUT THIS LETTER TO THE EDITOR IN THE ROSWELL DAILY RECORD ON FEBRUARY 17, 2008. Dear Roswell Residents:
Melissa - I say your name everyday.
I miss you everyday. But I whisper so that my heart does not hear. ]I whisper your name...to myself.
I whisper... Happy Birthday, and I love you. I whisper...I still think about you. I whisper...goodnight and till we meet again . I whisper...and hope your Angel ears can hear My whispers here on earth. I whisper...because I am afraid that if I speak too loud, My heart will hear and break again.... So I just whisper...... ] ] Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees Around the world below With tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars Reflecting on the snow The sight is so spectacular! Please wipe away that tear For I am spending Christmas with Jesus and my baby boy this year! I hear KeShawn sing Christmas songs Oh, I hold him so near I see Tylie playing with her cousins I can see it all from here I have no words to tell you The joy your faces bring Although I can’t be there With the angels I shall sing Yes, I am here with Dad and Max, I have also seen so many friends. I have missed them so dearly, as I, now, miss you But I will see you again one day, as the Lord intends Keep me in your thoughts I will always be near One day He will make his reasons known And this will all come clear So be happy for us, dear ones, You know I hold you dear And be glad I’m spending Christmas With Jesus and Eric this year I left you all a special gift Please treat her as your own Let her bring to you A gift of my undying love After all, love is a gift More precious than pure gold Was always most important In the stories Jesus told. When you close your eyes to rest Know that I am by your side Dream of me and my baby boy And be sure to give my love to Mia! Please love and keep each other As my Father said to do. I can’t count the blessings of love He has for each of you So have a Merry Christmas And wipe away that tear Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ, and my baby Eric, this year *** I used the Christmas in Heaven Poem that was written by a 13 year old boy named Ben who died of Cancer just before Christmas of '97. He his poem to his mother before he died. I changed it some, and added some things. It is a beautiful poem, and I wanted to fix it to fit Melissa and her son. This eulugy was written by Melissa's mom and sister, Amber. Melissa started her life as a surprise. Her dad and I were happy with the family we had. One boy, one girl. Then along came a surprise – we found out it was twins. They were born about 1 month early, but very healthy. The doctor told me to let Melissa cry to help her lungs, for all of you who knew and loved Melissa – she never had a problem opening her mouth, so she followed the doctor’s orders.
When Melissa was 7 years old she was faced with her first death, the death of her father. All four children were coping with a loss in our family.
Melissa was strong and even at that early age she was her own person. She was determined to get her way.
I remarried and again we had a complete family. The usual childhood problems came and went.
Melissa was very protective of her twin brother, Thomas. She would beat him up, but no one else could. She would always take the matter into her own hands and Thomas always knew. His mom would be getting a call from someone and he also knew his mom would always take Melissa’s side because I knew she was protecting him. We knew this when she was only 4 years old in Pre-School because she was sick one day and Thomas went to school by himself. The school called me all excited because Thomas had talked, I did not understand why they were so excited until I found out it was the first time Thomas had talked in the four months Thomas and Melissa had been going to school. Melissa had told the teachers what and when he wanted to eat, when he had to go to the bathroom, or why he was crying. So no one knew that Thomas could speak, and that is probably why Thomas is still not a talker.
When the school called and told me, we have your child in the office, I did not say which child, I asked what has she done. Melissa and Amber loved each other and showed it daily with their fighting. Of course after the fight they would go out together.
Melissa decided she was not going to school. She was given the choice of home schooling or regular school. Her step father took the responsibility of being her teacher; that was a joyful experience. She’d cry, he would yell, she would then do all of her school work. She had her stepfather, Max, wrapped around her finger. With her sarcastic attitude and her great sense of humor she always won the arguments.
At the age of 16, Melissa once again faced death. Her step father died and Melissa could not get over his death. She was so heart broken over him leaving. All of the kids were hurt, but she knew she was his favorite child, as all of the other children knew too well.
Melissa graduated one month after Max’s death. She told me she wished Max could see her diploma. I told her, he saw it Melissa, he is still with you.
Once again I wanted to give my children a complete family, I married Tom in 2002. Melissa gained more family, Tom’s son and his wife, Nick and Tammy. Nick and Tammy loved all of their new nieces and nephews, too. Nick loved having 2 sisters and 2 brothers, he is an only child and had never known what it was like to have all those people show up for Sunday Dinner. Melissa met Eric and they became a couple. Eric said he loved her from the first day he met her when he was 12 years old. He even told me he lied to her and told her he was 14 and not 12 so she would go out with him.
For years Melissa had been a mom to all of her friends’ kids. Her friends knew she would take care of their most precious gifts, their children, she loved them all. Many times I would come home to 2 or 3 babies and Melissa was so happy taking care of them. The parents would party, but Melissa wanted to be a mommy.
Amber got pregnant and Melissa talked to her stomach the entire pregnancy. She could not wait for the baby to be born.
Just before her nephew was born Melissa found out her and Eric were pregnant. She was thrilled. She would talk to her baby all the time.
Amber called my house when it was time for KeShawn to be born. Melissa answered the phone. It was hard to tell who was more excited Amber or Melissa. From the moment KeShawn was born-Melissa was in love with him. She was always giving him a bath or feeding him. Sometimes Amber would have to remind her that she was Aunt, not mom.
Eric and Melissa were so excited about their baby and could not wait to be parents. Little Eric was a joy. He was born of love and that is all he ever knew in his short life. Melissa and Eric got the news they were pregnant again. They were happy, but afraid to tell either grandmother, of course we were happy and anticipated the birth of Mariah and were thrilled when she was born.
Then once again Melissa had to face tragedy. Her baby boy was taken at 15 months old.
That was the day her life changed forever. We did not get to see the sunshine in her eyes-it all left with Little Eric. She loved Mariah with all her heart, too, but she longed to be with her baby boy. Melissa was happy when her older brother Anthony moved to Roswell. Finally all 4 brothers and sisters were together for the 1st time in a very long time. Anthony’s baby girl Tylie and her mom Teala were now a part of Melissa’s life. She was so happy to have another baby close to her. She offered to watch Tylie anytime. She would keep Tylie when her mom went to school. She was again helping to mother someone else’s child.
Even though we are here today due to a tragic death- we all know Melissa is with her baby boy. As we cry and ask God why Melissa is gone, she is asking God why it took 10 months for her to come home.
Melissa loved life- she was a friend to all- She would laugh with you, cry with you. She was a teacher to people- she was a true friend.
She is my baby girl. I love her so much and always wanted only the best for all of my children. I know Melissa is with her baby boy, her Dad and Max.
Everyday, we will tell Mariah how much her mom loved her and did not want to leave her. We will tell her how beautiful of a person she was inside and out.
Melissa knew she could leave her baby girl in the safe hands of her Dad. Eric, Melissa left you a big responsibility, but she knew you could reaise Mariah to be a loving person. Let us all remember Melissa- for laughter, jokes, friendship- don’t forget what she taught you about love and family. We can picture Melissa running through those pearly gates of Heaven. She didn’t stop to ask for directions or to be checked in, she pushed everybody out of her way and grabbed her baby boy. She still hasn’t put him down. When we get to go home to Heaven with her, she will be standing at the gates with her baby boy in her hands, saying “Welcome Home, We have missed you!”
Mija- I love you- I miss you already At 5 am Saturday morning my heart broke and I ache to hold you one more time. I know that my pain will end when you are there to meet me with my precious grandson that I have missed so very much since June 18 at Heaven’s gates. I will hold you again. Love,Your Mom
IF I COULD HAVE A LIFETIME WISH A DREAM THAT WOULD COME TRUE. I'D PRAY TO GOD WITH ALL MY HEART FOR YESTERDAY AND YOU. A THOUSAND WORDS CAN'T BRING YOU BACK; I KNOW BECAUSE I'VE TRIED. AND NEITHER WILL A MILLION TEARS, I KNOW BECAUSE I'VE CRIED. YOU LEFT BEHIND MY BROKEN HEART AND HAPPY MEMORIES TOO I NEVER WANTED MEMORIES, I ONLY WANTED YOU. These quotes are from a book that Melissa gave me for Christmas 2002. She wrote in it " To: My Sis From: Your Sis I  U!"...My Only Sister... Do not mistakenly regard her as of common stock; She is the heart-taker among the crowds, Radiant as a rainbow, she is more beautiful than angels. -----Songs of Milarepa----- For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather. ----Christina Georgina Rossetti---- There are all those early memories; one cannot get another set; one has only those. ---Willa Cather--- Till the last sleep, from the blind waking at birth, Bearing the weight of the years between the two, I shall find no better thing upon the earth Than the wilful, noble, faulty thing which is you. ---Sara Teasdale--- |
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