Sean, Thank you.... for being you. for being weird, hilarious and kind. so many times, your kindness and humor was exactly what we needed. You truly were the light that shown through our cracks and illuminated our darkness. The light you put in to the world is living in your memories...your smile, the sound of your laughter...and in every juice box but you're not here and it hurts....more than i though possible. You and your mom have a special place with our family.

I met Sean through my sons father, Charles. We became very close over the four years I knew him. We would checked in often about how things were going with each other and he was the only one to come out to Macon to see us. I remember every time he walked through the door I got a huge smile on my face and he would give me the biggest hug. He truly became family to Charles and I, to the point where we called him our son's Uncle Sean. I will always be thankful that me and my son got to cross paths with him. He was an amazing man who I will always cherish in my heart ❤ I love you Sean, till we meet again brother

Sean, words cannot express who much you meant to me and how much you are missed. Even though you are gone, I still see you everywhere, in all the little things that remind me of you. Until we meet again, my friend, until we meet again.

Riding in the car one day with Sean doing something and talking about something i can't remember. Sean tells me from the back seat, "you're going to be a good mom."
My husband and i were going through fertility treatments at the time although i don't think he knew that.
That was so precious to me to hear. Nobody had told me that yet. I will never forget the amount of love i felt with just those few words.
i thanked him for his kind words and tried to hold it together as we quietly drove along.
Thank you Sean. 

As the years go by, I know that memories are perhaps the greatest and most priceless of treasures one can possible possess. In loving memory of Sean – Grandma Cindy, Lloyd and David

Sean, on a afternoon after hanging out with my dad, you feel asleep on my father's chest, I picked you up, you didn't make a sound, and continued to sleep on my chest. Thank you.

I prepared a few meals for Sean. What I heard most was, "My mom....."
Yeah, that bar was past the moon.
I can't think of anyone that could have passed that bar as per Sean.

Sean - Advocacy at the age of I can speak
This has been knocking in my thoughts and heart since getting the invite. We were living at 51st and Roe. I had prepared lunch for Sean, the menu- something something and sweet peas. Sean was not in the least interested in sweet peas. These were the young tender peas, the most expensive in the store (my favorite).
I made Sean's lunch with so much love, and Sean was in the kitchen with me, with Bear, (the dog Maria decided needed a home, and my home would do, and yes we fell in love with Bear. Thank you Maria), as Sean was mine as well. So we sat to eat lunch. Sean ate everything except the sweet tender young peas. Sean gave me the look. I told Sean eat these or out to the back steps. Sean went to the back steps, Bear followed Sean and they proceeded to play. I went out ( after a few minutes) to the back steps and sat with Sean, we talked, I proceeded to tell Sean all of the positive of sweet peas. I got the look. (Just like his mom) I got the "I am done with this".(Head turn, I am not hearing you, look just like his mom). I gave every argument I could think of. Sean had 2 arguments, they were mushy and the taste was horrible.

After I had expounded on every reason sweet peas were good, - they make you strong, they make you smart, they make your bones grow tall ect., There was silence. Sean and Bear continued to play. I went inside.
After a while Sean came in, and his lunch plate was still on the table. He sat at the seat where he plate was, he picked up the fork, I told him they taste better warm. I warmed the sweet peas. Sean ate the peas, we talked while he ate. The choice to eat peas was for the good he could give, so Sean prepared to give, by eating peas. Sean only said the peas would make him stronger.

Now I understand, what Sean saw so thoughtfully at that tender age of less than 5 years.

Of course I told Maria when she got back, I put Sean out-(as a spot of laughter, all Maria heard was I put her baby out) and like from Sean I got the look, the head turn. Conversation over.

Sean in advocacy, his words at that age were filled with understanding and observance and what needed to happen to help. I have only learned this recently. 
Thank you Sean for guiding me to be a better mother.

‘In memory of my Grandson Sean.

Grief is like living two lives. One is where you pretend that everything is alright. The other is where your heart silently screams in pain.

As the years go by. I know that memories are perhaps the greatest and most priceless of treasures one can possible possess.

The next time that I meet you Sean will be at heaven's door. You will be there to meet me, and I will cry no more. I will put my arms around you and kiss your lovely face and then this broken heart of mine will fall back into place.


Love

Grandma Cindy X’

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you baby brother. I miss you more than words can explain. Your spirit was like no other. So many memories we have had as a family and I cherish every one of them. You came to visit me in my dreams not to long ago and I want to thank you for that. I feel your presence daily and I’m forever grateful. I love you always and forever ❤️❤️❤️

My father and Sean spent time together, doing what grandfathers do with their grandson. My father (when he was alive) proudly called Sean his grandson, reminiscing when Sean was a few months old, my dad would hold Sean and talk about the string beans he was growing. Only the three of us were there, I watched from the sliding screen door, the movements of Seans' head as my dad pointed to the beans and Sean would move his head to get close to the beans, then turn to my father as my dad spoke. It's funny the things one remember.