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Our sweet Ty was born on April 3, 1992. He was born to very young and scared parents. I was 15 my husband just 20. We wanted him with everything we had and knew it was going to be a tough going. We added his baby brother just two years later. We were whole. We had the two precious boys we wanted and continued to strive to give them everything we never had. We are broken now. We still have baby brother by the grace of God, but he called our first angel to be with him May 21, 2006, just a day before his 8th grade graduation. Ty, Aaron (baby bro), and a friend went wading across a sandbar at the lake near our home. The water was much deeper than the boys thought and the currents were swift and choppy. The boys were carried off the sandbar. When they realized what trouble they were in Ty tried to swim to a nearby fishing boat as he asked the friend to get his brother to shore. Ty did not make it. Aaron and the friend were picked up by another boat. That is the story of Ty’s last day. His life was so much more. Ty was a wonderful baby, I knew it wouldn't last. He was precocious and inquisitive about everything as a toddler. He was bowlegged and had to wear a brace at night for 6 months when he was just 18 months old. It didn't stop him. Each morning he would crawl out of bed with the brace still strapped between his feet and crawl to the gate we had in his door. He would climb up the gate and stand there and scream til someone came to get him. Which was never long. He had lungs. He braved a hernia surgery just before he turned five. He walked hand in hand with the nurse into the operating room without his mommy or daddy. A quick look and wave were the last I saw before they brought him back to me. He was a brave little soul. He braved school and excelled even after being diagnosed ADHD. He worked hard with medication to learn how to cope and deal with his problems. We helped him to learn what food and drinks to avoid. We helped him learn to express himself properly when bored or agitated. He was off meds by third grade and still excelling at school. He was an avid reader and loved fantasy books. He was an A-B student and knew that he had to work at that. He was quick to make friends and keep those close to him. We moved across two states at the end of fourth grade. He adapted well. He still talked about his friends back "home" and would catch up with them each year when he visited his grandparents. In sixth grade, he met a boy that would be his best friend for the rest of his short life. Tylor and Josh were inseparable. I have said many times we shared custody of those boys. One weekend I had them; the next they had them. Even after we moved a couple towns away they were still that close. Josh knows just as many of the kids here that Ty did and he doesn't go to school here. Eighth grade was Ty's crowing glory. We moved to a new town and school. He joined athletics and took up trumpet again. He loved all of his friends and was not discriminate on who those friends were. He was the buffer between kids that did not get along. He was not a joiner but he still lived by some of the same codes as some of the groups at school. They have a Bully Buster program. Ty was not a member, but I am told that he was the first to tell another to stop picking on the smaller and less fortunate. Ty was not an athletic kid when he took up football but he gave it his best. He could not stand running over the other kids. The only bad thing the coach had to say was "He needs to be more aggressive." I don't know if that is a good thing or bad. He skipped basketball, even though he was 6' tall. He took up track though. He excelled beyond any imagination that I could think of. He was excited and determined to do the best and better. He won many medals and ribbons. He continued to beat the other kids in his class and get better. His life at home was the best and worse of him. He loved his brother, but he thought we had him as a plaything for him. He was a typical older brother. He beat up on his little brother, got him in trouble, and took care of him as if he were his own. Aaron has been lost these last months without that. Ty hated authority but had a deep-rooted respect for our rules. He wanted to be his own person but wanted to please us also. He would buck us at every opportunity, but when he was at a friend's house he was always on his best behavior. I received many compliments on him and would always ask why not at home? It was a boy thing. He was definitely all boy. He was not a perfect kid and I didn't want him to be. We always told him our job is to make you a good man not a perfect kid. Anybody could be a perfect kid, but it takes a strong will and a good heart and foundation to be a good man. He was almost there. He was on his way and had dreams galore. I wish he would have been able to realize those dreams. I wonder all the time what he would be like today. Would he be 6'4" like the doctors said? Would he be setting school records with those long legs? Would he be first chair on trumpet? Would he have the girl he wanted the day he died? Would he go to UT as he dreamed? Would he carry on the tradition and name his children after family? Would he do all the things he dreamed of? Or did he do enough to satisfy himself while he was here? I know he knew we loved him. We told him all the time. I know he knew we were proud of him. We told him all the time. I am happy with how we raised him. I wish some things were different, but those things made him what he was and I am okay with that. I don't like it but I am okay. I learned a lot about my son in the days after his death. He was loved by many. The kids he touched hurt deeply. We had over 300 children at the funeral. They all had wonderful things to say about the child that drove me crazy. Tylor and I could fight. We are very much alike. We miss him everyday and wish we could have one more moment....but we know that wouldn't be enough either. In loving memory to "Boy Wonder" Tylor Eugene Heath April 3, 1992-May 21, 2006
"To where you are" by Josh Groban --------------------------------- Who can say for certain Maybe you’re still here I feel you all around me Your memories so clear Deep in the stillness I can hear you speak You’re still an inspiration Can it be? That you are mine Forever love And you are watching over me from up above Fly me up to where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile to know you’re there A breath away’s not far To where you are Are you gently sleeping Here inside my dream And isn’t faith believing All power can’t be seen As my heart holds you Just one beat away I cherish all you gave me everyday ’cause you are mine Forever love Watching me from up above And I believe That angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave Fly me up To where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile To know you’re there A breath away’s not far To where you are I know you’re there A breath away’s not far To where you are --------------------------
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