CLINTON TERRY MILAM

 April 7, 1993-August 5, 2003

Beloved son of Terry and Susan
Precious brother of Amy and Melinda

We will love him every minute of every day for the rest of our lives... 

If I Had Known

If I had known it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would have tucked you in more tightly and prayed to the Lord, that you I could keep.

If I had known it would be the last time that I would see you walk out the door,
I would have given you an extra hug and kiss and then called you back for one more.

If I had known it would be the last time I would see you smile and hear what you had to say,
I would have recorded each action and word, so I could play them back day after day after day.

If I had known it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two,
I would have stopped what I was doing and spent every single minute with you.

If I had known it would be the last time I would have to share your day,
well I just knew we'd have so many more, I would not have let that one slip away.

If I had only known what was in store for us that day I would not have let you out of my sight,

Instead I would have stood by your side to protect you and held back the hands of time with all my might.

If had known what I know now

 I would have prayed to God and begged for Him to change our fate somehow…..

If I Had Known~Author Unknown, but revised for you and I

Thank you Anthony Paul's Mom, Natalie!

WE REMEMBER THEM

At the rising of the sun and at its going down
We remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter
We remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring
We remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer
We remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn
We remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends
We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live; for they are now a part of us,
as we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength
We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart
We remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share
We remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make
We remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs
We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live; for they are now a part of us,
as we remember them. 

Jewish Prayer








  










~ FOUR YEARS WITHOUT YOU FEELS LIKE FOREVER ~

Don't Tell Me
Judi Walker
(In Memory of Shane) Copyright 1998 

Please don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don’t tell me my son is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want him here with me,
Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don’t tell me to face the fact he is gone,
Because denial is something I can’t stop,
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don’t hesitate to say his name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday,
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.



“He whom you love and lose is no longer where he was before; he is now where ever you are.” 

Saint John Chrysostom

Loving Sisters, Amy and Melinda
loving best friends, Logan and Anna~Niece and Nephew

I will not forget you. I have carved you on the palm of my hand.

— Isaiah 49:15

The truest words of all: I will not forget you.
You are in my waking thoughts,
my sweetest memories, my dearest dreams.
I will not forget you.
You have touched my soul, opened my eyes,
changed my very experience of the universe.
I will not forget you.
I see you in the flowers, the sunset,
the sweep of the horizon
and all things that stretch to infinity.
I will not forget you.
I have carved you on the palm of my hand.
I carry you with me forever.

— Ellen Sue Stern, Living With Loss, 1995 












THE FACE OF AN ANGEL....

"Dragonfly Sky"
Look in the clouds.  What do YOU see?

Thank you Natalie! Anthony Paul's Mom

Nature’s Rainbows by Genessee Bourdeau Gentry

We held them in our parent arms for days or weeks or years.
Now we hold them in our hearts and cry the darkest tears.

The cord attached to children, eternally fine and strong.
We never leave the missing; it holds us all life long.

Our children now inside us, our souls tattooed with gold.
Their love, their words, caresses, are hugs that we still hold.

If we open to the knowledge, that they aren’t completely gone,
We will sometimes feel their touching, sometimes soft and sometimes strong.

When they show us nature’s rainbows, we can feel their proud delight,
Sending signs to show they’re living, only far beyond our sight.

"He is in the pupil of my eyes, he is in my body and my soul."

- Rabindranath Tagore 

MY SONSHINE...





"Tread gently near the tender souls who have lost a child, who's hearts are bruised and bleeding...."

~ Author Unknown ~

     
          
Light A Candle in Their Honor...

A Candle in his honor
For the child  that I have lost
Tears that have been shed each day
Sleepless nights that I have tossed

My life that has forever changed
Out of my control
Will never understand this fate
Can never be consoled

Each day I wake again to pain
That comes from deep within
Unless you've lived this awful fate
You can't know where I've been

I will never be over losing him
Tried so hard to let you know
That this love will last forever
Till the day that I do go

My memories are bittersweet
Some smiles and some tears
Longing for this all to end
Then days turn into years

I somehow move along in life
This pain right by my side
Grief is now a part of me
My heart it does reside

Please light a candle in his honor
Remember him with me
To lose a child, so tragic
This is not how life should be

In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies
Lyndie Sorenson
2006 




Please also visit Clint at:

http://clinton-milam.virtual-memorials.com

http://clinton-milam.last-memories.com

- if a thing divine like thee can die,
  thy funeral shrine is thy mother's grief and mine.

         ...from To William Shelley by Percy Shelley






When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child,
 I reasoned as a child.....
I Corinthians 13:11





Just another child to you, but the whole world to me........


                                        
THIS is Clint!!!!





Clint's Art





Clint loved playing Nintendo!

    
     Clint Being Silly!!



LOVE THAT SWEET SMILE........




Having the time of his life!!!!!!!!!









                      

Little League Memorial - Polk City Little League


Always a Part of the Team





School Play - The Grinch

You're in my heart....you're in my soul........

Dragonfly Fields Forever......



I can see the Dragonfly Field from Heaven!







For God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten son; that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16
 

In the arms of the angels…..may he find some comfort there.

Rest in Peace Sweet Angel
April 7, 1993 – August 5, 2003 




Police Officers placing flowers by the road side where Clint should not have been and should not have died.

This is the canal that runs between two lakes in Florida. This guard rail is where Clint was standing when he was struck by the bus going 45 mph.




58" between the railing and the road ~ between Clint and a bus ~ between life and death.  58 inches




In a quiet country cemetery,
Where the gentle breezes blow,
Lies my son I love so dearly;
He died a while ago.
His resting place I visit,
Placing flowers there with care,
But no one knows my heartache,
When I turn to leave them there.
Though his smile is gone forever,
And his hands I cannot touch,
Still I have so many memories
Of the son I loved so much.
His memory is my keepsake,
With which I will never part.
God has him in His keeping;
I have him in my heart. 

~Author Unknown~



His resting place I visit,
Placing flowers there with care,
But no one knows my heartache,
When I turn to leave them there.
Though his smile is gone forever,
And his hands I cannot touch,
Still I have so many memories
Of the son I loved so much.
His memory is my keepsake,
With which I will never part.
God has him in His keeping;
I have him in my heart.

The beginning...April 7, 1993.  

A precious gift from God to his family; Mom and Dad, and sisters, Amy and Melinda.

Clint was a gift.  An adored gift of love to his Mom and Dad, and a special gift of love to his two sisters, Amy and Melinda. He changed all of our lives forever. Loved, cherished and protected, Clint was a happy, loving child. Now resting in the arms of the angels, he was taken from us quickly and unexpectedly on August 5th, 2003. He was enjoying his last day of summer vacation before starting the 5th Grade. He was so happy to be getting his favorite teacher, Mrs. Taylor, and to have his best friend, Dylan, as a classmate.  He had his backpack packed and ready to go. Clint was a good student who was loved by his classmates, teachers, and his afterschool caregiver, Carol Davis and her daughters. Clint loved science and math, and had aspirations of becoming a scientist one day. He was leaning towards entomology because he loved bugs! Clint loved his family; Mom and Dad and sisters, Amy and Melinda. His ""little sister and brother"" were his niece and nephew, Anna and Logan, his sister Amy's children who were just 2 and 3 yrs. younger than he. They were like the three musketeers. His other nephew, Christian, who turned 2 the day after Clint left us, adored ""Ka"".  And still wants to know where he is. After Clint's passing we found out that he had touched many, many other lives in a lifetime cut way too short. Clint also loved among other things, drawing, flying, playing with his game boy, playing baseball, swimming, running, pizza, grilled cheese sandwiches, orange juice, and cherries! He was so handsome with beautiful greenish brown eyes, long curly lashes, curly light brown hair and a beautiful smile. He was the light of our life and we will love him and miss him every moment of every day for the rest of our lives! 

Another beginning, August 5, 2003.....to eternity.

You must have been a beautiful baby...

 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (James 1:17 NIV)

A Dad Hurts Too


People don't always see the tears a dad cries,
His heart is broken too when his child dies,
He tries to hold it together and be strong,
Even though his world's gone wrong,
He holds his wife as her tears fall,
Comforts her through it all,
He goes through his day doing what he's supposed to do,
But a piece of his heart has been ripped away, a Dad hurts too,
So when he's alone he lets out his pain,
And his tears come like falling rain,
His world has crashed in around him,
And a world that was once bright has gone dim,
He feels he has to be strong for others,
But Dads hurt too, not just the Mothers,
He searches for answers but none are to be found,
He hides behind a mask when he is feeling down,
He smiles through his tears,
He struggles and holds in his fears,
But what you see on the outside is not always real,
Men don't always show how they really feel,
So I'd like to ask a favor of you,
The next time you see a mother hurting over the loss of her child,
please remember.....a Dad hurts too.
Judi Walker
Copyright 2002












At the Ranch

I wrote you a letter last night,
  telling you how much I love you,
  and lots of other things.
I also told you from my heart,
  the sorrow your leaving means.
I told you that I'm sorry you had
  to leave that way,
  and how very, very sorry I am
  I wasn't with you that day.
I found a stone this morning,
  lying in my path, it gave me
  quite a start.
It's smooth and black with a touch
  of gray, like an arrow through
  the heart.
It's naturally shaped, but if you
  look, it's very easy to see...
It looks like a heart that clearly
  says...."with love, from Clint
  to me."   Mom











Mommy's sweetheart, Nana's little love

I will not forget you. I have carved you on the palm
of my hand.

— Isaiah 49:15

The truest words of all: I will not forget you.
You are in my waking thoughts,
my sweetest memories, my dearest dreams.
I will not forget you.
You have touched my soul, opened my eyes,
changed my very experience of the universe.
I will not forget you.
I see you in the flowers, the sunset,
the sweep of the horizon
and all things that stretch to infinity.
I will not forget you.
I have carved you on the palm of my hand.
I carry you with me forever.

— Ellen Sue Stern, Living With Loss, 1995 

“Flight”

"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the sky on laughter silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds--and done a hundred things
You've never dreamed of........

High in the sunlit silence
And while with quiet lifting mind I've trod
I've chased the shouting wind along
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."

- J.G.. Magee

A young airman, during WWII, describing his experience flying.
Sent to his parents who received it after he died in a training mission.

        


Please light a candle for Clint while you are here.  Thank you!

Children in Heaven

In the broad fields of heaven,
In the immortal bowers,
Dwelling by life’s clear river,
Amid undying flowers;

Myriads of beauteous spirits,
Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands celestial,
Sing of their human birth.

They sing of earth and heaven—
Divinest voices rise,
In thanks and praises unto Him
Who called them to the skies.

The golden haired, the blue eyed,
That lighted up our life,
And folded were, within our hearts,
From all the world’s rude strife;

The blessings of our bosoms,
The stars upon our sky,
The flowers up-springing in our path,
Too beautiful to die;

They are all there in heaven,
Safe, safe and sweetly blessed;
No cloud of sin can shadow
Their bright and holy rest.

Mrs. Katherine P. Gordon

From “Light on Little Graves” Printed in the year 1848

        Best Christmas Ever!



Polk City Elementary Honors Clint


Christmas morning happiness





I'm getting a Math Award at School!




So Happy Together..................

Look at the Orb over Clint's head...
















It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.


~Anne Morrow Lindbergh~

Clint was an organ donor....
so that others may live.

Baby Bop, Pokemon Charlemaine and Barney
(Anna, Clint and Logan)

Happy Halloween!

Anna, Logan and Clint ~ Last Halloween Together

SISTERS

Mommy and Me

Clint ~ you wouldn't really throw a snowball at your Mother, would you?!!

Sweet Dreams Sweet Angel.....

SO HAPPY TOGETHER!



 


A virtual quilt for Clint and my love to keep him warm at night...