Ryan Wayne Milley
son of Frankie and Bob Milley
September 20, 1979 to June 22, 1998

Ryan, this candle burns for you.
Oh Our Beautiful Boy Ryan: I can not tell you how much we miss you. Our hearts hurt so bad. The days are filled mostly with tears. Your friends are around here allot. They take dad to play basket ball he hoses them some time. Shannon and Jose both received the Lord this past Christmas but then I guess you knew that because the Angels sang. Oh baby Boy! Dad and I can not wait to see you again. I will travel to Russia in April to do medical work with the orphans. Please ask God to watch over your dad. He will miss us both. I will take you both in my heart. But then you never leave there. Daddy made you a shadow box for all your things . Your letter jacket , your golf club, your sandals some little art work from first grade, your base ball gloves, your cap from graduation and all your old dirty golf caps. It is funny what has become so valuable to me and dad. Mostly your memory. It keeps us going.
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Dearest Bear : June 2,2000 |
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| Dearest Bear: This is the month of your 21st Birthday. Dad and I had planned how this day would be, how we would celebrate. We knew from the moment you were born how proud we would be of you when you reached manhood. You have always been a little man. Ryan please know we were always so proud of you and still are. We knew your friends would all be around and there would be great laughter and fun. But Baby Boy, excuse me, Baby Man that was not to be part of God's Plan. So dad and I have placed a beautiful Angel fountain in your Garden and Dad is building a Dove House. We will place special flowers on your grave and your friends plan to go there on your birthday and return here for supper. We will remember you and there will be laughter and I am sure a few tears. But they will be tears of the joy from knowing you in all of our lives. I have written a poem for you and all the sweet children gone with you to Heaven to be shared at Christmas with all of my Friends of Angel Children. I have enclosed it at the end of this letter for you to read. Oh my Sweet Bear! How do we go on with out you? Our days are filled with memories of you. All beautiful except the day you left. That one even with God's help has some beautiful memories for us. You have to know you were the greatest gift Dad and I ever received. Your memory is still the greatest gift we have. So on this September 20th your 21st birthday my Darling Bear. I pray God will let you hear the whispers of "I Love You" from Dad , me, your family and ALL of your friends. Till we meet you at the Gate Ryan. know you live in our hearts and you are always remembered with great love. Your Mom and Dad PS: I ran into your principal and those "old guys" LOL, you played golf with and they told me all about how they loved playing golf with you and how much they missed you. They also said what a fine young man you were. See Bear you were always a little man. I say little you turned out to be 6'2" and still growing. LOL I guess that is why God decided you did not have to be here to turn 21 for that to happen. Happy Birthday Baby Man ! September 10, 2000 Dear Santa From Heaven: |
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Dearest Bear: How we long to see you at the gates of
heaven. Submitted by Frankie Milley September 20, 2001 |
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| Dearest Lord, Thank you for allowing us to have Ryan. We know you only gave him to us for safe keeping a little while, but that he really belonged to you all along. He was a creation of love, and of all of the beautiful things of Heaven and Earth. His voice was as a gentle breeze on a warm summer day. His smile like sunshine through the rain. His eyes like the brightest stars on a dark night. He loved you Lord, and now he is back at home for you to keep safe where we all hope to be one day. We ask you, Lord, that all those touched by Ryan, who grieve with us will know and understand that your plan is divinely perfect. We Praise you, Father, for our child and now we fully understand the sacrifice you made with your son on the cross. We love You. We praise You. Frankie and Bob PS Hug our baby everyday, please Lord, and tell him we will see him as soon as you allow. Mom and Dad |