Christmas in Heaven  / Judy Gibson (Gregg's Mom )
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’m spending Christmas with Christ this year ~

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear but the sounds of music can’t compare with the Christmas Choir up here ~

For I have no words to tell you, of the joy that voices here bring, for it is beyond description as to hear the Angels sing!

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart, for I’m spending Christmas with Christ this year ~

I can’t begin to tell you of the splendor or the peace in this place, can you just imagine Christmas with our savior face-to-face?

I’ll ask him to light your spirit as I tell him of your love, so pray for one another as your lift your eyes above ~

Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirits sing, for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I am walking with the king!


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A Grief Like No Other - A Parents Pain  / Judy (Gregg's Mom) Gibson (Mother)
Son, to lose you to such violence and in your prime of life adds more pain if at all possible to a grief like no other. The "people" who did this to you and Naz are worse than animals as animals do not kill for sport.

I am trying to find solace in the memories of your smile and in the remembrance of your laughter and love of life but honestly it's so very difficult. You were/are my only son, my "Golden Boy" as your sisters called you, how am I supposed to let go? Talking to and reading the stories of so many others like me, I realize I am not alone. I pray that the light you shone on your friends and family illuminates your path now and I look forward to the day when we will be reunited. In the meantime, God's rest to you my special son. I will love you for ever for always you'll be your Momma's Boy who misses you so terribly. Close

If I had only known...  / Judy (Gregg's Mom)
If I had only known it was our last walk in the rain
I'd keep you out for hours in the storm
I would hold your hand la lifeline to my heart
And underneath the thunder we'd be warm
If I had only known it was our last walk in the rain

If I had only known I'd never hear your voice again
I'd memorize each thing you ever said
And on these lonely nights, I could think of them once more
And keep your words alive inside my head
If I had only known I'd never hear your voice again

You were the treasure in my heart
You were the one who always stood beside me
So unaware, I foolishly believed that you would 
always be there

But there came a day when I closed my eyes and 
you slipped away

If I had only known it was my last night by your by your side
I'd pray a miracle would stop the dawn
And when you smiled at me, I would look into your eyes
And make sure you know my love for you goes on and on
If I had only know, If I had only known

The love I would've shown
If I had only known...


By Jana Stanfield

Son, I'm glad we shared unconditional love, it brings me comfort to know that no matter what was going on in our lives, we always knew our love for one another was pure and that there was/is nothing we wouldn't do for each other.  God bless you now and may he keep you safe until we meet again... Forever Your Momma

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Forever a Mom  / Judy (Gregg's Mom) Gibson (Mom)
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HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY SON  / Judy (Gregg's Mom) Gibson (Mother)

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Gregg, Happy Birthday to you... Missing you to no end. Forever in my heart and soul.  My wish is for your eternal happiness, a path illuminated with God's light and peace in your heart.  Forever my Golden Boy you will be.  Sending you butterfly kisses from Michelle.

Love your Momma

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If I were given a chance to be....  / Paul Griego Jr. (Paul Jrz Mom )

I hold you and my many memories within my heart each and every day.

I am so proud of you and so thankful to the years that have given me so much to be thankful for.

If I were given a chance to be anything I wanted to become, there's nothing I would rather be...than your Mother.

And there is no one other than you that I would rather have...as my son.

                                            "OH MY ANGEL"

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this is our life now  / SELMA FLYNN Www.bobbo.memory-of.-com (family)
Problems of Survivors

Isolation and helplessness in a world that is seen as hostile and uncaring and that frequently blames the victim. Feelings of guilt for not having protected the victim. The memory of a mutilated body at the morgue; "How much did my loved one suffer?" Getting back the personal belongings of a murder victim. Sensational and/or inaccurate media coverage. Lack of information. Endless grief. Loss of ability to function on the job, at home or in school, etc. The strain on marriages (frequently resulting in divorce) and the strain on family relationships. Effects on health, faith and values. Effects on other family members, children, friends, co-workers, etc. Indifference of the community, including professionals, to the plight of survivors. Society's attitude regarding murder as a form of entertainment. Financial burden of medical and funeral expenses. Medical expenses for stress-related illnesses and professional counseling for surviving family members. Financial burden of hiring private investigators, etc. Public sympathy for murderers. The feeling that the murderer, if found, gets all the help; survivors of homicide victims have few rights. Outrage about the leniency of the murderer's sentence. Disparities in the judicial system (frequently punishments for property crimes are as great or greater than the crime of taking a human life). Anger over a plea-bargain arrangement/agreement. Frustration at not being allowed inside the courtroom at the time of trial. Unanswered questions about the crime, such as "What happened?" Unanswered questions about postponements and continuous delays throughout the trial. Bitterness and loss of faith in the American criminal justice system. After conviction, the long appeals process begins. Constantly reliving your story through the dreaded parole process. © 1995, National Organization Of Parents of Murdered Children, Inc.

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The Life of Paul Griego, Jr.  / Roma Zuniga (Mother)

 Paul Griego Jr.

7/19/1984 – 7/6/2002

 

Proud Mother: Roma Zuniga-Griego

• Born July 19th, 1984, at St. Mary Medical Center, Long Beach, CA
• September 1989 Garfield Elementary School, then Burroughs Elementary School, Long Beach, CA,
• September 1994 Hudson Middle School, Long Beach, CA,
• September 1998 High School at Long Beach Polytechnic High School, Long Beach, CA,

In September of 2001, Paul began his senior year at Long Beach Polytechnic High School. He greeted this final year of High School with much enthusiasm, as every teenager does.

Paul did well in his senior year, taking more credits through his High School career than were necessary to graduate. He enjoyed his time at Long Beach Polytechnic High School, but also looked forward to moving on to the post-high school world that awaited him. He attended all of the senior events - Senior Picnic, Prom and Grad Night. He was a people person . . . he genuinely enjoyed being around his friends and classmates.

June 12, 2002, Paul graduated from Long Beach Polytechnic High School with a Medallion. It was one of the happiest days of Paul's life. It was also one of his proudest days . . . I am so proud of him. Every time he shined I glowed. Paul was planning on attending LBCC in the fall. He was interested in Marine Biology. His long time dream.  He also studied Broadcasting and Productions and stereo and alarm installation as back up trades.

Before graduating, Paul had landed a job at a local tuxedo-rental shop. He worked there until shortly after graduating. In late June, just after graduation, Paul got a job at Sav-On in Seal Beach. Paul worked hard and was always available when needed. He knew the value of hard work. His work ethic was enviable. However, these were jobs that Paul really felt were not right for him in the long term. Near the end of June, Paul had applied at a local payroll company. During his first interview with them, the interviewer cut short the interview - she was so overwhelmingly impressed with Paul, that she felt the entire interview was unnecessary. The interviewer then immediately set Paul up for a second interview.

Paul's second interview went much the same. He again wowed the interviewer, which led to less of an interview, and more of a tour of the facility - the department where he had applied to work. He then waited to hear from the company for further processing. On July 8 a call was received that the job was his. 

Paul hobbies included sports, drawing, music, dancing, shopping (of course), laughing and clowning and enjoyed the company of kids.

He played Baseball, Football. He began playing T-Ball at the age of 4.  At age 8 he went to the Pony Little League World Series. As he got older he began to help coach the younger teams. Including myself and the team I played on.

He had a neat personality; he was funny, made others laugh with his funny sense of humor.

Growing up in Long Beach, the pressure of gangs, drugs and so many other malevolent forces creeps its way into nearly everyone's life. Paul was no exception. Yet Paul resisted each and every one of them. He knew these lifestyles were hollow and not for him.

Sadly on Sat. July 6, 2002 my only child was shot 2x in the back and killed instantly as he closed the car door so that the 2 guys (killers) coming on the bike would not be inconvienced of getting off their bike. He never saw it coming and did not know what hit him.  I KNOW he did not belong to any gang, and did not hang out. He was very well liked and had no enemies. My son's death was senseless. He was a innocent victim of a hate crime. All for the sake of a gang!

My son was more than my son, He was my buddy, my best friend, my left arm and my world. We were very close. My life was blessed the day he entered this world, and never been the same since he was taken away so violently at the hands of another. And never will be!

I can’t see my child who I love so much because he is nowhere close so I can touch, feel, hug, or hear. My child who has always meant so much to me I will never see. I close my eyes and shake my head, then reality! I realize he’s really dead.  This alone is a terrible feeling and keeps my emotions rocking and in disbelief.  I see his picture(s) everyday and it’s hard to believe that he will never get any older. Dreams of my son’s future will never come true. My dreams of ever becoming a grandmother or mother-in-law are shattered. No grandchildren will ever take or occupy my time and no daughter-In Law to call “my”.  I can’t even wish for him to come back because I know this is reality. These are only a few true facts that will never be or happen in my lifetime.

I still have no words to describe my pain or feelings. It feels as if it just happened yesterday. I am emotionally lost, and at time a emotional mess. A big hole in my heart that aches daily. I feel a big part of me died too.

So far, no words ANYONE says makes me feel better. I don't know of any parents (single or married) that has lost their ONLY child at the hands of another. 

Now I keep him safe in my heart where he is safe and I know he is with me.

 

Roma Zuniga

Paul Jr.s Mother

Mijo, I miss you so much.

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Jesse / Jesse's Mom
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MY HEART, YOUR HEART...  / Gwendolyn Stuart-Singleton (Stevie's Mother )

These are words whispered to me, by my boy...."Stevie"


When you think of me Momma
Know that my last earthly thoughts were of you

The picture I held of you in my mind
at that dreadful moment was
the look on your face, the day I entered into the world

Your smile gave me the courage I needed, it put me at peace
to make this unknown journey...the ascent to Heaven, oh Momma
it is more beautiful then even I had ever imagined

As the Angels escorted me up through the clouds
my thoughts were of you..As I passed over
The Valley of the Shadows of Death...

I felt the awesome presence of God
I was remembering your warm hug
the kiss on the top of my head, you holding me ever so tight
as our eyes locked and our heart beats bonded and became one...
Momma, I felt your presence with me as I do now

I watch you every second of the day
and into the night, as you fall asleep Momma
I know the Love  you have for me, and I you
gives you the strength to carry on
"God has entrusted your Guardianship to me, Momma"

Put your hand over your Heart...
Feel the beat...That's my continued Love for You

I'm with you always Momma...
I'm only a whisper away
"I Am, Because We Are"...

I Love You, Momma

as whispered by..
"The Sunshine Of My Life"
"Stevie"

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My Beautiful Golden Boy  / Judy Gibson (Mother)

My Beautiful Son

Aching heart, pounding head, knots in my stomach when will the nightmare end? I'm supposed to be happy and to move on, yet it hurts to breath almost as if I've forgotten how. I go through the motions, smile when I feel like screaming, the constant wailing in my soul brings me no comfort.  This smile so frozen I feel as if my face will crack; who is that stranger in the mirror? Gone is the zest the reason for being, I struggle to exist what's the point who is next and why? Is this my karma, my lot to deal with if so, why did they take you my son? I want to be with you but know I must wait, another tragic twist to my already pierced fate. My son, my child taken so young, the promise of all his tomorrows are now gone. So many why's I will never know, but for now it's one step at a time, one breath at a time, one tear at a time; things forever changed.  Yes, I still see the rainbows, the stars and the waves but in them I constantly search for my son. I look for his smile, the tone of his voice, the life in his veins. This too will pass I'm told; but how can this be? My heart has been wrentched from its cavity; my soul hangs by a string.  All I want again is for things to be as they were ~ the promise of tomorrow's should be our indignant call.

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FROM A MOTHER'S HEART  / Gwendolyn Stuart-Singleton (STEVIE's MOMMIE )
Stevie, from my Heart to your Heart I can still feel the beat.
Time as we know it on earth is still passing by, second by second;
Time in the Kingdom of Heaven is everlasting as all the precious memories I hold of you in my mind and Heart.

The day they stole you away from me, was the worst day of the rest of my life...but inspite of the way it was, I know you would not return if you could.

Mommie thanks you for guiding my thoughts, my hands, and keeping me focused to be all that you and God know that I can be.

You Are The Sunshine Of My Life, Stevie; always have been and Forever You'll Stay In My Heart!

Say hello to all the babies of my new family of Mothers.

One day, we'll embrace again.

I Love You, Stevie.

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LOVE / Elo (Victims Advocate )
The Energy of Love is envincible, transcending all barriers including death. Love endures in our souls and leaves indelible marks that build upon the heart, nourshing our Spirit wings to fly.  Love Heals Us. Close

Jennifer LeAnne Balber  / Rose Madsen (Mother)
Our beloved Jen-Jen was taken from us on a cold drizzly afternoon. She was on her rounds as a meter-reader for the Gas Company when shots from a hand gun rang out. She was caught in the line of fire and was struck. It was and still is hard to understand why this happened to someone so young and full of life. Jennifer was person who you couldn’t keep from liking, a person who you instantly knew was going to be your friend forever. Jen-Jen was a good daughter, a loving sister, a proud aunt, a cherished niece and a joy to her grandparents. Our love for her will never end and we know that she is looking down on us, with a smile only she could smile and is laughing the laugh only she could laugh and whispering that her love for us is also never ending. The radiance of her presence could light up a room and her smile could bring laughter and happiness to those she encountered. Jennifer was a loving person that lived life for life itself. We miss you always Mom – Rose Madsen Close

FOR OUR FALLEN ANGELS - A MOTHER'S CREED  / Gwendolyn Stuart-Singleton (MOTHER)
A MOTHER'S CREED We Stand Committed In Memory of Our Sons and Daughters Who Did Not Have The Oppportunity To Fulfill their destiny in Life.. But With the Grace of God and the Wings of our Children Beneath Our Feet It Is Time To Begin "Striving Towards Eradicating Violence In Ennercities" Close

Add your Loved Ones Picture & Story  / Judy Gibson (A Mother )
If you would like to add your loved one's picture and story to this website, please forward to my email address of hookme@fisheads.net.  This site is intended for all families who have lost their loved ones to violence.  In love & light ~ Judy Gibson; Mother of Gregg W. Gibson, II Murdered 11-16-02 Close

MY SON, MY BOY, MY BABY, YOU'RE ALWAYS IN MY HEART  / Gwendolyn Stuart-Singleton (MOTHER)
You are the sunshine of my life...Forever you'll stay in my heart.
Not one day, one hour, one minute has gone by that a thought of you has not crossed my mind.  I still smell you in the air, I still remember your touch, I hear your thunderous laugh a thousands times a day; most of all I see your smile ever so radiant as it guides me through my day.

I know not why, but I know God had an awesome responsibility waiting just for you, Stevie; and I've left it at that.  God knows all and I've surrendered to that.

Through it all, even though I know you would never want to return, Mommie can't help help herself, because she wants you back.

I LOVE YOU SON....TO KNOW UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AS WE SHARED IS A PRIVLEDGE.

I LOVE YOU!

Your Mommie,
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You are not forgotten  / Judy Gibson
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose.  All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

                              ~ Helen Keller

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