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IN KEVIN'S MEMORY





Remembering Kevin





KEVIN - AGE 17










THE DISABLED CHILD

I am the disabled child.
I am your teacher.

If you allow me, I will teach you
what is really important in life.

I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust,
my dependency upon you.

I teach you about how precious this life is
and about not taking things for granted.

I teach you about forgetting
your own needs and desires and dreams.

I teach you giving.

Most of all I teach you hope and faith.

I am the disabled child.

Author Unknown





BUBBA

We called him Bubba. It was the perfect nickname for our 130 pound, completely dependent teenager with the infectious smile.

Kevin seemed to live in a world of his own, that "we", his school staff, sometimes invaded. His vocalization or "language" was always happy. Many of us felt that Kevin lived in a wonderful place that was always full of sunshine.

As I stated, sometimes we invaded his serenity. Then Kevin would get this puzzled expression on his round, suddenly solemn face. He would cock his head to the side and seem to gaze out of his sightless eyes with his trusty thumb ready to soothe away the interruption.

The only parts of our world that Kevin seemed to enjoy were music and food. Country music to be precise - the twangier the better! Nothing could light up his face quite as much as Willie Nelson.

Where food was concerned, Kevin had no preferences. As long as the food was ground to a good consistency and could be swallowed, he enjoyed it. Of course, this posed a problem with his all-female school staff... By his 16th year, it took three staff members to lift him from one position to another. I always felt that Kevin enjoyed all this attention.

Kevin, we miss you ... especially your smile. But I am so glad I got to know you and share a part of your life.

I love my mental picture of you that your brother, Justin, gave to me at your funeral ... you running and playing catch with your father now. And I bet there is a Willie Nelson song playing in the background.

Written by Kevin's Teacher






HANDICAPPED

I'm handicapped and wheelchair bound
Expected to sit and not make a sound
Just to smile and let the world go by
With saintly patience and never sigh.

Inside my head thoughts come and go.
Ideas are born which long to flow
Flow from my lips and link me with others
But my words sound strange so no one bothers.

My tongue and lips do not as I ask
I cannot perform the simplest task
But I have a mind and I'm still here
Don't lock me out in your ignorance dear

Talk though I seem not to understand,
Touch me, include me, hold my hand
I am alive and I have time to give
Let me share in the life I was given to live.

Author Unknown





KEVIN - AGE 18

"To Be With You Again"

We think of you in silence
And often speak your name,
But all that's left to answer
Is your picture in a frame.

If we could have one lifetime wish,
One dream that would come true,
We would pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and you!

If tears could build a stairway
And heartaches make a lane,
We would walk our way to Heaven
To Be With You Again!

Author Unknown











I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.

If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.

God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.

So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.

So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same.







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