: OOPS I entered the poem twice because I thought it didn't come up the first time. However, I also added his Compassionate Friends Webpage at the bottom of this one.
: : My poem for our son. Barb
: : Quentin Mitchell Stacy
: : was a special little guy.
: : He could make you smile with laughter,
: : or at least he sure would try.
: : His grin was so mischievous
: : as if up to some sly task
: : If anyone should question him
: : he'd respond with,
: : "Why do you ask"?
: : His love of school was obvious.
: : Science and Math he loved the best.
: : He loved to go exploring.
: : Digging up dinosaur bones was his quest.
: : He really loved his teachers
: : his first 3 years at school.
: : He made the comment more than once
: : that they were "really cool".
: : Each day we'd ask Quentin
: : what was the best and worst part of his day.
: : "No bad parts just good
: : and I saw my brothers at lunch"
: : was what he'd always say.
: : His love for family was strong,
: : especially for Jacob, his twin brother.
: : They'd trade identities to fool everyone
: : even though they didn't look like each other.
: : One thing that is for certain...
: : that boy sure loved to eat.
: : Wendy's classic single and Little Caesars pizza
: : tied as his favorite dinner treat.
: : At home he'd ask for root beer
: : with hot dogs and macaroni and cheese.
: : He really liked the simple things
: : and was very easy to please.
: : There are so many more memories about this kid
: : that we would love to share.
: : Most will make you laugh and hopefully,
: : make his death a bit easier to bear.
: : He'd prefer you all to smile
: : and remember good times past.
: : Review your life's priorities
: : since time seems to pass by so fast.
: : It's strange to think that Quentin's death
: : may have actually caused some good.
: : How a little eight year old
: : can touch so many lives.
: : We never understood.
: : So much love was shown during our time of loss
: : as the community helped us out.
: : But Quentin knew within his heart,
: : it's what God's love is all about.
: : Be good in Heaven, honey,
: : and use your best manners.
: : We love you.
: : Love, Mom, Dad, Andy, Krysta, Alex, Zac and Jacob
Oh, Barb, how beautiful. I got so teary and goosebumpy reading your poem. I love it. Your love for precious Quentin just shines and shines. Thanks for sharing that.