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Matt, Amy, and Seth Hamel |
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I know that this page has a different type of feeling than the rest of my website, but I feel that I need to just say a little bit about these people who touched my life. Amy was my boyfriend's sister, Matt was her husband, and Seth was their seventeen month old son who were all killed over labor day weekend, 1999, in a car accident. The person who hit them initially and caused them to cross the grass median where they hit head on with an oncoming vehicle at 70mph, was never found. Being with my boyfriend and his family in the hospital with Seth and dealing with the death of all three of them at once was the hardest thing that I have ever gone through in my entire life. I have gone through so many different emotions and I am still experiencing them to this day. I miss them all very much. So much in fact that it is hard to accurately describe.
Matt and Amy were such caring people. They made me feel like I was their family. They just had a way about themselves. Amy was quiet, but when she had something to say you knew that it was definitely worth hearing. Matt, in his childlike way, was always saying jokes that would make everyone smile. They were dedicated Christians who always followed the path that God was leading them through never questioning his ways. Matt, a Baptist minister, and Amy, a teacher, raised a loving and caring little boy. Seth had Amy's calmness and Matt's sense of humor. Little Boy Blue, as the family sometimes called him, was a joy to watch and so much fun to play with.
This young family left this world much too soon, but the one thing that gives me some sense of contentment is knowing that they are all together in heaven looking down on us with all of the other angels. We all miss you very much. |
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The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning --Ivy Baker Priest-- |
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May you always walk in sunshine and God's love around you flow, For the happiness you gave us, no one will ever know. It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone. Apart of us went with you the day God called you home. A million times we've needed you, a million times we've cried. If love could only have saved you, you never would have died. --Author Unknown-- |
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I'll lend you for a little while, a child of mine" God said, "for you to love the while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be two or three short years, or twenty-two or three, but will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief, you'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teacher's true, and from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love? Nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again?
God fancied he heard the parent's say "Dear Lord, thy will be done. for all the joy the child shall bring, the risk of grief I'll run."
I'll shelter him with tenderness, I'll lover him while I may, and for the happiness I've known forever grateful I'll stay.
But should the angels call for him, much sooner than I planned, I'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
--Author Unknown-- |
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When Seth gives you that smile just like Matt, it makes your heart want to melt. |
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After a day of swimming, Seth's rosy red cheeks look soooooo cute! |
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A picture of Seth when he was younger. |
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Seth looking like the angel that he is. |
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Perhaps they are not stars, but openings in the heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. --Author Unkown-- |
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