This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, MICHAEL ALLEN who was born in Georgia on August 26, 1988 and passed away on June 15, 2006 at the age of 17. We will remember him forever. 
 
I am so proud of Scott and always have been. I wish to share with you the joy that he brought to our lives and memories of his life with us.  I cherish every minute I had with Scott and every memory.  Please light a candle in his memory or leave a tribute or perhaps even a memory that you have of Scott. I would truly cherish anything that anyone would like to share with me about my son.

Scott was born Aug 26, 1988 and passed away on June 15, 2006.  Scott was to be a senior and graduate the following school year.  He was 2 credits short of graduating in 2006. He was so excited that he was going to be finished with high school.

Scott was so handsome. He was very slender and 6'2" tall.  I recall just a couple of weeks prior to his death, walking side by side in the mall with him. I looked to my side to where he was, and had to look straight up. I was in awe at how tall he had grown in such a short time. I often told him he should have been a basketball player. He would just say " naa...I like soccer".

Scott had light brown hair, and brown eyes.  Scott had the most beautiful smile. His laughter was contagious. When he laughed, you couldn't help but laugh too. He loved making people laugh.  Scott loved cologne and always had to "smell good".  Scott was well known for his preference in clothes.  He was the walking model for "Polo" brand clothing.  He was a very confident in his masculinity and didn't have a problem wearing pink.  As a matter of fact, he really liked wearing pink.  He had a white pair of Elvis Presley looking sunglasses that were so ugly, but he would wear them just to get a reaction from the girls. He was so funny!

Scott loved spending time with his friends.  His friends were his world.  He loved his family too, but he loved having a good time and hanging out with his friends.  I don't believe I ever saw him coming in the door without that cell phone attached to his ear. I often told him that I was going to have it surgically removed, if he didn't sit down and talk to me.
Scott loved getting together with the whole family at Christmas and Thanksgiving.  He loved picking on his cousins and brothers. He loved joking with them and aggravating them.  Anything to make them laugh.

Scott was very tender hearted, sweet, kind and loving.  He hated for someone's feeling to be hurt or for anyone to be in a bad mood.  Scott was very compassionate and giving.  He was also, very understanding.  He didn't have a problem bringing someone home to stay, that was having a hard time at home.  He wanted to help anyone that needed help. He would do anything for anybody.  Scott was very fast witted and would frequently leave his oldest brother, speechless, which was not an easy task.  He was very fun to be around.  He loved being the center of attention. He was however, very impatient. When he wanted something, he wanted it right then.  He would even settle for something else if they didn't have exactly what he wanted, just so that he could have something right then. He did have a bit of a temper and was such a procrastinator.  I would tell him to do his chores and he would tell me "next commercial" all the time. He would tell me this while watching something on HBO! 

Scott loved playing soccer.  He played for many years and was very good.  We had hoped he might even get a scholarship, but his knees just couldn't take the abuse that soccer will cause. He was so devastated when he could no longer play.  He really had hoped to join the military and go into being a Navy Seal, but with his knees, that was just not possible.  After having to go through Physical therapy, he thought that might be a route he could take. He thought of many different careers. he had not quite decided what he wanted to do.  We told him that he had plenty of time and that there was no rush.

Scott ejoyed playing video games, playing cards, working on his sound sytem for his truck.  For a while, he enjoyed paintball,  and bicycle racing. He liked listening to rap music. That used to drive us crazy, because he had quite the system in his truck.  You could hear him coming long before he was near.  I'm sure the neighbors appreciated it.  Scott loved to watch Futurama, family guy and nip tuck.  His after school ritual was watching drew carey and yes,dear while eating his milk and cookies.  Scott got me hooked on Harry Potter and everytime a new one came out, he and I would go see it together. It was our special time.

I wish that I could say that Scott kept a neat room, quite the contrary.  I was just beginning to teach him how to do his own laundry. He was not happy about that at all.  He was such a good kid.  Scott loved to eat. He was always telling me he was a fat kid. I couldn't understand him saying that, because he was nothing but skin and bones. He finally told me that he said that because he ate like he was fat. I never really got it, but...He dearly loved Taco bell soft taco's. That was his favorite. He loved Dr Pepper soda and those little white donuts. His favorite cereal was Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He liked honey buns. He also liked eating at El Maya Mexican restaurant. He dearly loved his ice cream too. I always had to have cherries and chocolate syrup for him to put on his ice cream.  He always had milk and cookies when he got home from school and at bedtime.  He loved it when I made sweet potato casserole for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  He also loved cheesecake with cherries. He just enjoyed eating so much, but you sure couldn't tell it, bless his heart.

Scott worked part time at Meatslangers.  He was very proud of himself, as were we.  He had keys to the restaurant and closed everynight. This was a lot of responsibilty for a 17 yr old. He took his job very seriously.  I learned a lot from Scott. I remember one time, being very angry with one of his brothers. I said something to Scott that I really shouldn't have, but out of aggravation and anger, out it came. Scott didn't say anything at the time.  Well, days later, his brother confronted me about what I had said. Needless to say, I was not expecting this at all.  I was upset with Scott for telling his brother what I said and asked him why he did such a thing. He told me " mom, you shouldn't have said it if you didn't want him to know that you said it".  He was right, and he also told me that if I didn't want him to tell his brothers anything, to not tell him.  He rarely said anything about anybody. Only when he was made very angry did he express his thoughts verbally. He was always very careful.  I respected him for this.

Many people do not know this, and I hope that he will not mind me sharing this, Scott sucked his left thumb from the time he was born until he was ten yrs old. He was very self conscious about this and would only do it in front of his family. He had a special blanket that had a satin trim. He called it his blankie. He called it his "nanie" before he could pronounce blankie.  He had a special corner on this blanket that he would use to rub his nose as he was sucking his thumb. It was the sweetest thing.  I recall him sitting next to me on the couch and he was doing his thing with his blankie and thumb. I looked down at him and he looked up at me with those big beautiful brown eyes, he took his special end and rubbed my nose the way he did his, and he said " see mommy, feels good, don't it"? He was the sweetest baby that anyone could ever have.  Scott stopped sucking his thumb and put away his blanket at the age of 10, when he got his first girlfriend.
more to come...








































We think of you in silence,
We often speak your name,
But all we have are memories,
And your picture in a frame.
Your resting place we visit,
And put flowers there with care,
But no one knows the heartache,
As we turn and leave you there. 










No words can ever explain Scott, how much we love and miss you.
You were my pride and joy, my heart and soul.
Always missed , and never forgotten.
Wherever I may go, whatever I may do.
You will be with me today, tomorrow and always, every minute of every day.













There is a place in every heart,
They call it Memory Lane,
Where thoughts of loved ones lost,
Forever will remain.
God made this special place,
When he first created man,
For he knew it would be needed,
As part of our life's plan.
He knew when loved ones left us,
We'd need some time to heal,
To come to terms with sorrow,
And the loneliness we'd feel.
So when you lose a loved one,
And your life is filled with pain,
The comfort of their presence,
Will be found in Memory Lane 















I SAID, "GOD, I HURT."
AND GOD SAID, "I KNOW."
I SAID, "GOD, I CRY ALOT."
AND GOD SAID, "THAT'S WHY I GAVE YOU TEARS."
I SAID, "LIFE IS HARD."
AND GOD SAID, "THAT'S WHY I GAVE YOU LOVED ONES."
I SAID, "BUT MY LOVED ONE DIED."
AND GOD SAID, "SO DID MINE."
I SAID, "IT'S SUCH AN UNBEARABLE LOSS."
AND GOD SAID, "I SAW MINE NAILED TO THE CROSS."
I SAID, "BUT YOUR SON LIVES."
AND GOD SAID, "SO DOES YOURS"
I SAID, "WHERE ARE THEY NOW?"
AND GOD SAID, "MY SON IS BY MY SIDE AND YOUR ANGEL IS IN MY ARMS....." 













 


A MILLION TIMES WE'VE NEEDED YOU,
A MILLION TIMES WE'VE CRIED.
IF LOVE ALONE COULD HAVE SAVED YOU,
YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED.
IF ALL THE WORLD WAS OURS TO GIVE,
WE WOULD, YES, AND MORE.
TO SEE YOU COMING THROUGH THE DOOR, 
TO HEAR YOUR VOICE ONCE MORE.
TO SEE YOUR PRECIOUS SMILE,
TO SIT AND TALK WITH YOU FOR AWHILE.
TO SEE YOU IN THE SAME OLD WAY,
IT WOULD BE OUR FONDEST DAY.
A HEART OF GOLD STOPPED BEATING,
TWO EYES ARE CLOSED IN REST.
GOD BROKE OUR HEARTS TO PROVE,
HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST! 








Time speeds on, one year has passed

Since death its gloom, its shadow cast

Within our home, where all seemed bright,

And took from us a shining light.

We miss that light, and ever will

His vacant place there is none can fill

Down here we mourn, but not in vain,

For up in Heaven we will meet again









A HEART ONCE WHOLE
A Heart Once Whole

A heart once whole, filled with joy,
That sang with gladness each new morn,
Is torn and bleeding, jagged wounds
Hiding pain behind a mask that's worn.

No one can see the terrible scars,
Shattered heart that can not sleep.
It's hidden well, silently screaming
Cradled in a pool of tears, so deep.

A mother's heart is strong and sturdy
To hold the love and pain it must bear.
But when it loses the child it loves
Ripped apart, it lies bleeding there.

How can a heart so hurt and broken,
Have the strength for carrying on?
How can it find the courage and will
With so much of it torn away and gone?

Questions, no answers. Broken hearts
Still beat. No reason for How or Why.
Will it mend? Will it ever feel joy?
Healing so slowly as time passes by.

Waiting and longing for THAT time
To see you, touch you once again!
One day at a time is all I can do.
Heaven is where broken hearts mend.

by Karen McCombs
copyrighted 



















HOW COULD WE HAVE KNOWN THAT DAY,
GOD WAS GOING TO CALL YOUR NAME.
IN LIFE WE LOVED YOU DEARLY,
IN DEATH WE DO THE SAME.
IT BROKE OUR HEARTS TO LOSE YOU,
BUT YOU DID NOT GO ALONE.
FOR PART OF US WENT WITH YOU,
THE DAY GOD CALLED YOU HOME.
YOU LEFT US PEACEFUL MEMORIES,
YOUR LOVE IS STILL OUR GUIDE.
AND THOUGH WE CANNOT SEE YOU,
YOU ARE ALWAYS AT OUR SIDE.
OUR FAMILY CHAIN IS BROKEN,
AND NOTHING SEEMS THE SAME.
BUT AS GOD CALL US ONE BY ONE,
THE CHAIN WILL LINK AGAIN. 





























My tribute to my Friends

My son died and I made a plan
To honor him throughout the land
With pen and paper I started to write
During the day and late at nite
What can I do to show my love
Then I was blessed from up above
To make a website just for my son
For everyone to see what he had done
He took his life early one day
And that is how I found this way
The pages,pictures ,poems and song
All fit together like they belong
I published this Website and now I'm through
It shows my love so deep and true
I talk to strangers and they visit the site
For some unknown reason they know it's right
I honestly think that God above
Has chosen me to spread his love
I think the site is a miracle for sure
People find help and a love so pure
They cry and weep when they get done
They are so happy they tell everyone
To all my friends I have found this way
You have brightened my sad day
Your letters and thoughts I can't believe
Are priceless to me I can't conceive
I feel we have bonded in a special way
When you visited my Website that day
In My heart and In my mind
All I can say is thanks your so kind
As I say thank you once again
We are special friends until the end
I thank you for you thoughts and prayers
One day soon I'll climb the stairs
And meet our maker God above
As he greets me with all his love
And one day your time will end
I'll be there to meet you my friend

Author: Robert Walters Sr. 

Thank you Precious Memorials!

YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH US SCOTT, NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE OR WHAT WE ARE DOING. WE ALL LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU MORE AND MORE EACH DAY.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN SWEETHEART!!!






WOUNDED HOLIDAYS


Young, they left our homes.
In a moment, long or quick,
they were gone.

Dewdrops turned into teardrops,
the shining sea too small
to hold our grief.

"Give us our children back," we pled
as we noticed their plateless places
at the table.

Regret made a river through our days,
tempering laughter,
pervading sudden silences.

Bodies they had through us, with us--
bodies housing minds and souls--
no longer.

The holiday season's return
makes throb now the wounds
we felt at their parting,

wounds which may heal
in time, we hope,
into strength--

but not yet, in this season
of snowflakes that sting and cookies
that somehow taste of vinegar.

"If only," goes our carol.
If only they could return to us--
but no.

If only
we could speak with them--
but no.

If only we could love them
so intensely that they could
feel our presence right now--

but yes, yes to this one,
a thousand yesses--
they can.

How can they not feel our love,
being core in core with us,
heart in heart?

We give love this season to them and
to each other as plundered parents
and wounded healers.

With love flowing, something in our lives--
a magnificent, mysterious Something--
guides us like a star. 























                                      












Scott, Kevin had this tattoo done in your honor and Nick P had one made just like it.




Shane had this one made in your honor Scott.




Kirsten had this made in your honor Scott

YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH US SCOTT, NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE OR WHAT WE ARE DOING. WE ALL LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU MORE AND MORE EACH DAY.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SWEETHEART! I LOVE YOU!




Thank you Darla!



Bereaved Parents Wish List


I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him back. 

I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child
lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was
important to you also. 

If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you
knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child and you have
allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both. 

Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't
shy away from me. I need you now more than ever. 

I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want
you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day. 

I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug. 

I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years
are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die. 

I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could nderstand
that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my child and I
will always grieve that he is gone. 

I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be
happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate
yourself.

I don't want to have a "Pity party", but I do wish you would let me
grieve. I must hurt before I can heal. 

I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is
miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you. 

When I say, "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I
don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily. 

I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very
normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky. 

Your advice to "take it one day at a time" is excellent advice.
However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time. 

Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone. 

I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my child died and I will never be that person again.

I wish very much that you could understand ~ understand my loss and my grief.
But....
I pray daily that you will never understand. 






















Scott, T sent you a text message on your cell phone wanting you to know that they were all thinking about you and missing you on Spring Break in Panama City. 2007