Kurtis Robert Cleaver

This website was created in the memory of our loved one,

Kurtis Robert Cleaver, who was born in Wilmington Ohio
on November 16, 1979 and went home to be with the Lord
on June 29, 2004 at the young age of 24.
We will remember him forever.   

         My son, My baby, I love you and miss you more than I can say. 

          Kurt was a high spirited child who grew into an easy going
          compassionate heart. Whatever Kurt did in life he did with
          everything in him. He dreamed big dreams, a disc golf park
          being his latest. I am still trying to finish that dream and
          dedicate it to him. He grasped life with enthusiam 
          --even when things went wrong, Kurt would bounce back.
         He never let anything get him down
         because he knew that if there was a will, there was a way.
         He always fought for what he believed
         and was the first person to help someone in need, friend
         or stranger. I was told that he was standing in line at a restaurant
         and saw a young girl crying at a table by herself and went 
         over and comforted her. By the time they left,
         she was smiling
         again.. That was Kurt. Kurt would make friends 
         wherever he went. I'm very proud of my son and
         truly blessed to have
         had him for 24 years. He loved with everything in
         him and never said the word hate. He taught me
         so much in his
         short life and in his death. He is missed by
         all he touched.
         I love you son, sleep with angels
         until I arrive.
 

                                     ON EAGLES WINGS

                              AND HE WILL RAISE YOU UP
                              ON EAGLE'S WINGS,
                              BEAR YOU ON
                              THE BREATH OF DAWN
                              MAKE YOU TO SHINE
                              LIKE THE SUN
                              AND HOLD YOU IN THE PALM
                              OF HIS HAND

         Kurt is my second son, blonde hair, blue eyes, full of mischievous.

         Kurt could  never sit still, always exploring  everything around him.
         He also had to overcome many obstacles in his short life, more
         than most people do in a lifetime.

         He would take one step forward and get set back two, but that

         never stopped him from taking that step forward again.
         than most people do in a lifetime.  
         He had more compassion and love for
         his fellow human than anybody I've met to date.
 

                Kurt loved sports and played all his life. From T-ball

                to football, baseball and disc golf. Kurt and his

                brother Ian played as often as they coud and Kurt
                got a hole in one at the Winton Woods disc golf

                course, hole 17.

                He loved this sport so much that he wanted

                people from his home town of Wilmington Ohio

                to enjoy it also. He started research on how to

                accomplish that task and finally wrote to Mr. Queen.

                Mr. Queen wrote back, but Kurt went home before

                he could respond back, so I am going to fulfill my son's

                dream of a disc golf park in Wilmington, Ohio.

                      His favorite place to eat was Chipotle and he
                      turned several people on to it. Kurt loved

                      spicy foods and never met a hot pepper he

                      couldn't eat. There is so much more to Kurt

                      and someday I'll be able to talk about it and

                      put it up here on his website.           
                      I miss hearing him come through the front

                      door and say, "Hey mom, what's crackin?"
                      He loved to joke around and loved to scare

                      me. He started that as a very young child.

                      I miss that so much. 
                      He is missed by everyone he touched.

                      I love you baby. I'll see you very soon.

                      Sleep with angels until I arrive. 

                 This memorial tattoo is on my daughter-in-law's

                 shoulder. It says "What's Crackin?" and the

                 date he went home.      
 

           Kurt's girlfriend and future wife. Poem below is for Kurt

          from Rebecca.

                               I love you without knowing 
                               how, or when, or from where.
                               I love you straight forwardly,
                               without complexities nor pride.
                               So I love you because I know
                               no other way than this. Where
                               "I" does not exist, nor "you".
                               So close that your hand on
                               my chest is my hand, so
                               close that your eyes close as I
                               fall asleep.....
                               And into paradise may the angels 
                               lead you....
                               All my love always,
                               Your Boo
                   
                        Thank you for loving my son Rebecca. 
                           I will always love you for that.

                       He had a nature you could not help loving

                       And a heart that was purer than gold;

                       And to those who knew him and loved him

                       His memory will never grow cold

                             Things I feel most deeply,

                             Are the hardest things to say,

                             My dearest son, I love you,

                             In a very special way.

                             If I could have one lifetime wish,

                             One dream that would come true,

                             I'd pray to God with all my heart,

                             For yesterday and you

                           In  Honor Of  Our Children

                          We come to honor our children
                          Who have died before their time
                          It matters not why they left us
                          Whether accident or design

                          We just know we miss them
                          Our hearts are no longer whole
                          As, Our babies left us
                          They took pieces of our souls

                          We can draw upon our memories
                          And, bring their face to mind
                          Thinking of our missing them
                          Do they miss us all in kind

                         So, light a candle for them
                         Say their name and dates out loud
                         Our voices will reach upward
                         As the flames shine through the clouds

                         Feel their presence near you
                         The moving air a sigh
                         They wait for us to join them
                         In the Heavens - beyond the sky

              STOP TELLING GOD

          HOW BIG YOUR STORM IS

          INSTEAD TELL THE STORM

           HOW BIG YOUR GOD IS

               My heart still aches in saddness, 
                   and secret tears still flow. 
               What it means to lose you, 
                   no one can ever know.

                                      ~ Farewell ~

                       No farewell words were spoken,
                       no time to say good-bye.
                       You were gone before we knew it,
                       and only God knows why.

                        A Prayer for Kurt
                       (Please do not copy)
          “Dear Lord, if you forgive me for all the
            little jokes
            I play on You, I’ll forgive you for the
            great big ones
            you play on me.” (Robert Frost)
            Lord, I know you have your ways,
            but taking Kurt home
            right now doesn’t make lots of sense
            to some of us. In
            fullness of life you sweep him away,
            leaving us with
            stunned memories of the years,
            days, hours, and
            minutes, we shared together . . .
            memories we hold
            tenderly in our hands now,
            along with feelings
            pulsating and pleading for him to
            come back to us for
            one last visit , one last word and
            touch before we
            send him on his way. 
            Perhaps you are thinking we need to
            be reminded of the
            fragile earthen vessels in which
            we carry our own
            hopes and dreams; of how we might
            more often reflect
            upon the silent wealth we have in those
            we love. Or of
            how the miracles in our lives will always
            need tending and attending. 
            But I know you have your ways.
            So now it’s time for us
            to thank you for giving us Kurt and to
            begin to accept
            the new presence he will have in our lives.
            We will learn, in time, different ways of
            feeling his touch. 
            Thinking this is not a good time for
            you to take Kurt,
            we still know it’s now time to be grateful
            to you for
            the Life he leaves behind in each of us . . . 
            It’s time to celebrate life,
            even as we cling to him
           during these confusing times of loss.
           So thank you Lord for Kurt and his legacy
           of love. We still wonder if there weren't a
           better way of getting our attention, but you 
            have your ways, don't you?            

                                        I MISS YOU BABY

                                         Heaven's Child

                                 I would not like for you to cry
                                 It's just a part of life to die
                                 I know you miss me and you're sad
                                 But dying isn't something bad.

                                 I'm only just beyond your sight
                                 I've gone with Angels to the light
                                 I send to all of you my love
                                 From Heaven's gardens up above.

                                 I like it here, I'm having fun
                                 And I am with The Holy One
                                 I am sitting on His knee
                                 With Jesus watching over me.

                                 So many souls I knew before
                                 Were waiting here at Heaven's Door
                                 To welcome me with open arms
                                 And keep me safe and make me warm.

 
                                 So when you think of me please smile
                                 For I will see you in a while
                                 Trust the Lord, don't ask Him why
                                 He wants me here to paint the sky

                                 With rainbows, clouds and shining lights
                                 To brighten days and warm your nights
                                 Remember what I said before
                                 Please don't cry for me any more.

                                 I am Heaven's Child, you see
                                 I play with Angels surrounding me
                                 I can fly with the speed of thought
                                 To be with you when you think I'm not

                                 So please remember I love you
                                 And I know you love me too
                                 And even now, while we're apart
                                 I'm still right here ... I'm in your heart.

                        THIS IS FROM YOUR NEICE, LILLIE FROG

                        HER MOMMY AND DADDY DON'T WANT

                        HER PICTURE UP HERE AND I RESPECT

                        THAT, SO THIS IS WHAT YOU GET BABY.

                        I KNOW YOU PLAY WITH HER, I SAW HER.

       THANK YOU SO MUCH BETTY, MOM TO ANGEL TOMMY CHILDRESS

                        I HAVE ALSO STARTED A WEB SITE FOR 
                        DANA REEVE  SUPERMAN'S WIFE. I 
                        SAW NO TRIBUTE TO HER AND 
                        IT BROKE MY HEART. SHE IS AN AWESOME, 
                        INSPIRING, 
                        STRONG WOMAN. PLEASE VISIT HER WEB 
                        SITE AND 
                        LIGHT A CANDLE FOR HER. 
                        THANK YOU SO MUCH

                       http://dana-reeve-1961.memory-of.com
 
 

   I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS TIME TO THANK A VERY
    SPECIAL WOMAN...TAMMY BASTIN, MOM TO ANGEL
    BRITTNEY SHOAP, BRITTNEY SPONSORED THIS   WEBSITE FOR MY ANGEL KURT.   TAMMY YOU ARE  AN   ANGEL ON EARTH. XXOO  THANK YOU SWEET ANGEL

  BRITTNEY.      
      PLEASE VISIT BRITTNEY'S WEBSITE AND LIGHT A
        CANDLE OR LEAVE A CONDOLENCE.

                 http://brittney-shoap.last-memory.com
                   

           THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STOPPING BY

           AND VISITING MY SON'S SITE. 

           MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL THE FAMILIES

           ON HERE. GOD HAS A PLAN FOR US ALL. GOD BLESS YOU

           AND YOURS. MAY THE NEW YEAR BRING PEACE, COMFORT

           AND SWEET MEMORIES OF YOUR ANGEL. MY SON AND I

           LOVE YOU ALL.

           XXOO SUSAN (KURT'S MOM) 

             Thank you so much Kellie @ precious memorial graphics.

 Thank you so much Rhonda, mom to Craig Sehon and wife to angel Joe

 Rhodes. Your angels are always in my heart and prayers. xxoo