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SAM'S PAGE
Probably the most stressful and anxiety-provoking act in human existence is the separation of a parent from their child. When a parent dies, you lose your past . . . . when a child dies, you lose your future.
He was so smart, a great technician, and a wonderful son. Sam was fun to be around, funny and always had a big smile. He had a heart as big as the ocean, and a friend to everyone he came in contact with. Stubborn as a mule, but a heart of gold. Sam had a passion for dancing and would stay out all night dancing at his favorite clubs. We lost Sam the afternoon of March 15 2008. A lot of hearts were broken that day. I can truly say that life will never be the same. He will never be forgotten.
Always remember this my son,
I would rather hurt today as I do, than to have never had you in my life. I miss and love you so much son that it is hard for me to go on. You were my life and I no longer have you here with me. You will always be in my heart forever. No one can ever take that away from me. May God Bless You Son. I'll be with you in Heaven someday.
A POEM FOR SAM
If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
We would walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why
You were my son, you were my friend
I don't understand how it came to this end.
Our thoughts leave us empty and feeling alone,
we can't understand God, why you've taken him home.
Our hearts still ache in sadness,
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you,
No one can ever know
Since you'll never be forgotten
We pledge to you today
A special place within our hearts
Is where you'll always stay.
Dad
“Lucky Star”
by Christian E. Montgomery
Dedicated to Samuel James Hutchinson IV
November 22, 1983 – March 15, 2008
He is loved and will be greatly missed.
I will drive my car too fast, and dance late into every night,
For the boy of my dreams, my lucky star, because in my heart it’s right.
My ‘Sexy Mechanic Valentine,’ I asked him once to be,
I sent him text message secrets, “I think your hott,” and “Come with me.”
Sam shotty-shots are equal to about one normal shot times two.
Wild Turkey in a dixie cup; his vice – and here’s one for you.
He loved to dance, and we were crazy, long into the night.
The world slips away and leaves him and I, alone – no end in sight.
“Go low,” he’d say, and I would laugh and smirk when I saw them stare,
Because I knew he held me tight and if I told him, he wouldn’t care.
We went there to hang out, drink, dance, and have all the fun;
Moments were like hours; as we ignite a spark in the morning sun.
Breakfast for dinner before we slept and oh the time, how it flew
Eyes getting heavy, wishing not to go home, I feel like he knew.
He would tell me I’m comfy and he liked how I felt,
Lie next to me now and I would completely melt.
Determined to live in his twenty-four years
My lucky star I called him, as he shifted gears.
Lucky because he lived through all, even when the chances were slim;
Through fire, water, wind, and earth, but why now God? Why him?
Now as lie here and remember all the good times we spent,
I recall words unspoken that I pray still, can be sent.
I long to go back, and I wait for the day
I can say that I love him and that I wished he would stay.
Until then I live in his memory, and rejoice in his songs,
I will climb mountains for him, and in my heart bring him along.
Sam rests in the sky now, safe among angels in heaven above.
He will always be the one who got away.
My lucky star, my true love.
