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If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replying:
"Because it was he; because it was me.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe

I made this page oh so long ago, (even though it still seems like just yesterday), to honor a man that has left this world before his time. His name was Shane, and I loved him. His memory lives on in those fortunate enough to have known him, and it is bittersweet to those who loved him. If this helps someone, it is worth the pain of remembering my love for this man, what he had to offer this world, and how it is a darker place now that he is no longer here.

Suicide is an epidemic that is taking too many of our loved ones away.

Living with Suicide

Pictures of Shane

The Poem Shane Wrote

Poems of loss

This eternal flame is lit in remembrance of Shane.



Every new beginning, comes from some other beginnings End.