This poem is dedicated to my Grandma Sue who lived in Colorado.  She passed away from cancer...

Treasured Tender Soul

Thank you for all the wisdom you've shared...

Thank you for al the constant laughter when surrounded by family...

Thank you for being so sincere and thoughtful all the while...

Thank you for your gifts, and your smile...

For all the warming food that would light up your senses...

For all the memories shared, and soft glances...

Thank you Grandma Sue, for all you do...

But, Thank you most of all, for just being you...grandma sue.jpg (17498 bytes)

I love you very much,

Warmest Graces,

Sara Clevers

August 4th, 2005

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        (click pic to visit the website dedicated to him)

I remember the first time I met Brady.  It was probably a few weeks, or less, after moving into our house off of skyline drive in o'side......anywhoooo..He, along with about 6 other boys, whom I became friends with as well, came to my front door while I was working out in the living room.....I looked through the peephole and I was like "Oh shit, there's like 10 guys outside my front door!" I glanced at myself to see im all sweaty and lookin silly in some random workout gear, as they are continuing to ring my doorbell and knock on the door...I changed really quick, answered and tried to keep from blushing.  Jon, aka "JM", said something to Brady that must have offended him (I forget what it was), but Brady, in his cute little squeaky voice said, "Fuck you Jon!"  All of us laughed, and I said, "Aren't you a little young to be cussing?"  I thought that he was so adorable with his buzzed head, little boy voice, and all 4ft tall of him, or something like that.  He was a hilarious kid who didn't care what people thought about him, and I admire him for that. All the memories I have of him I will cherish.

Within the first week of Brady leaving this world, there was a time that I almost crashed my car. I was driving on my way to a friends house, and I could have bet my life, swore my life on it that I saw Brady leaning against a light pole, cigarette in his right hand, left hand in his tight pants pocket.  It is how I remember him most, and he was wearing a hoodie with some tattered up skate shoes and I think it was an AC/DC shirt...It was as clear as day to me.  The house I saw him at was Greg's, aka "G-reg", house I think.  I will never forget how overcome with so many emotions at once as I was in that moment.  I had to pull over and calm myself down.  Is it possible that I saw Brady that day??

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This is one of my old friends from my old neighborhood in the valley of Oceanside. His name is Fletcher Peterson. He died January 30, 2003 in a hospital. Fletcher was killed by a car, he got run over. He was a very cute and sweet boy who always loved to have fun. He always made me laugh and I had a great time hanging out with him back in the days...He will be missed very much. Fletcher was far too young to die, at the ripe age of 16.

 Please take some time to think about how many people we lose in just one day from fatal accidents. Then I also want you to think about staying in touch with those who you are friends with and your family as well. It's very important.  I'm very sad to say that I haven't seen Fletcher in a couple years and I will never get the chance to again. I only wish that I would have stopped by my old neighborhood to visit with him after I moved. Take my advice and PLEASE keep in touch and visit as often as you can. Regret is a horrible thing to live with.  Most importantly, don't let those you love slip away unexpectedly...

Thank You, Sara Rene Clevers. 

Please take a moment of silence in remembrance of our friend Fletcher, and for those who have also been lost.

 

R.I.P. Fletcher~We Will Always Be Thinking Of You & Miss You !