This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Richard Schabel, 20, born on February 21, 1986 and passed away on April 17, 2006. We will remember him forever. I will share some stories from happier times as well as my thoughts after his death and impact statements to the court under the His Life tab.
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We lost our youngest son due to the irresponsible behavior of an underaged drunk driver. This website was created with the hope that if someone sees this, they will think twice before drinking and driving, or driving in any irresponsible manner. This was no accident, as the driver of the vehicle that crossed the center line traveling nearly 100 mph, had been drinking since the morning hours. This was a crime and the offender served 10 years. She was paroled April 12th,2017. Richard had just left work and was going to visit a friend. It was a sunny spring day at about 4:30 pm, on a Monday. He had injuries from head to toe, but lived one week, before being declared brain dead.
WARNING: You may see some graphic pics from the crash scene of the vehicles involved on this memorial page.
Tributes
Leave a tributeYou are missed beyond measure and I wish things were different. Your niece and nephew had birthdays last month. Rylie is now 10 years old & Jaxon is 6 years old. They are great kids. Love you forever, MOM.
As usual, I took the day off work. You are always on my mind, but more so on your birthday. It’s just better to have the day off. Today, we searched for new furniture. We’ve had this stuff for a long time. We did find something, thankfully. We went to Olive Garden for lunch. No cake this year, but I really didn’t want it around here because I do love cake and would eat it up.
Your niece and nephew are growing up fast and now that they live nearby, they ride the bus and catch the bus from here when both Matt & Malynda are working. Rylie is 9 and Jaxon is 5 and they both have birthdays at the end of next month. I wish you could know them, they know you through pictures. I sure wish I had more of those, especially when you were a little older.
Love & miss you forever!! Mom
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I wish I could see you one more time
Come walking through the door
But I know that is impossible
I will hear your voice no more.
I know you can feel my tears
And you don't want me to cry
Yet my heart is broken
Because I can't understand
Why someone so precious had to die.
I pray that God will give me strength
And somehow get me through
As I struggle with this heartache
That came when I lost you.
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Love you forever and always Mom
We have this punishment of missing you everyday of our lives and the one who killed you was paroled and will be released soon. She can go on with her life. I pray she doesn't drop back into her old lifestyle and hurt other innocent people. This isn't a surprise really. She served 10 of her 10-15 year sentence.
This year your dad bought some mint chocolate chip ice cream in your honor and we did have some on your birthday. We know you liked that ice cream.
Love you forever, Mom
We all miss and love you today and everyday.
A Day, A Week, A Lifetime
When I wake up in the morning
I ask myself
How will I get through this day
WITHOUT YOU
As I dress and prepare to start my day
I wonder
How will I go on
WITHOUT YOU
As the day slowly slips away
I remember how you made me laugh
And I smile
WITHOUT YOU
At the end of the day
As I prepare to close my eyes
I know in my HEART
I couldn't have gotten through the day
WITHOUT YOU
As the days and years pass
I still miss you
As the pain of grief softens
I still miss you
As new memories are made
I still miss you
As I smile and laugh
I still miss you
Today and Everyday
I still miss you.
~Tanya L
reposted from www.facebook.com/greiftoolbox
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
John 16:33
Psalm 30: 11-12
Genesis 9:13
When my youngest son, Richard, was born we were so happy to have a little brother for our other son, Matt, who was 4 years old. We took pictures of Matt holding his baby brother in the hospital. We continued taking pictures of Richard to capture some of his childhood, so he could one day look back at these and remember all the simple things in life that became his childhood. I wrote milestones down in his baby book, so that one day when he had his own baby, he could reflect on what I wrote and maybe see similarities or answers to questions you’re sure to have with a first baby.
Richard will not see these pictures, ever again, to reflect back on his life because his life was cut short at only 20 years of age. One sunny spring afternoon, after finishing his shift at work, he was heading over to a friends house and never made it. He was struck head on by an under aged drunk driver that crossed over the center line traveling nearly 100 mph. I was still at work and so was his dad. My son Matt had attended a friend’s funeral that day. After we got home from work and had dinner, my husband went up to the store to get a pop. He was gone for some time. Later, I found out he had got a call from the friends that Richard never arrived to visit, because they thought it was his car they had seen. My husband went to the scene to see if it was Richard. They had already taken him to the hospital. This was the beginning of our nightmare.
I think of my son everyday. He is the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last person I think about before going to sleep. I remember the good times we shared, like all the Christmas mornings and birthdays. He liked yellow birthday cake with no frosting. I always put frosting on it and he'd complain. The last cake I made for him, I left the frosting off. I remember his smile...it was contagious. He liked animals and after our dogs were gone, we didn't want anymore for a while. Well, Richard "rescued" a little black lab mix puppy and brought him home. I told him not to when I talked to him on the phone, but he said he had to try to find a home for him, because he was afraid they'd take him to the dog pound. I watched this puppy follow Rick around and he was so cute. I fell in love with the puppy and Richard named him Knight. For along time after Richard passed Knight would sit by the steps and wait for Richard to come upstairs. Ricks room was in the basement and Knight was afraid to go down stairs. Rick had to carry him to get him downstairs. That wasn't so easy as Knight grew.
I think of my son when I'm driving home from work. In fact, that was one of the hardest times for me. I thought about how that was all Richard was doing; leaving work for the day, that time of day when you want to kick back and relax until you do it again tomorrow. For Richard, he wouldn't have a tomorrow, in the way we all take for granted.
As time goes on, after reading and adding to this blog, I can say I still feel much the same. Some areas are a little easier, such as my drive home from work. We are blessed with a wonderful son and daughter-in-law that have blessed us with a beautiful granddaughter and soon a new grandson.
2.21.20 - It’s been over 5 years since I’ve added to this. As time goes on and the grandkids get bigger, it does get easier on a day to day basis. However, bad days and extreme sadness can hit anytime. The grief and broken heart will always be there. Happiness died the day my son did and it’s a struggle to have that true feeling of happiness. There are fun times and happy times, for that I’m thankful. I feel extremely blessed to have a son & daughter-in-law that I love very much and they make me so proud. Getting to spend time with my grandkids is priceless and times I will cherish forever!
Hours turn into days,
Days turn into years,
The memory of your precious child
NEVER disappears.