tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10358118692758181942024-03-05T15:11:03.746-05:00Benjamin McKay OrtonApril 4, 2002 - May 29, 2010Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.comBlogger390125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-19952884561174176062012-08-28T22:24:00.001-04:002012-08-28T22:24:10.221-04:00BROTHERS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was a treat to visit you today. Your brother has only been to see you once before, but I didn't take him out of the car. This time I did and he seemed to love being near you, he was all smiles. I love that your grave is such a happy and cheery place. I'm grateful that your Mimi and Grampy care enough to take such great care of it. How lucky are we? </span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After coming home from visiting you GUESS what I saw? Your lilies have opened and they are SO beautiful. Just like you. I look forward to this day every July. I love how they make me smile from ear to ear. I love smelling them as I walk by. I'm grateful for the them because they remind me of YOU!</span></div>
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-39648269667388866822012-06-13T11:52:00.001-04:002012-06-13T12:02:53.934-04:00UNKNOWN VISITOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm grateful for a mother who takes such good care of Ben's little home. I'm grateful for my dad who was so thoughtful in searching for the perfect friend to watch over him. Today my mother was down visiting Ben in the rain...planting beautiful flowers to make his site cheery. As she was planting in the rain, a cute little old irish man (as he was walking by) told my mother that he says hello to Benjamin everyday on his walk. What a sweet gesture. Even though this man is a stranger to me, it made my heart smile knowing that he cares enough to say hello...to my son.</span></div>
<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-89688111108085241822012-06-05T12:09:00.001-04:002012-06-05T12:09:24.996-04:002 YEARS<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> I meant to post last Tuesday on Ben's anniversary but I was busy picking up our newest </span>(almost) <span style="font-size: large;">addition to our family who came and stayed for the week. It was a great distraction from an otherwise sad reminder.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I thought a lot about that weekend 2 years ago...thinking about the last few days that I had with him. One of the memories that sticks out most happened the Sunday before he passed away. I was talking with my good friend Becky B. who was like Ben's second mother. She ALWAYS took him for Memorial Weekend so that I could take my kids camping - it was tradition. So...that year (the week before) we were talking about it at church. It was then that I had a strong feeling that I should stay with Ben. I didn't know why and I felt badly because when I told Becky B. that I wanted to keep him that weekend I could tell she was sad. And at the same time I was feeling guilty because I know my children would be sad not to go camping. But I followed the feeling that I had and I made plans to spend the weekend with my sister instead. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How grateful I am for the tender mercy that Heavenly Father showed me by prompting me to stay with Ben. I can't even imagine how I would have felt had I not been present. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How grateful I am for those last few days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It truly was a gift.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-47113860230591902112012-05-13T22:50:00.002-04:002012-05-13T22:50:52.886-04:00HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ME!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I love celebrating mother's day because I love being YOUR mother. This year has been a little more difficult as I am trying to recover from surgery that I had a few days ago, so mostly I've been laying low. But that hasn't stopped the celebrating in my heart. I've thought so much about you Ben, just like I do every day. And because I couldn't physically be down at your grave, my parents came to the rescue. My mom received this red rose at church today in honor of mother's day but felt like YOU deserved it and so she left it with you. How SWEET! :) I love thoughtful gestures like that. It makes my world go round.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love being a mother. I love being YOUR mother. How grateful I am for 8 wonderful years of taking care of you, of nurturing you and smothering you with love. Thank you for allowing me that sacred privilege, Ben. </span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-30014167172125737032012-05-02T17:38:00.002-04:002012-05-02T17:39:48.345-04:00MY HEART IS FULL...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Today I got THIS surprise email in my inbox:</span></div>
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This afternoon mom and I went to Ben's grave and put a special marker on it. Hope you like it. It is made of a cement composite and weighs over 100 lbs. I made a cement base for it and still have to spray it with a water sealant to protect it from the elements over time. </div>
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I got the idea while driving by this place in Westborough that sells things like this and ordered it out of a catalog. It is a birthday gift for you and Steve. Mom thinks it is smiling and being happy and I think it is crying and being sad. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am so grateful for loving and thoughtful parents. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My heart is smiling. My eyes are leaking. My soul is joyful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today Brady becomes an official member of our family Ben...thank you for sending him to us. Thank you for knowing how healing he would be for our family. Wish you could still be here with us, but we know that we'll be together again someday. I love you with every fiber of my being and I am so grateful for you and your GIANT spirit that we continue to feel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Below is a quote from April's General Conference. I really loved that a whole talk was devoted to the parent's of special needs children. It seems fitting as this year seems to be especially hard, knowing so many children that have passed on or are close. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My thoughts are wrapped around <a href="http://www.anewkindofperfect.blogspot.com/2012/04/its-tough-to-type-this-update.html">Emily</a> as she is getting ready to leave this earth. We met Emily years ago and her mom and I have been great friends since. They have a tender road ahead but I know that her mom will walk it with such amazing grace. We love you Sara and your sweet Emily!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We celebrated in many ways today...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">miss you Benny.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Missing them and YOU a whole lot tonight...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today I attended your sweet friend Caleb's funeral. It was tender, hard, and so, so beautiful. It brought back a lot of memories from almost two years ago...ones that felt so raw all over again. But I am so grateful to have known this little boy, to have felt his strong spirit and to have had a small part in his HUGE life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love you Caleb Joseph Moody.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Best friends on earth...and now in Heaven. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ever since your departure from this earth, I have been trying really hard to "<i>Let the Spirit Guide</i>" in my life. It was my new years resolution for 2011. So many blessings have come because of this choice that I have made. Brady is a perfect example of that choice. He has blessed our family in ways that I never would have imagined. And now again our lives are about to change...and only because I have chosen to follow the promptings of the Spirit. We are excited and ready. I know that this is right for our family Ben, and I know that you are close by...cheering us on.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-20601803866895898552011-12-22T13:26:00.002-05:002011-12-22T13:28:00.547-05:00THE BOYS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It made my heart smile.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-32227614170080102072011-12-01T22:04:00.004-05:002011-12-02T07:57:47.407-05:00IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSTi9TPVlHXKbeAP3G8T2uVHceT9hkgMtCj7Xyiq6GeLjg27NtFKEnqLehnPhku8LR3jx9-sMRmUPO_JM7RKnVnJ9Qswrxx5oQH1ALYQ1jjk712tu51Plx2tSGdTzG09TIx6Z3NY_D_I/s1600/11439_1298293178563_1267403192_30892414_6295277_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSTi9TPVlHXKbeAP3G8T2uVHceT9hkgMtCj7Xyiq6GeLjg27NtFKEnqLehnPhku8LR3jx9-sMRmUPO_JM7RKnVnJ9Qswrxx5oQH1ALYQ1jjk712tu51Plx2tSGdTzG09TIx6Z3NY_D_I/s640/11439_1298293178563_1267403192_30892414_6295277_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today is December 1st. I've thought about you lots today. I'm having a harder time again, now that Christmas is nearing. Sunday is our annual Make-A-Wish party and it's so painful not having you with us. I love you Benny! I miss your cute, skinny legs in these striped pajamas, and your LONG eyelashes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">xo</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-29073901968620909102011-11-29T10:15:00.011-05:002011-11-30T10:24:45.605-05:00NOVEMBER 29, 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrn87DVrclRJJ9dlupYJFnUoWe6nt1MxVHglX72Tk7hi6fGlDcULgft6UioJ8gTY_p4rpadbLNh_MJEoIPRaNwkzECeRVCrpsw0weuht5aJ3VwiseINfZ1ZVO2pqw-fZYt5H3VPbFvo9A/s1600/Ben+and+mom%2527s+hands+May+29%252C+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrn87DVrclRJJ9dlupYJFnUoWe6nt1MxVHglX72Tk7hi6fGlDcULgft6UioJ8gTY_p4rpadbLNh_MJEoIPRaNwkzECeRVCrpsw0weuht5aJ3VwiseINfZ1ZVO2pqw-fZYt5H3VPbFvo9A/s640/Ben+and+mom%2527s+hands+May+29%252C+2010.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(this picture was taken May 29, 2010)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today marks 18 months since you left this earth.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My heart still aches for you Ben.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-42464507682425933202011-11-13T20:30:00.000-05:002011-11-13T20:30:54.607-05:00BRADY...MEET BEN.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibb9VufimnLP_UdN2pf6kbtpgCElKAZxBhFkwEpSO-fR_XdgHPlhqXHAFNjf4UmkIl6250EVdVUvgAN7nMsg1uca86rs-zkQBYndexLL9ASEiYrzAQwZ5O-ieShLTRpJu6P6qftwd794E/s1600/DSCN1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibb9VufimnLP_UdN2pf6kbtpgCElKAZxBhFkwEpSO-fR_XdgHPlhqXHAFNjf4UmkIl6250EVdVUvgAN7nMsg1uca86rs-zkQBYndexLL9ASEiYrzAQwZ5O-ieShLTRpJu6P6qftwd794E/s640/DSCN1331.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, so I know they've already met (in heaven) ...but he's never been to his grave. So on our trip home from Utah we stopped briefly. I didn't stay long because it was cold and I was tired. I just wanted Brady to meet Ben...again.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-35864331830418414052011-10-26T23:15:00.000-04:002011-10-26T23:15:14.038-04:00ANOTHER DREAM...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">About a month ago I had a really great dream about you Ben. I was in some strange (and really big fancy house) with a lot of other mom's and their babies. (Brady and the kids were with me) I remember at one point I was panicky because all of a sudden you weren't with me, so I asked the kids where you were and they didn't know. I ran around this unfamiliar house looking for you because I knew that you should not be alone in case you needed suctioning or other kinds of help. I entered this room full of car seats and there you were, sitting in your car seat waiting for me. And I remember your suction machine was turned on and running next to you because I immediately worried about the battery draining - so I turned it off. I scooped you right up, just like I used to do, and told you how much I missed you! That's when you looked right into my eyes with the cutest smile EVER and said, <i><b>"I ate lettuce"</b></i>. I remember being completely shocked that you had just spoken to me. And at the same time I was laughing and in my cutesy voice said to you, <i><b>"BEN! Who fed you lettuce?"</b></i> You never answered but I wasn't too concerned because my next thought was to hurry and find the other kids so that I could tell them what happened. I finally found them and told them, <b><i>"You've GOT to hear this, Ben talked."</i></b> At which point I said, <b style="font-style: italic;">"Come on Ben...show them how you can talk!" </b>That's when he turned and looked right into Kaleb's eyes and said, <b><i>"I love you Bubby!"</i></b> and then turned to the rest of us and said, <b><i>"I ate lettuce!"</i></b> And we all laughed. (and then I woke up) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This dream came at a time when I think Kaleb really needed it. He's had a hard couple of months. I feel like it was Ben's way of communicating through me, the love that he has for his brother. I shared this with Kaleb and by the end we were both teary. As for the lettuce part? It still makes me laugh. I have no idea what the meaning of THAT was, but this I do know...that Ben's love for his brother is REAL and so powerful.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-36851181236116836002011-10-08T16:41:00.001-04:002011-10-08T17:42:47.244-04:00KING NOAH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's amazing how you can fall in love with a little boy that you've never met...that's how I feel about Noah. Ben brought me into the "<a href="http://lisajking.blogspot.com/"><b>King's world</b></a>" soon after he passed away. Lisa and I became instant friends. We even found we had SO much in common. It's a good thing we live on different sides of the world because I fear we would be trouble together. :) Noah became sick a week ago. His little body finally gave out and he returned home to his Heavenly Father. My heart has been so heavy this morning knowing that my dear friend is feeling the same pain that I felt over a year ago. It brings my heart some comfort knowing that Ben was there to welcome him home. We love you Lisa. We love your amazing family. We pray for Heavenly Father's loving arms to surround you during this most difficult time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnmA_8B8n00c-K1Lzg6L-hs6qqau_iyVMCJ18dgRi8h5DZ0nWP02PeFoWJYBQ09J9BaIlcI8yGe5AAqFlbxxCjXKXoj6wIXEOOoGcEMCHsXQTTm03jrAkZnRJgLZgcy_6siD2Jp8YLow/s1600/Lisa+and+King+Noah+October+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnmA_8B8n00c-K1Lzg6L-hs6qqau_iyVMCJ18dgRi8h5DZ0nWP02PeFoWJYBQ09J9BaIlcI8yGe5AAqFlbxxCjXKXoj6wIXEOOoGcEMCHsXQTTm03jrAkZnRJgLZgcy_6siD2Jp8YLow/s640/Lisa+and+King+Noah+October+2011.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EblPZDGMp8WrFZrCwj58q2ML03deWiCD26uaqdDtGp0Avs-tgC_TaldX7B8XwWD4CeWLeVfyGQg4s8vONI3V6YfM9mH25hjiLX1xQo4sppf9pK4PXpEBZEj7ZRSXBftHXTK4JvsFmqk/s1600/benkisses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8EblPZDGMp8WrFZrCwj58q2ML03deWiCD26uaqdDtGp0Avs-tgC_TaldX7B8XwWD4CeWLeVfyGQg4s8vONI3V6YfM9mH25hjiLX1xQo4sppf9pK4PXpEBZEj7ZRSXBftHXTK4JvsFmqk/s640/benkisses.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4crU4f8fvBdEPEmHON8hiaK3hjLUgr8MjBqpVQ558nGpysNn5CJVexd8_IOFAhVjp6pxzUOnR1a5sWa6q-7ooNx8nUjFJQWI8Wu2OjKDonX_YN5HAAv_7EwBNz4_rF4vW8RJUvC-ZoIc/s1600/314025_10150484217999572_688399571_11136613_1168446422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4crU4f8fvBdEPEmHON8hiaK3hjLUgr8MjBqpVQ558nGpysNn5CJVexd8_IOFAhVjp6pxzUOnR1a5sWa6q-7ooNx8nUjFJQWI8Wu2OjKDonX_YN5HAAv_7EwBNz4_rF4vW8RJUvC-ZoIc/s640/314025_10150484217999572_688399571_11136613_1168446422_n.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTX-o6-lwqzpaE6gwAhSLdV2B6NcFmkVCj17EmJP7ZxNcu5fBSTTLO2b5yDUyYXPjw4L-_jIxqMqNYYvpYED5_ufrxaaAvw1hLaoJiHoi3Ohz9sH_Hrhq1VS0B8XaU9PU1qnsS5TgKLmw/s1600/beckykissingben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTX-o6-lwqzpaE6gwAhSLdV2B6NcFmkVCj17EmJP7ZxNcu5fBSTTLO2b5yDUyYXPjw4L-_jIxqMqNYYvpYED5_ufrxaaAvw1hLaoJiHoi3Ohz9sH_Hrhq1VS0B8XaU9PU1qnsS5TgKLmw/s640/beckykissingben.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjg5trPdxrx5A4o5tqsq0FBEbo6aFUbV49txmmeH_7uWc4rgrXG-tI41pTcfW4rLYUQS0mPCSX6_we6TAHuAcWCJ4LsDiHgqJ1ycAsYeGl1CWKwpRCj8siNu3h3Zfba6MzfPOANqZKzk8/s1600/noah+in+Ben%2527s+pj%2527s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjg5trPdxrx5A4o5tqsq0FBEbo6aFUbV49txmmeH_7uWc4rgrXG-tI41pTcfW4rLYUQS0mPCSX6_we6TAHuAcWCJ4LsDiHgqJ1ycAsYeGl1CWKwpRCj8siNu3h3Zfba6MzfPOANqZKzk8/s640/noah+in+Ben%2527s+pj%2527s.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Vx-OkaxJB-5m3-KYOefEBdHeBYcRnpRPBHTqRqg9m6XzWXaEwgVT7Ol0D79X-jdD1Mq5G-eGchFc_Hy4liojka1MQyf2zMhoA3loAashfkTzpLiNNBhlfZHT9kfr97Tl9XKAEBk5mzs/s1600/ben+in+pj%2527s.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Vx-OkaxJB-5m3-KYOefEBdHeBYcRnpRPBHTqRqg9m6XzWXaEwgVT7Ol0D79X-jdD1Mq5G-eGchFc_Hy4liojka1MQyf2zMhoA3loAashfkTzpLiNNBhlfZHT9kfr97Tl9XKAEBk5mzs/s640/ben+in+pj%2527s.JPG" width="370" /></a></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-32995255605067826472011-09-28T15:12:00.000-04:002011-09-28T15:12:48.013-04:00BRADY AND BEN'S BAG<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyX1QdpC1lChTsCXVSXnS1MyDxdcl8JlEiimpwJMKbEYOSsmTY_EPv1Ph9dsZvI5hopa_qu1B5uLXXtbaCIDHzmMBm9LN9-rpKAljOrgNrMDdUENXSv1AbOmoVL_bKFXsyS9909iuZJ8/s1600/DSCN0338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyX1QdpC1lChTsCXVSXnS1MyDxdcl8JlEiimpwJMKbEYOSsmTY_EPv1Ph9dsZvI5hopa_qu1B5uLXXtbaCIDHzmMBm9LN9-rpKAljOrgNrMDdUENXSv1AbOmoVL_bKFXsyS9909iuZJ8/s640/DSCN0338.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> It's a good fit.</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-14183093253557854482011-08-31T09:51:00.000-04:002011-08-31T09:51:47.324-04:00I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That YOUR hands were in this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_Mv6xYYxeJvuOo0RF9_BG7V1cG0_6_kt6P2RHIL_3vX3ATYxHFHhQrDEZbj149Ax78KJUWamZQHWFIaYumxaCaGdzZJHgcJCNGYxRxkonRbwJTu0BIISA1hBCqWzDSXPxucAodSteJg/s1600/Brady+sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_Mv6xYYxeJvuOo0RF9_BG7V1cG0_6_kt6P2RHIL_3vX3ATYxHFHhQrDEZbj149Ax78KJUWamZQHWFIaYumxaCaGdzZJHgcJCNGYxRxkonRbwJTu0BIISA1hBCqWzDSXPxucAodSteJg/s640/Brady+sleeping.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to our family Brady Steven Orton</div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-59366907192496954532011-08-21T17:49:00.001-04:002011-08-21T17:50:57.311-04:00VISITING YOU....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgP6qJj5FoZl8zl4YK2bJ8Up3Cax-d0txWdpGMae2IYYz4FH2Ja30VT7gmi7dfEwJrMUBqK5WajoLd788b1Fgg9bAD25CWjR5w4LaYjRtuXK-UGl53aWm2mDXBdCsz0EZgQRcGI1EIvo/s1600/visiting+Ben%2527s+grave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgP6qJj5FoZl8zl4YK2bJ8Up3Cax-d0txWdpGMae2IYYz4FH2Ja30VT7gmi7dfEwJrMUBqK5WajoLd788b1Fgg9bAD25CWjR5w4LaYjRtuXK-UGl53aWm2mDXBdCsz0EZgQRcGI1EIvo/s640/visiting+Ben%2527s+grave.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was in town Friday and snuck down to see you Ben. It was just me and you...all by ourselves. That doesn't happen very often. I talked to you, cried over you and even lay next to you for awhile. </span>(that is until an older man stopped in his truck, afraid that I had fainted or something because I wasn't moving)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> He moved on after he saw that I was okay...at least on the outside. I miss you Ben. I physically miss your being. I miss holding you, touching you, taking care of you. It still seems so surreal when I'm sitting at your grave, that this is my life now...without you in it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr48Siw-ts2-F3f72pdrBC8OVy8bJT261Xm-b9qvLRJcz7YiPoTaT2dgrzg4sV6pl4Wd8Y2t_PT6VEannFhiiDASmSzgTbJsWvuz0nJGeL3gQnA2ODc2ovBXskpOnndGRMqQeyhUgfIIE/s1600/Becky+visiting+Ben%2527s+grave+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr48Siw-ts2-F3f72pdrBC8OVy8bJT261Xm-b9qvLRJcz7YiPoTaT2dgrzg4sV6pl4Wd8Y2t_PT6VEannFhiiDASmSzgTbJsWvuz0nJGeL3gQnA2ODc2ovBXskpOnndGRMqQeyhUgfIIE/s640/Becky+visiting+Ben%2527s+grave+2011.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I LOVE you Ben!</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1035811869275818194.post-54260604542635519362011-07-27T21:44:00.001-04:002011-07-27T21:45:04.567-04:00FOR YOU BEN...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5YBwKfBVPkcsct2yRuTZpcp_pN4Yyma3OKH0ep2UXsyz5xvMHH8bWJPoRjeoNFUGmWSyWU1YnSieocJ2sr2dswHnCyPb2aIT_Ap7A_dBme3e0ncwOPibtTv1lmmZsxEJNYvMb_ntLdY/s1600/DSC00989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5YBwKfBVPkcsct2yRuTZpcp_pN4Yyma3OKH0ep2UXsyz5xvMHH8bWJPoRjeoNFUGmWSyWU1YnSieocJ2sr2dswHnCyPb2aIT_Ap7A_dBme3e0ncwOPibtTv1lmmZsxEJNYvMb_ntLdY/s640/DSC00989.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I MISS YOU!</span></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08292600488274565276noreply@blogger.com6