Who Were They?

Neal (27) hid a very tender heart in his 6′ frame.  He couldn’t watch the movie “Finding Nemo” because the fish loses all but one of his babies.  We had to ban him from ever taking books  with him into the bathroom.  His favorite book was The Count of Monte Cristo, and he was always trying to get people to read it.  He could sleep standing up in the shower.  He liked cold spaghetti.  He was really good at games, especially games of strategy, and almost always won.  His first game of chess when in 4th grade, he beat my uncle, who was a chess champion at 14.  He had his own personal code of chivalry, and admired Don Quixote and King Arthur. He could talk to anyone and made friends everywhere he went, although he had trouble remembering names.

Devon (7) was trying to learn to whistle and he really wanted a puppy.  He had a great deal of patience and heart and couldn’t stand to see someone treated unfairly.  He was very logical, which sometimes gave him trouble in spelling.  English spelling isn’t always logical.  He was intrigued by competitions on tv where people build big sugar sculptures and try to move them without breaking them.  His favorite food was hot buttered toast.  He had 10 different imaginary friends, one of which was a magical dog who could sing Rock and Roll.  He had a gift for connecting with people and building bridges between them.  When he didn’t know what to say, he’d say, “Monkey.”
Ian (3) had a nearly perfect ear for music and could memorize songs in just a couple of hearings. He could get sound out of his father’s French Horn, which isn’t easy. He had a crush on the pink Power Ranger.  He was a fan of Star Trek and recognized the theme songs of all the different series.  He was fascinated by babies and always stopped to talk with them, even if they were asleep, so it wasn’t always appreciated.  He was a flirt.  He really wanted to meet Santa Claus, but always chickened out at the last moment.  He liked balloons and his favorite color was yellow.  He could put knots in yarn in 3 minutes that would take 3 hours to untangle.
August 8 is the anniversary of their murders.  It will have been 6 years.

About griefsjourney

Neal's mom. Devon's and Ian's Oma.
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4 Responses to Who Were They?

  1. I read through much of your blog recently. You do a lovely job of bringing life to your boys. I cannot imagine the pain you have to endure from their loss. The universe can be a hard and cruel place. But I’m glad that you had them in your life…they sound like they were all very special people.

  2. Viola says:

    Hey, I’ve been reading your blog on and off throughout the years and I’m sorry for your loss. You have every right to talk about your loved ones and I understand that depression and grief is alienating. I don’t know if you read the comments on this blog anymore, but I certainly hope you found peace in some way.

  3. Shirley says:

    tomorrow on 8/9, my son’s name will be listed on The Prayer Date site…each day I read out loud the names on the site. Today I read Neal and Devon and Ian’s name out loud. I’m so so sorry for your loss. I understand your pain. Tomorrow I will say my own son’s name out loud, Dimitrios Alexander Parks…..and I will mourn the loss of another beautiful soul who had so much potential, as I mourn with you today. Shirley Parks

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