Ricky Dale Goss was born on Halloween 1961. I teased him when he was small by telling him he was my little spook. He was the middle of my three children. His sister Deana was oldest and his brother Scott was youngest. I was also a middle child so I understood his problem. And so as Elvis used to sing, "he did it his way". From an early age he knew what he wanted and it was nearly impossible to make it go any other way. He didn't waste time as a toddler learning to walk, just at 10 months one day got up and walked with no hesitation and no falls. His language skills was developed the same way. I could never get him to learn a list of words . He could say the usual mama or daddy, just didn't seem to see a need to say them. Then one day he just began to converse in sentences in a regular conversation. It was a bit unnerving the abilities he exhibited. As he got older and in school it became evident he had almost total recall on everything he read. Truly he was so very gifted, however he had a problem with authority figures. It plagued him all his life. He wasn't ambitious. His happiness had nothing to do with material things. I think he was more content than all of us who were caught up in the rat race of living. He was very tenderhearted and had more compassion than most, however he was very private and most folks didn't bother to get to know him because he never put himself forward.
Ricky had 5 granddaughters. They were the light of his life and they felt the same way about him. He was happiest walking along with 2 or 3 hanging on as he walked along or "helping him" with the garden.
I loved him and miss him very much.
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The day my child died,
I become somebody new,
A totally different person,
Someone I never knew.
I am not who I used to be,
I am definitely not the same,
The only thing that hasn't changed,
Is the spelling of my name.
I cry more then I ever did,
I break down quite alot,
My heart hurts everyday,
The pain will never stop.
A mother gives a child life,
And a love unlike no other,
When that is taken all away,
She then becomes a grieving mother.
By Lisa McCann
Febuary 2014
Ricky had 5 granddaughters. They were the light of his life and they felt the same way about him. He was happiest walking along with 2 or 3 hanging on as he walked along or "helping him" with the garden.
I loved him and miss him very much.
_______________________________________________________________
The day my child died,
I become somebody new,
A totally different person,
Someone I never knew.
I am not who I used to be,
I am definitely not the same,
The only thing that hasn't changed,
Is the spelling of my name.
I cry more then I ever did,
I break down quite alot,
My heart hurts everyday,
The pain will never stop.
A mother gives a child life,
And a love unlike no other,
When that is taken all away,
She then becomes a grieving mother.
By Lisa McCann
Febuary 2014
Ricky Dale Goss was born on Halloween 1961. I teased him when he was small by telling him he was my little spook. He was the middle of my three children. His sister Deana was oldest and his brother Scott was youngest. I was also a middle child so I understood his problem. And so as Elvis used to sing, "he did it his way". From an early age he knew what he wanted and it was nearly impossible to make it go any other way. He didn't waste time as a toddler learning to walk, just at 10 months one day got up and walked with no hesitation and no falls. His language skills was developed the same way. I could never get him to learn a list of words . He could say the usual mama or daddy, just didn't seem to see a need to say them. Then one day he just began to converse in sentences in a regular conversation. It was a bit unnerving the abilities he exhibited. As he got older and in school it became evident he had almost total recall on everything he read. Truly he was so very gifted, however he had a problem with authority figures. It plagued him all his life. He wasn't ambitious. His happiness had nothing to do with material things. I think he was more content than all of us who were caught up in the rat race of living. He was very tenderhearted and had more compassion than most, however he was very private and most folks didn't bother to get to know him because he never put himself forward.
Ricky had 5 granddaughters. They were the light of his life and they felt the same way about him. He was happiest walking along with 2 or 3 hanging on as he walked along or "helping him" with the garden.
I loved him and miss him very much.
_______________________________________________________________
The day my child died,
I become somebody new,
A totally different person,
Someone I never knew.
I am not who I used to be,
I am definitely not the same,
The only thing that hasn't changed,
Is the spelling of my name.
I cry more then I ever did,
I break down quite alot,
My heart hurts everyday,
The pain will never stop.
A mother gives a child life,
And a love unlike no other,
When that is taken all away,
She then becomes a grieving mother.
By Lisa McCann
Febuary 2014
Ricky had 5 granddaughters. They were the light of his life and they felt the same way about him. He was happiest walking along with 2 or 3 hanging on as he walked along or "helping him" with the garden.
I loved him and miss him very much.
_______________________________________________________________
The day my child died,
I become somebody new,
A totally different person,
Someone I never knew.
I am not who I used to be,
I am definitely not the same,
The only thing that hasn't changed,
Is the spelling of my name.
I cry more then I ever did,
I break down quite alot,
My heart hurts everyday,
The pain will never stop.
A mother gives a child life,
And a love unlike no other,
When that is taken all away,
She then becomes a grieving mother.
By Lisa McCann
Febuary 2014
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