I, Clara Wheeler, mother of Quentin Roshaun Wheeler, miss my baby so much! I miss his smiles, hugs, kisses and saying, “I love you, Mom. I’ll see you when I get home.” Quinten, my baby, left home smiling the evening of October 28, 2004. That’s what I miss the most – his beautiful smile and wonderful ways. He had a spirit that drew other people to him. He was a smart, respectful, well-mannered child. A born angel, I called him. His older brother, Cortez, misses him – being around him, talking to him and laughing with him. Cortez says, “My brother lived a life full of enjoyment, and did not have many bad days. He enjoyed making people laugh. His loss has touched other people in a special way. For me, life will never be the same without him.” I am around family members all the time that Quinten left behind, and they are still devastated by his death, including his older brother, Cortez, and myself. We will never get over it, but by the grace of God, we will carry on day by day. My baby was a big part of me, and his death took a lot out of me. There is an empty space inside of me that will never, ever be fulfilled. I love you, my baby boy. Mommy loves you so very, very much. Rest in peace.
Mother – Clara Wheeler
Brother – Cortez Rontrell Wheeler
By Quinten Wheeler, 16 years old
“Sometimes”
Sometimes silence is the best antidote for a crisis.
Sometimes it’s your enemy that’s the nicest.
Sometimes people will turn their back on you.
Sometimes there’s nothing else you can do.
Sometimes you wonder why him and not me.
Sometimes you know that’s the way God wanted it to be.
Sometimes you think you’re too worthless to start.
Sometimes love can really hurt your heart.
Sometimes love can leave you with a scar.
Sometimes love will seem close when it’s so far.
Sometimes we wonder who we really are.
Sometimes we wonder we wonder sometimes.
Sometimes we wonder is it our dream that’s waken.
Sometimes we wonder is it our life that’s taken.
Sometimes it’s just too much to bear.
Sometimes it hurts too much to care.
If I didn’t wonder, who would wonder for me?
See it’s good to wonder sometimes you see.
|