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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Rodney Heath who was born in Newfoundland,Canada on November 15, 1974 and died on February 12, 2004 at the age of 29. We will remember him forever. Rodney was a gentle hearted young man who loved his family, and his friends. He had a passion for music and taught himself how to play the guitar. Rodney was fun to be with, he loved telling jokes and laughing, but he was also bright, sensitive, and kind, understanding, a good listener, and always willing to help others if he could.
The lives of those who loved him and are left behind to make sense of this tragedy will never be the same. Words can never fully describe the person he was, but if you had known Rodney, he would have touched your life in a way that you would never forget, just as we will never ever forget him. He will always be in our hearts alive, and part of us. We miss him and this site is to honor his memory, not the way he died, but the way he lived. Rodney, we love you!
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Happy Birthday / Deborah Giles (Friend)
Another birthday. I take this special day to remember with love a very special guy. I hold my memories close and hug you close to my spirit. When I look up at the stars tonight I will see them as heavenly birthday candles.
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Happy Birthday! / Mom &. Dad (parents)
For Rodney
Happy birthday dearest Rod
We miss you more than you could know.
We can never lose the bond we've had,
Though we've had to let you go.
We've missed the times we had with you,
Like going ski dooing an...
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If Tommorow starts without me! / Mom &. Dad (parents)
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today, while thinking of the many t...
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Our Son / Mom &. Dad (parents)
Rodney, how tragic your death was for us.
We're sorry we missed your signs, why didn’t we see?
How sad that you felt so helpless and blue.
Your pain overwhelming that so consumed you.
How alone you did feel on that tragic ...
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My Prayers & Thoughts / Debbie White (didnt know him but got to know his mom )
Hi Barb, i am sorry that ur son rodney is gone to heaven ..i know u talked about him b4 but didnt know what had happened im really sorry u had to go through this..but all i can say reading the menerories of him it felt like i did know him ..but god l...
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Thanksgiving / Deborah Giles (Friend) Read >> |
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St Pats Day / Deborah Giles (friend) Read >> |
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OUR MEMORIES / MOm And Dad (parents) Read >> |
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thinking of you ROD / Cathy Morey (Aunt) Read >> |
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Forget me not! / MOM &. Dad (parents) Read >> |
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All is Well / Daphne Burt (Friend of Rodney's Mom ) Read >> |
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Warm Thoughts For Spring / Deborah Giles (Friend) Read >> |
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Easter Memories / Eugene Giles (Pal) Read >> |
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Rainbow / Mom (parents) Read >> |
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We still think of you. / Hope &. Lew Rowsell Read >> |
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| His legacy |
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A Mother's Tribute
Our son, Rodney, became an angel
on February 12th 2004
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I shall never forget that sad evening.
I received a knock on the door.
From the moment I spoke to the police officer,
my life has never been the same at all.
It took me forever to accept what
I knew that I could not believe.
I became a mother going through motions,
but I'll never learn how to grieve.
No one could tell me how to live my life
when my precious son was gone.
I'd never see his smiling face again.
Oh the days are hard & the nights long!
I'd never again hear his beautiful laughter.
Or tell him how much he was loved.
Oh I live without my dear precious son ...
who now lives in the Heaven's above.
Oh every time the door opens or the phone rings,
I pray it's an end to this nightmare!
I just wish that my son could come home ...
Spreading his love & charm everywhere!
Oh yes, he was loved by everyone he knew.
No one was a stranger that he ever met!
He would do about anything to help others.
A face of friendship he'd never forget.
He has a personality to win anyone's heart.
Oh I've heard so many people say.
He touched the lives of those he met in life ...
As he made friends all along the way.
Oh yes he was a special & precious son.
Who touches my heart in his way.
For he knows that
I will never be whole again ...
For a part of me left with him that day!
And as I think of him this moment.
As I do everyday waking day.
I long for that part of me
to hear his voice...
And hug him in a Mom's own way!
God won't you Please, Kiss my Angel Goodnight
This memorial site was created
out of all the Love
I have for my son.
I wanted to do something very special for Rodney;
So, I started making the Memorial site
so that Rodney's memory would live on forever.
A Mother's greatest fear after losing
a child is that others will forget them.
For all who knew Rodney and for those who never got the chance,
Please take a few moments and visit My son,
Rodney Heath
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cHRISTMAS POEM
'Twas the night before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing - the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by night.
As others were making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking - I couldn't understand.
I had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holiday had in store.
When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this wasn't by chance.
The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.
As I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it - as if it knew -
That I needed the touch of its fragile wings,
To help me get through the holiday scene.
In the days that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart -
That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children are with us - they're not really dead.
Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
'To all bereaved parents - We love you tonight!'
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When I'm Gone
"WHEN I'M GONE"
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay,
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.
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| Rodney's Photo Album |
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