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Keaton’s Story

This is Keaton’s sister, Katie. Thank you for all of the wonderful comments you have shared with us on this page. They have helped our family during this difficult time. If anyone would like to make contributions to assist with funeral expenses, please do so by making a payment through Paypal.
Keaton is an adventurous 14 year-old. He loves seafood, especially sushi, which is not what a 14 year-old normally craves. He also is fascinated by reptiles. His collection of reptiles includes an iguana, snakes, lizards, turtles, frogs and a tarantula. We call it Keaton's Zoo.

From a very early age, he was fascinated with animals, specifically reptiles. The minute you talk to him you'll see how vast his knowledge of reptiles truly is. He'll spout out a random fact about a sand boa and he'll talk about the mating rituals of snakes and frogs. We call him our mini-herpetologist.

In March of 2007, Keaton went into the doctor complaining of a pain in his hip. X-rays and scans confirmed that he had osteosarcoma: bone cancer in his upper right femur.

This is his story of triumph over adversity.

Latest Journal Update

April

I didn't post on April 7th this year.
Just didn't.
Half a decade..five years does not seem possible.
After time stops, the way it does for a parent when the heart of their child stops, it never flows the same way again. A part of us is forever stuck in that moment with our child, holding on to that last second of time we had them with us. A part of us is forever missing. Our world can never be the same.
But time goes on. Even if differently.
We still go on.We live and love and laugh..even if differently.
A broken heart, unlike a broken clock, keeps beating, ticking off the moments of time.
But time is different.

Pink

The Azaleas
Were blooming Pink
Outside my kitchen window
And I brewed my coffee
Reveling in the Pink
Of the bright spring blossoms
I picked up your coffee cup
The one with the rainforest frog
Which has the color change effect
That stares from the mug
Dark green when it's cold
But the heat of the coffee
Turns the frog bright Pink
I noticed as I sipped
The rim was chipped
And a feeling of dismay
Flashed through my head
As it does these days
Whenever one more
Tangible evidence of you
Goes out of my life
Slowly the material proof
Of your existence
Fades from my life
Leaving only a
Cloudy mirror of memories
A still collage of photographs
But sometimes the reality of you
Bursts through
And the anguish
Pierces my heart anew
That you are not beside me
Admiring the Pink Of April flowers
And sometimes I still cry
In the morning
The echoes of my sobs
Mixing with the singing of the birds
That perch on the branches
Of the bright Pink azalea bush
As I gaze out my window
With tear colored eyes
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Comments

13 Comments

teresa moffit
By teresa moffit
Karen, your words as always truthfully,painfully, ring true. Words so eloquent and yet heartbreaking as only another cancer mom of a child gone too soon could feel and understand. I feel fortunate to have had the chance to meet both you and Keaton and he will always be in my memories. Sending hugs and love my friend.
Judy Phillips
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Karen, Beautifully heartfelt.
Chipped rim moments and time being different....ditto.
(big hug)
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Joyce Nosker
By Joyce Nosker
Beautifully said, but I'm sorry that you are living this.

God bless.

www.caringbridge.org/visit/larrynosker
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MiMi Olsson
By MiMi Olsson
xoxoxo With Hope, MiMi
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Pat Stollmeyer
By Pat Stollmeyer
Quite lovely.....
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Lauren Dole
By Lauren Dole
Thank you. As we suffer through missing our children so desprately, as the years go by, the world carries on and expects us to move on. Thank you for validating it is okay that we feel the void our child has left and it is okay it will always be there and okay to daily feel and hear the silence of their absence. I like the book "Wild" and saw the backpack as the grief we carry. Early on we stubble and strain under the weight, it rub us raw all over. Over time we learn to lighten the load with adjustments in our life, which can be things in our life that hinder and not help in our journey. The things we keep are useful and helpful and as we move along the trail we constantly readjusting and reorganizing the contents to help balance the weight. Over time the we and the backpack become one. It is always there, I am just learning to live with it as a part of me. Now, when I meet other grieving parents, I also acknowledge their backpack instead of seeing them as "moving on".
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Joan Gillespie
By Joan Gillespie
Beautiful...............and so true............through the years........forever.....


Joan Gillespie, Angel Gunner's Meippy
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Cindy Smith
By Cindy Smith
I still think of you, Keaton and your family often. My heart breaks with yours. It was a lovely, personal post and thank you for sharing with us.
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Valerie Maples
By Valerie Maples
Hugs and prayers from Mississippi!
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