"Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself."
My son was born April 9, 1989. The minute I saw him, I thought awww, he's so sweet, so precious. Then I remembered once I sat in front of the public library 7 months pregnant with twins and I had a private conversation with him. It was strange at the time (smile) but I kept talking to him. The bond was always strong. Always real, even before I officially met him.
Because I was raised in a foster home (my paternal grandmother) I never really knew my genetic history. I had heard some things but nothing solid. There were whisperes about Muscular Dystrophy. When the Doctor handed Bounce to me I looked at his legs, his arms, his hands and into his big puppy dog eyes. He was perfect.
By the time he was about 4, I enrolled him and his twin sister in swimming classes. I began to really notice, he was dragging a bit while climbing out of the pool. I dismissed it.
By the time my son turned 12 he was in a wheelchair. I prayed and prayed that he only had a milder form of what I had read about. He wasn't spared.
He adapted to things. It seemed easy for him, as if he was conquering it. He was ignoring it and he excelled in school. Had a myriad of friends. Had crushes. Rebelled a few times in class. Was sent to the Principals office. Sneaked into an x rated movie. Was at times the class clown. A straight A student, in The National Honor Society, Who's Who In American High School Students, Golden Laureal Recipient. Attended The University Of Illinois. In the CAP Scholars Honors Program. Lived in a dorm. Was a volunteer at Mary Bryant Home for the Blind, Shopped with his friends. Went to numerous WWE events. Said someday he'd be their Attorney. He was a huge Chicago Bears fan.He loved. He laughed and he lived.
Suddenly...out of nowhere he began coughing. He began to feel hot and weak. Two weeks later he was gone.
We loved him and adored him, admired him. He taught us so much. He conquered so much. He left behind a twin sister Delinvia-she is devastated. A brother Mikey, who still has not openly grieved. A brother Nicholas who is striving every day to be like his lost brother. A sister Nieavia who still can't attend family functions without breaking down. A Niece(Bryanna Lee) whom has his middle name.
And a mom who is still picking up the pieces.
"I'm not a boy...I'm a Bounce." My son age 5.
After my Bouncey passed on, I decided to build a memorial for him. I uploaded a few pictures, but I was stuck. I couldn't write anything about my son. It somehow felt as though I was dismissing him. It felt like I was giving him away. Grief is so hard. I miss him so much still.
I met two people on find a grave who wanted to know more about him. Cindy kindly asked me to do this. I thank her for a huge part of helping me to be strong. I love you girl. Thank you to EACH and EVERYONE of you for helping me get through this difficult time.
Thank you Compassionate Heart (Cindy) P. David Eastburn and everyone who gave tokens and words of love for literally holding my hand across this wonderful findagrave site. I did it, I finally wrote about Bounce. I love you guys.
My son was born April 9, 1989. The minute I saw him, I thought awww, he's so sweet, so precious. Then I remembered once I sat in front of the public library 7 months pregnant with twins and I had a private conversation with him. It was strange at the time (smile) but I kept talking to him. The bond was always strong. Always real, even before I officially met him.
Because I was raised in a foster home (my paternal grandmother) I never really knew my genetic history. I had heard some things but nothing solid. There were whisperes about Muscular Dystrophy. When the Doctor handed Bounce to me I looked at his legs, his arms, his hands and into his big puppy dog eyes. He was perfect.
By the time he was about 4, I enrolled him and his twin sister in swimming classes. I began to really notice, he was dragging a bit while climbing out of the pool. I dismissed it.
By the time my son turned 12 he was in a wheelchair. I prayed and prayed that he only had a milder form of what I had read about. He wasn't spared.
He adapted to things. It seemed easy for him, as if he was conquering it. He was ignoring it and he excelled in school. Had a myriad of friends. Had crushes. Rebelled a few times in class. Was sent to the Principals office. Sneaked into an x rated movie. Was at times the class clown. A straight A student, in The National Honor Society, Who's Who In American High School Students, Golden Laureal Recipient. Attended The University Of Illinois. In the CAP Scholars Honors Program. Lived in a dorm. Was a volunteer at Mary Bryant Home for the Blind, Shopped with his friends. Went to numerous WWE events. Said someday he'd be their Attorney. He was a huge Chicago Bears fan.He loved. He laughed and he lived.
Suddenly...out of nowhere he began coughing. He began to feel hot and weak. Two weeks later he was gone.
We loved him and adored him, admired him. He taught us so much. He conquered so much. He left behind a twin sister Delinvia-she is devastated. A brother Mikey, who still has not openly grieved. A brother Nicholas who is striving every day to be like his lost brother. A sister Nieavia who still can't attend family functions without breaking down. A Niece(Bryanna Lee) whom has his middle name.
And a mom who is still picking up the pieces.
"I'm not a boy...I'm a Bounce." My son age 5.
After my Bouncey passed on, I decided to build a memorial for him. I uploaded a few pictures, but I was stuck. I couldn't write anything about my son. It somehow felt as though I was dismissing him. It felt like I was giving him away. Grief is so hard. I miss him so much still.
I met two people on find a grave who wanted to know more about him. Cindy kindly asked me to do this. I thank her for a huge part of helping me to be strong. I love you girl. Thank you to EACH and EVERYONE of you for helping me get through this difficult time.
Thank you Compassionate Heart (Cindy) P. David Eastburn and everyone who gave tokens and words of love for literally holding my hand across this wonderful findagrave site. I did it, I finally wrote about Bounce. I love you guys.
"Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself."
My son was born April 9, 1989. The minute I saw him, I thought awww, he's so sweet, so precious. Then I remembered once I sat in front of the public library 7 months pregnant with twins and I had a private conversation with him. It was strange at the time (smile) but I kept talking to him. The bond was always strong. Always real, even before I officially met him.
Because I was raised in a foster home (my paternal grandmother) I never really knew my genetic history. I had heard some things but nothing solid. There were whisperes about Muscular Dystrophy. When the Doctor handed Bounce to me I looked at his legs, his arms, his hands and into his big puppy dog eyes. He was perfect.
By the time he was about 4, I enrolled him and his twin sister in swimming classes. I began to really notice, he was dragging a bit while climbing out of the pool. I dismissed it.
By the time my son turned 12 he was in a wheelchair. I prayed and prayed that he only had a milder form of what I had read about. He wasn't spared.
He adapted to things. It seemed easy for him, as if he was conquering it. He was ignoring it and he excelled in school. Had a myriad of friends. Had crushes. Rebelled a few times in class. Was sent to the Principals office. Sneaked into an x rated movie. Was at times the class clown. A straight A student, in The National Honor Society, Who's Who In American High School Students, Golden Laureal Recipient. Attended The University Of Illinois. In the CAP Scholars Honors Program. Lived in a dorm. Was a volunteer at Mary Bryant Home for the Blind, Shopped with his friends. Went to numerous WWE events. Said someday he'd be their Attorney. He was a huge Chicago Bears fan.He loved. He laughed and he lived.
Suddenly...out of nowhere he began coughing. He began to feel hot and weak. Two weeks later he was gone.
We loved him and adored him, admired him. He taught us so much. He conquered so much. He left behind a twin sister Delinvia-she is devastated. A brother Mikey, who still has not openly grieved. A brother Nicholas who is striving every day to be like his lost brother. A sister Nieavia who still can't attend family functions without breaking down. A Niece(Bryanna Lee) whom has his middle name.
And a mom who is still picking up the pieces.
"I'm not a boy...I'm a Bounce." My son age 5.
After my Bouncey passed on, I decided to build a memorial for him. I uploaded a few pictures, but I was stuck. I couldn't write anything about my son. It somehow felt as though I was dismissing him. It felt like I was giving him away. Grief is so hard. I miss him so much still.
I met two people on find a grave who wanted to know more about him. Cindy kindly asked me to do this. I thank her for a huge part of helping me to be strong. I love you girl. Thank you to EACH and EVERYONE of you for helping me get through this difficult time.
Thank you Compassionate Heart (Cindy) P. David Eastburn and everyone who gave tokens and words of love for literally holding my hand across this wonderful findagrave site. I did it, I finally wrote about Bounce. I love you guys.
My son was born April 9, 1989. The minute I saw him, I thought awww, he's so sweet, so precious. Then I remembered once I sat in front of the public library 7 months pregnant with twins and I had a private conversation with him. It was strange at the time (smile) but I kept talking to him. The bond was always strong. Always real, even before I officially met him.
Because I was raised in a foster home (my paternal grandmother) I never really knew my genetic history. I had heard some things but nothing solid. There were whisperes about Muscular Dystrophy. When the Doctor handed Bounce to me I looked at his legs, his arms, his hands and into his big puppy dog eyes. He was perfect.
By the time he was about 4, I enrolled him and his twin sister in swimming classes. I began to really notice, he was dragging a bit while climbing out of the pool. I dismissed it.
By the time my son turned 12 he was in a wheelchair. I prayed and prayed that he only had a milder form of what I had read about. He wasn't spared.
He adapted to things. It seemed easy for him, as if he was conquering it. He was ignoring it and he excelled in school. Had a myriad of friends. Had crushes. Rebelled a few times in class. Was sent to the Principals office. Sneaked into an x rated movie. Was at times the class clown. A straight A student, in The National Honor Society, Who's Who In American High School Students, Golden Laureal Recipient. Attended The University Of Illinois. In the CAP Scholars Honors Program. Lived in a dorm. Was a volunteer at Mary Bryant Home for the Blind, Shopped with his friends. Went to numerous WWE events. Said someday he'd be their Attorney. He was a huge Chicago Bears fan.He loved. He laughed and he lived.
Suddenly...out of nowhere he began coughing. He began to feel hot and weak. Two weeks later he was gone.
We loved him and adored him, admired him. He taught us so much. He conquered so much. He left behind a twin sister Delinvia-she is devastated. A brother Mikey, who still has not openly grieved. A brother Nicholas who is striving every day to be like his lost brother. A sister Nieavia who still can't attend family functions without breaking down. A Niece(Bryanna Lee) whom has his middle name.
And a mom who is still picking up the pieces.
"I'm not a boy...I'm a Bounce." My son age 5.
After my Bouncey passed on, I decided to build a memorial for him. I uploaded a few pictures, but I was stuck. I couldn't write anything about my son. It somehow felt as though I was dismissing him. It felt like I was giving him away. Grief is so hard. I miss him so much still.
I met two people on find a grave who wanted to know more about him. Cindy kindly asked me to do this. I thank her for a huge part of helping me to be strong. I love you girl. Thank you to EACH and EVERYONE of you for helping me get through this difficult time.
Thank you Compassionate Heart (Cindy) P. David Eastburn and everyone who gave tokens and words of love for literally holding my hand across this wonderful findagrave site. I did it, I finally wrote about Bounce. I love you guys.
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