Patrick David Daneluk - Online Memorial Website

Its been 6 years, since it hit Winter every year...i've become increasingly more depressed about our final words. If only I held onto you for longer when we talked, then maybe we could have met in 2007 like we arranged.

I miss you, Patrick. Or as I knew you as, King Gordare.

You once called me your best friend, we talked for a long time, I took you under my wing and you did the same for me when I was at my lowest points in my life. You even wished me well.

December 14th, 2006. I had a motorcycle accident which nearly shattered both kneecaps...then on the 15th...you passed away. You wished me back into health. I still feel I should have been killed so you could have lived on. I have a heart painted black, yours was pure and caring. You made people laugh and for those who treated you badly, I was there for you.

On Furcadia, we led a pride together before you split off for the Universal Guardians. Almost went our seperate ways...but we never forgot each other.

Long story short...I miss you like hell, 6 years...6 long years.

I know and understand your loss, I too lost a son aged 27. If you every need a friend. I am here. Megan Mother to Nicholas. Windsor.

Patrick it could have been your 20th birthday.
I have a sister who turns 20 this month and losing our dad is like the biggest grief we have to endure. My dad passed away on this day 13th may; so i am just passing my dearest condolence to you as a mother you have to remain patient; and Hey i can truly sympathise with u; the pain that a person has to endure for losing someone near to you. 
My deepest heart-felt love for you and hope God gives you the strenght to prolong for life-time.

Mahera Fazal

My precious boy...  I came home from work last night and stayed up until well past 1am. I watched the clock tick by as the three month anniversary went by. I sat here on my computer I thought about the last time that I seen you, and smiled with tears of happiness and pride as you were at your game. Aunt Jo and I were standing there watching you. My heart pounded so everyone was playing so hard. Your team was slaughtering the other one.

 

Like always, when I watched your all your games, I had secretly wished that the game wasn't so rough. That you would not have a scratch or bruise on you. Little did I know that then, that those snapshots in life would end so quickly.

 

One day, I will tell our story, I will share our life with the world. For now, it is just too painful to talk about. The depression too deep. The heart too severely beaten at this point to tell. I know as you are looking down, that you are telling me that I need to take better care of myself. I have lost 35 lbs since your passing...weight that went beyond the stress pounds that came on during your brother's illness that never went away amd now a skelton of bones. The desire to live has left me and just going through the days in a robot state of mind. That is all I can do right now.

 

Not only has the desire to eat has left me, and have to force myself to swallow the food placed before me. Everything tasting like shoe leather and cardboard,  but the ability to sleep is gone, a few hours here and there is all I get. The pain is too fresh. Too new still to close my eyes. Haunting dreams are more what I dream of. Of your last moment in time. The dectective told me you felt no pain, that it was instantanious. That you probably didn't feel a thing. Leaving out that that there was a probably that you could have. This fear goes far beyond watching you play any sports that you had once had played! There was no bandaides, no creams or ointments for infection, no anything to fix you.

 

I just hope that God and his beautiful angels did fix you.. that they took you immediately up to heaven under their care the moment of impact. That it was true that you didn't feel anything but seen the glorious light.

 

I know that you can feel my love and see into my heart the very moment the angels took you into God's hands. You found nothing but the purest of love. Something that has always been there.

 

Tommorrow, the special urns that I ordered will be prepared for you. That I go to the funeral home and have them placed and Sunday, they will be blessed. I will send the one to Sam on Tues along with the tshirt and a few other things for her. I hope it makes her heart feel better. I don't know how I will make it through either of these tasks at hand.

 

Please send me some strength to endure this.

 

     I have been talking to your daddy said he would send me pictures that he had received. He hasn't been doing too great himself, his pain mirrors mine. Keith is going this summer when college gets out to see him in Grayling. Depending on his health depends on the amount of time he goes. The cooler summer will be so much better for him then the hot, humid weather of South Miami. He wants to take some of your ashes to place near Grandma and Grandpa Daneluk's graves so that you can find find them.

 

       I must close for now, I just can't type through the tears. I love you son.

                                    I love and miss you so!

                                               Momma

Dearest Son,

      Your father called Keith and I to check on us yesterday. I told him we were ok, so he didn't have that to worry about too, but he was not doing well. He is deeply effected by your loss. We are all on the emotional rollercoaster that none of us want to be. He asked how we were handling things and if we were experiencing the same feelings that he was. I replied yes, but inside ,my heart was screaming No I am not ok. I want my son with me!

       I think God was kind to me though by giving me the strength to endure this loss through your brother's bypass brain surgeries and the total of 4 weeks in the hospital for the moyamoya. I was prepared for the worst with him. We knew without the surgeries, he wouldn't make it and was slipping away and at any moment we could loose him.  We knew it was life or death. Never in a million years did we think that God would choose you to be taken from us. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't ready! Can anyone be ready for the loss of a child though?

       I know one day we will be together as a family again. Although at this moment you are with the angels and God and they are keeping you safe. You are singing with them now. I can feel and hear you with the gentle breeze of the spring winds. Your  love and understanding is given to me with the warmth of the sun on my face.

      I must go now, the tears are overwhelming me and it is impossible for me write any more right now. I love you sweet boy! Send me a gentle breeze today. They will be the kiss on my cheek, just as I had given you a kiss on the cheek the very last time I seen you when I said goodbye at the church.

 

I love my precious angel!

momma

 

Its so difficult to lose our own child, I hope that you and your family can support each other and have the courage to cope everyday because its gets harder than easier, at least how is how its been for me... my Son Timothy James DaSilva was

killed instantly while building a BMX track on July 15, 2006, he was 20 years old and full of life, living his dream, helping everyone he knew, his passion for life was BMX

although many wonderful people have done so much in his memory, the only thing I wish could happen is bring him back, I would give my life in a second for him... I am sorry, I wanted to send you a better message but when I read about your Son today, I can't stop crying because I miss my own Son so so much too.

Here is a poem that I would like to share with you:

"You never said you were leaving, 

You never said goodbye;

You were gone before I knew it,   

And only God knew why;

A million times I needed you,   

A million times I cried;

If Love alone could have saved you, 

YOU never would have died;

In life I loved you dearly,  

In death I love you still;

It broke my heart to lose YOU, 

But you didn't go alone;

For all my Love went with YOU, 

The day God took you home."

Please feel free to keep in touch with me if you need to talk to someone who understands your pain.

adasil1125@rogers.com

take care

Zira DaSilva

http://timothy-dasilva.last-memories.com

We are parents who share and undrestand the pain of losing a child,our son Felipe was 7yrs old.He too was taken from us in an instant,he was struck by lightening.May God always hold you tight and help you through each day.

Sara,

 

The words simply aren't there right now and even if they were, nothing stops this pain.  It eases somewhat with time, but there are days when I miss our son Andrew as if he just left us yesterday.  It's been 19 months since he died of blunt force trauma and head injuries sustained in an auto accident.   I feel certain that Andrew has befriended Patrick; he loved everyone he met on earth; why would things be differenet in Heaven?  Please know that you are in my thughts and prayers.  Take each day with baby steps and even though looking back might hurt, never, ever let Patrick's memory leave your heart and sole.

 

Please visit Andrew's site. 

 

http://andrew-collins.last-memories.com

 

Debi Collins

My sweet boy... I love you so much and your passing has hurt my soul beyond words. I loved you from the moment that I knew I was carrying and miss you so much that my heart is broken. There is so much I want to say, and so many words left to say to you... but you are gone from us now... I love you sweetie!!

 

Forever in my heart and always on my mind

 

momma