11/6/02...The art is a close up of the Left eye of Einstein...once again, the detail is AMAZING in person. The photo is another taken August 26, 2000. That's Adam, Chris, Cousin Bill, and Cousin Kelly's son Bradley....Another VIVID memory! The afternoon of the night of the party, both boys came with us to help decorate the hall and learn the sound system Adam was to operate. Chris video taped the event. We gave a copy to my parents, but unfortunatly, I can't find our copy anywhere....I fear Chris may have taped over it..he did that a lot! Last night I was putting the dogs in their cage as we were going to vote. I was telling them we had to go do our civic duty...right after I said that I said, "Oh my God Adam, do you remember, that's how they identified him that morning...from his Civics book!"...you NEVER know where a memory will come from...good or bad. I had neglected my civic duty after Chris was killed...hadn't voted since 11/00. When he was alive, I rarely missed one. There was really only one election I was interested in knowing the results of...at this point, still don't. We voted at Grant Elementry school...Adam only attended Grant for a few years, then was accepted into the ACAT program. Chris attended from K-6...After we voted, I talked Adam into taking a walk through with me...again SO MANY memories. I was VERY involved with both boys schooling...but I have to admit, more so with Chris. There was only one teacher's name we recognized...good old Mr. Backiel! I guess he's become a Grant institution. After we voted, we went to the dollar store that opened last year in the Larry Foodland plaza...right next to Chris' loved Entertainment Tonight. We bought dog toys...but all I could think about was how much I bet Chris would have loved this store! Sounds silly, but it's true! Funeral Homes in the neighborhood of the Nursing Home I work at, often donate flowers. I've always thought it was such a wonderful thing! Yesterday several arrangements were delivered....They were all done up in Fall themes, cat tails, straw, and fall colored flowers..and my mind went racing back to Chris' wake...it was horrible!...You NEVER know where a memory will come from... good or bad. Fran Kempa - Wednesday, November 06, 2002 at 10:14:45 (MST) They say the two most important things you can give children are roots and wings. It's very easy to see after visiting this site almost from the beginning, Chris had, and has both....He truly was an earth angel called home early for a much greater plan! Thinking of the family at this difficult time of year. Mary Saia <Westland> - Tuesday, November 05, 2002 at 22:57:17 (MST) The other night we drove past the memorial and an old James Tayor song came on the radio, Fire and Rain. One fragment of the verse was... "the plans they made put an end to you" So true. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Tuesday, November 05, 2002 at 14:55:29 (MST) I remember working with Chris and how he always was happy. He was always telling about some new video game or new system that was about to come out. He would even bring in a magizine to work when he got bored. I did learn one more thing from Chris, and that is to live each day, through the good and the bad, no matter what happens. I appreciate each day more and more now. Because i know that I might not be here tomorrow, despite what i might think. Thank you chris Dan <dlatarski@aol.com> - Tuesday, November 05, 2002 at 12:57:03 (MST) Fran, Adam, and Adam: Chris's memory is kept alive on a regular basis. Just last weekend, Billy lead a confirmation retreat and his talk was about Chris. I think evry student that Bill comes in touch with "knows" Chris. They all talk about him and pray for him...regularly. Please know that his spirit is kept alive and prayers are being sent his way all the time. We will NOY let him be forgotten!! Love you all!! JoAnne <jgvpri@adelphia.net> - Tuesday, November 05, 2002 at 09:53:01 (MST) All of us will go to our graves with the belief that he never should have been taken from us so young. He never should've had to go with so many thing left undone and so much that still needed to be accomplished. I know that as this time of year roles around the memories are even more abundant. With the question WHY? in mind. It shouldn't be this way but please know that everyone still thinks of him. He didn't even know me and I think of him and your family everyday praying that things are becoming easier to cope with. I do know that nothing, in fact, could ever make this easier. But he is still remembered. No one can take that away. I've seen many Chris Kempa stickers on the bumpers of cars lately. More than ever! It makes me happy. He is still with us. Colleen Baidoon - Tuesday, November 05, 2002 at 08:43:15 (MST) 11/5/02...The art is the Einstein I asked Chris to do for me in mid October, 2000. I was worried that he had invested way too much time in computer animation and graphics and had neglected his drawing. I put it to him as kind of a challenge...show me you still have it type thing. He got to choose the picture, but I chose the medium...pencil on paper..his best! He chose Einstein and drew him on his bedroom floor...as you can see, the results DID NOT disappoint!...He knew he still had it and was very proud to prove it to his Mom! Adam inherits Edward...I inherit Einstein...I feel like I comissioned it! The photo was taken August 26, 2000 at my parents 50th Anniversary party. EVERYONE was SO impressed with both my boys!...And I was SO proud! Election day....Chris was still alive for the 2000 Presidential election, but did not live to see who became President. In the days following the election and leading up to his death, he would often rush into the kitchen while I had MSNBC or Fox News on....he'd briefly look at the TV and say, "Is that stuff STILL going on?"...then he was gone in a flash...literally. These last few days of writing here have made me realize what a turning point 11/20/00 SHOULD have been in Chris' life... NOT the tragic turn it took....He was on his way to deliver a letter to Cori, stating exactly how he felt, he was to start computer animation at the Career Center that VERY day...his speciality, he was to do his commercial presentation in Radio and TV, he was scheduled to work at Larry's that night and had Drivers Ed on Tues....And ALL of that was just STOPPED! I continue to FIRMLY believe, this should NEVER have happened..it was ALLOWED to happen. And I continue to state, I will take that belief to MY grave. Fran Kempa - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 22:45:22 (MST) Hey Chris, I drove by your house tonight, I hope I didn't freak out whoever was standing outside, it's just that I wanted to remember you again. It's one of my most favorite things to do. Somehow, when I remember you and all the cool stuff you used to do, I feel younger, happier, I feel stronger when I remember you. I can't stop thinking about how I get to spend forever with you and GOD in Heaven, and I won't stop praying that everyone else will too. It was by GOD's love that you were brought into my life, and by HIS love, who you were, left their mark in my life. I'm scared about going to college next fall, but I remember you being sort-of fearless about the future. You helped me remember that it's all in JESUS's hands, and I can't really change it, so why not adjust to it?. Chris, you're way to good to forget, and I hope that everyone just keeps remembering you and smiling and laughing at the joy that you brought into their lives. I love you and I'm praying for your family and friends. I miss you, but life is a breath, and soon enough I'll see you, so I'm just going keep remembering you and growing into the person you've helped me to be. good nite. Jen Gossett <guitarchick@msn.com> - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 21:06:05 (MST) I remember that week when chris and i thought of that commercial. it was going to be little lisa in a can, but lisa really didn't like that idea to well lol. but i still have EVERYTHING that chris and i did in that class, anything that had is hand writing i kept so that i have something to look at and remember the fun times chris and i had in Radio & TV. But as much as i didn't want to do the commercial, i did it more for chris then for myself...he was a BIG piece missing in the commercial. But i'm glad i did it. miss you kiddo. Katie B. - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 12:21:28 (MST) Once again, just want to say, the Memorial looks BEAUTIFUL! Chris must be proud! A Franklin Parent - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 10:09:09 (MST) Miss you always! Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 09:22:21 (MST) 11/4/02...The art is the same Lady Bowler as yesterday. The photo was taken on August 25, 2000. We were in Buffalo for my parents 50th Anniversary. The night before, we went to visit Grandma Kempa...the photo was taken at her house. Between 8/25 and 11/19/00, two more pictures would be taken with me and the boys..which I consider a small miracle. I am SO happy to have them! In this picture you can see...they looked SO much alike! When Adam graduated from Franklin in 1998, Chris started that fall. All of Adam's friends that remained as Sophomores and Juniors called Chris, a "miniature Adam!" Had he lived, I imagine they'd look even more alike now. Chris would have matched his height by now...or maybe even surpassed it!..I do wonder. We did the Memorial last night. When it came to the Indian corn, Adam asked if I wanted it secured with wire. I said no, let's just let the squirrels drag it away....Chris would like that! Contained in Sunday's paper was the Toys R Us big toy book. Chris LOVED that thing! AS he got older, his focus was on the video games...but he looked at it every year for years..including 2000. Katie's entry here made me remember one of the many last things Chris and I talked about. On Monday 11/20/00 Chris and a few others...Katie was one, were scheduled to present their commercial for their Radio and TV class. They had written it themselves and Chris had drawn the panels. The imaginary product was called, "Spray Away"...a spray that eliminated obnoxious people...if I recall correctly, Lisa Gibson played the part of the sprayee! I remember Chris telling me about it so vividly, LAUGHING as he talked! But as horror would have it, Chris never did present his part of the commercial. I believe someone told me Katie very bravely went on to do her part and did an excellent job....despite the fact that an intricate piece was missing. We still have the papers that contain the original Spray Away commercial...complete with Chris' little panel drawings. Fran Kempa - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 07:29:03 (MST) It's hard to believe that it will be two long years since our dear Chris has been gone. Although his physical body is gone, his spirit has never really left us. Look around your everyday life and I am sure that there is a part of Chris there. I think that all of us need to remember that so that even when we are old and grey and may have forgotten other friends that we have lost touch with, all we need to hear is an old song on the radio or see an old picture or just "feel" that things are just right for the time...and remember Chris until we meet with him again. Chris-YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!!!!!! A Friend - Monday, November 04, 2002 at 07:27:22 (MST) Thank you for your comments. This is a tough time of the year. Simple fall chores remind me of our everyday life before Chris was killed. It is a very hard time of the year. He is greatly missed... The truth will come out. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Sunday, November 03, 2002 at 18:35:35 (MST) i miss you, think about you, and pray for you every day chris.... please keep watching over me buddy.... Cousin Bill Bill USA - Sunday, November 03, 2002 at 17:46:29 (MST) As each day goes by this month i find it hard to get through everyday without breaking into tears. Each year makes me look back and see how much stronger chris and i friendship has gotten in the last 2 months of his life and i would always think how much stronger it would have gotten if he was still alive. Everybody tells me that him and i were just "school friends", yes i admit that, but it doesn't change the fact that even though i only saw chris in school, that i always charish the days that i spent talking and goofing around with him in school. I regret not getting the chance to spend time with him after school, but i don't regret ever saying that he was one of my best friends since the 7th grade. but i don't think it matters how long each person has known him, we ALL share the same amount of pain and greif for the lose of this wonderful young man. but it's another year where we all have to face the fact that this was a big turning point in our lives, something that we would never expect to happen....but it did. but we have to stay strong, with our heads held high and get through another year, we can and we will.....as i speak for myself and everybody that knew you, we miss and love you always, our dear beloved chris. Katie B. - Sunday, November 03, 2002 at 01:27:45 (MST) 11/3/02...the art is the drawing we've come to call LADY BOWLER. Chris drew this on the diningroom table over a long period of time. If you could see the dress detail in person, you'd not only understand why it took longer than usual, but wonder if maybe the detail was manufactured rather than hand drawn....I can honestly say, it was ALL done by hand....having seen it unfold before my EYES in various stages. The photo is another taken in mid August, 2000. Chris, and Casey's cousin Ginny on the beach. If you look closely to the left, you can see a handful of sand running through Chris' hand...frozen in time!...Just like Chris!....Chris and Ginny...Ginny was/is a VERY beautiful girl...the photo doesn't do her justice. She had been over to the house and swimming in the pool many times that summer..I kidded Chris...I said, "she looks like a Barbie doll!" But typical, loyal, faithful Chris ALWAYS said, "mom, Ginny is a beautiful girl, and I like her....but she's too young...I like Cori!"...Most tragicly and unfortunatly, what Chris had come to discover in the following months...He not only liked Cori...he LOVED her! He was carrying with him that horrible morning a homemade BIG card stating that love! He showed it to me Sun. night 11/19/00....just the cover, not the contents!... and it was still in his school bag 11/20/00 AFTER the police returned it to the house. Days later, I gave it to Cori myself...I believed she had to have it,...she had to know. And to this day, I believe she and I are happy I did!! Fran kempa - Saturday, November 02, 2002 at 22:32:35 (MST) 11/02/02...Weird looking date, when I saw it written at work today, it reminded me of 11/20/00...too many 2's... too many 0's..and I was extra careful with everything I did today. Same awesome Edward as yesterday...this photo does him NO justice...He HAS to be viewed in person to be appreciated. The photo is one of many taken in mid August 2000. Chris was duck walking on the beach while at Casey's cottage. I never knew these photos existed until the candle light vigil, Nov. 20th 2001. Casey's Mom Beth sent several photos to me that night via Casey...and I was SO thankful! She not only sent me the photos, she labeled each one on the back with a yellow stickie note. On the back of this one it reads, "Lake Superior Pictured Rocks National Shoreline 8/00."....Three months and ten days to live...but NOONE knew! I am SO THANKFUL to have ALL these pictures that captured him as he was JUST before he was killed....and as a result, ALWAYS will be! It dawned on me today, while I no longer decorate the house for holidays, I do decorate the Memorial. And that is fitting because of the four of us, Chris appreciated all the decorations the most! The mums have died at the Memorial and must be removed. I intend to put gourds and Indian corn there tomorrow along with the remaining pumpkins. I joked to Adam last night, "and by doing that, not only will we honor Chris, but feed every Squirrel on West Chicago!...Which brought me to more Chris memories. I don't recall the year...Alex and his parents still lived next door so it was at least three years before he was killed....A BABY squirrel found Chris in the yard and FOLLOWED him where ever he went! We compared it to that duck thing known as imprinting...where the first thing you see, you think is your Mother....the baby squirrel thought Chris was his Mother...and Chris LOVED it!...He was a good Mother! By the time I came home from work that Saturday, not only was the baby following him, he was climbing up his pant leg...and he LOVED it! We were enjoying the show for a while....but didn't realize the problem until Chris went to go into the house....and the baby tried to follow him! At that point we decided to confine the squirrel to a bird cage we had in the garage...which he did NOT take kindly to. We ended up letting him go in the very back part of the yard....no where near Chris! We all believed he found his squirrel family that day and we never saw him in his baby state again...but believed we saw him AFTER he grew up! A few years later...and again, I don't recall the year, but it was AFTER Alex and his parents moved from nextdoor. IRONICLY, a squirrel was hit by a car in front of our house. Our new neighbor nextdoor, and again ironicly, our neighbor across the street, Kim, the one who died one month after Chris, begged Chris and Adam to beat the squirrel with a shovel to put him out of his misery. They weren't able to do that...it was still a living thing, so they scooped him up on a shovel and put him behind the little house in the back yard. Chris tried to feed him grass and give him water in hopes of reviving him...By the time I came home from work that Saturday, the squirrel had already died a natural death.....and Chris and I had a lot to talk about...and we did. Fran Kempa - Saturday, November 02, 2002 at 18:20:43 (MST) WOW! THE EDWARD THING...WHERE HE SAID THIS IS FOR ADAM ABOUT TWO MONTHS BEFORE HE WAS KILLED...DID HE KNOW...DID HE DO IT ON PURPOSE? XOXO - Friday, November 01, 2002 at 18:00:11 (MST) Thanks to whoever left the Halloween candy at Memorial Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Friday, November 01, 2002 at 13:47:16 (MST) 11/1/02...The art is Chris' most awesome masterpiece....Edward Scissorhands drawn in Sept. 2000 on his bedroom floor. I will NEVER forget him calling me into his bedroom to cretique his most recent creation......and I will NEVER forget being SO AWED! I said, "OH my God Chris, this almost looks REAL!" And while he was PROUD, he was very realistic. He told me...."This is for Adam." Adam has had a thing for Edward for years and Chris was just trying to acknowledge that....Adam Wm. will inherit the original Edward....LUCKY! This is the art work we gave to many graduating Franklin Seniors in 2002...the year he should have. They ALL LOVED it! The photo was taken in mid August, 2000. Chris had gone to Casey's cottage in Munising with our mixed blessing.....I KNEW he'd be homesick.....but... he wanted to go. He did and was he HOMESICK!! But look at that picture......LOOK at that gorgeous boy, ...the defination in those legs and arms...he was a very fit specimen in this photo and when he was killed...he was 6'1" according to his autopsy and SOLID!! For November, I have chosen the very last photos of Chris and his last art works. We got through Hallowen pretty well last night...Adam gave out the candy, and I controlled the dogs. Thurs. we had a business appointment in downtown Detroit. After, we went to dinner in Greektown....Pegasus...we ordered the flaming cheese as an appetizer, and to honor Chris...I know he was laughing! Primetime Thursday featured a psychic...or thought to be a psychic. I must admit I was skeptical until I met with Rev. Carrie of Angel Vision on 9/8/01...after waiting almost a year, and driving to Fenton,...The session was UNBELIEVEABLE!! She right away tuned into the fact that I had lost a child....not a mother or brother..she knew I was there for my child. She told me he was with my maternal grandparents....and told me my Grandfather's name was ED....which it is . She then went on to tell me how Chris was killed...and what he died from....I NEVER said a word...and EVERYTHING was SO right on! At one point, she said, "He's telling me you have a Birthday coming up."......Mind you this was Sept. 8th and my Birthday is Sept. 13th!.....and still..I hadn't said a word. She then said, "He says, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!"....."MAKE SURE DAD TAKES YOU OUT THIS YEAR, CAUSE I CAN"T"....Adam had forgotten my Birthday for at least three years in a row, and Chris and Adam picked up the slack! There were many more things that hit home during the session and then she asked if I had any questions....I said, "Just one, does Chris know the real reason why the driver didn't see him that day?"....Her response was unbelieveable, but confirmed the truth and there was NO WAY she could have known....she said,"Do you mean because the driver was...in his.....and most likely shouldn't have been....Then and there I BELIEVED!!!....There was NO WAY she could have known! Fran Kempa - Thursday, October 31, 2002 at 23:18:13 (MST) I was a thousand piece puzzle put together. I knew who I was and why. The pieces fit together so nicely, As we walked through this life, you and I. But you've left me and now this puzzle, Has been tossed and whirled about. And I can't seem to put it together. For some of the pieces have been left out. So who am I now that you've left me? How does this puzzle of me take shape? The pieces don't quite fit together, Not even using glue and some tape. I wish I had something to go by, Like a photo of me all complete. So I could see if the pieces are started right, Or just give up to defeat. Yes who am I now that you,ve gone, I know I'm not the same as before. This puzzle of me is missing pieces... Critical ones from down in my core. I'll j8ust keep turning the pieces over, Until I find out who I'm supposed to be. It's just going to take some time Lord, To figure out this picture of me. Who Am I Now? <Ferna Lary Mills> - Thursday, October 31, 2002 at 17:36:19 (MST) Praying for you today! Kathy <mskatep@aol.com> - Thursday, October 31, 2002 at 07:14:14 (MST) 10/31/02...The art is the beautiful picture Chris took of Jen Gossett in Sophomore year's photo class. The picture was taken Halloween night, 1990. Adam was Captain America, Chris was Flash....before the Ewok costume, these were my masterpieces. The boys helped me make them by giving me the details and I sewed away!....and LOVED every minute of it ! Two years ago tonight, Chris and I were home alone for some reason. I don't remember where Adam and Adam were. I was answering the door and giving out candy while Chris was in the basement and that bothered me...that was so unlike Chris...It was Halloween, one of his favorite holidays! When I questioned him why he wasn't going out or at least helping answer the door, he became rather defensive so I didn't press....just went back to answering the door. At one point, the bell rang and there stood Caleb!...I was SO happy and relieved to see him. As the night progressed, I heard much laughter coming from the basement while Chris and Caleb talked and played video games. When Kathy came to pick Caleb up, Chris walked him to the door and we both said good bye to him. As he closed the door, I told Chris how happy I was that he and Caleb had gotten together. He looked at me very seriously and said, ..."Had to Mom, it's tradition!" Then he was gone in a flash to return to his video games....but it was true, from the time they were three until that night, Oct. 31st 2000, Chris and Caleb spent every Halloween night together....it was tradition... Fran Kempa - Wednesday, October 30, 2002 at 22:50:15 (MST) I once again find myself sitting in darkness. There is no reason to have lights on. Children will be coming to my door. But for now, they'll think I'm gone. Again, it's time for Halloween season to begin. Children dressed in costumes and attire. I want to see their smiles and hear their laughter.. Oh, but for now it still sets my heart afire. I haven't always been the way I am tonight. I once had a child that did the same. I would decorate the house and yard with goblins. Oh my child loved to share the game. Then one day my child went away to Heaven; Oh I was left in pain wondering why. I pray everyday to somehow find my way, But for now, I do nothing but sit and cry. Then I will have to face the other holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year. Only a mom who has walked this pathway, Truly understands this dreadful fear. For I once cooked a full course meal, I could have fed an army here. Smells of the holiday season filled the air And family came from every where. Then there was the Christmas season, Oh the days were filled with fun. I once enjoyed the days shopping for gifts, But for now, I just want to run. I want to be happy for others at this time, But I have yet to learn the plan. I truly want to share the Holiday season, But for now, I don't think I can..... And I know you understand. But For Now <Kaye Des'Ormeaux> - Wednesday, October 30, 2002 at 15:31:21 (MST) 10/30/02...Same art and picture as yesterday. I think Adam is finished with mid terms today. The photo I thought would be here is a photo taken Halloween night, 1985. Both boys are in their costumes, both homemade. Adam was a robot, Chris was an angel. The best costume I ever made was for Chris in 1994, fifth grade. He was an Ewok. As we tried every time, we had every detail down. We even cut fake fur and gluded it on to a pair of canvas slip ons to make the furry feet. We still have the costume, most unfortunatly, I can't find any pictures of Chris in it. I can't believe I didn't take any but then as I now know, anything's possible. Fran Kempa - Wednesday, October 30, 2002 at 09:56:08 (MST) ......I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" "Gone where?" Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"..........And that is dying... Gone From My Sight <Henry Van Dyke> - Tuesday, October 29, 2002 at 18:34:16 (MST) 10/29/02....The art is the Hand/Man drawing I love so much...one of so many. The photo....those darn doggies keep showing up! Adam is very deep in mid terms right now so I don't dare ask him....what's going on?!! His college career was derailed once already by a driver...I just want him to concentrate on school! The photo I chose for today is a picture of Adam and Chris during one of the Rosedale Neighborhood Assn.'s Halloween parades....The year Chris was Batman and Adam was Joker!...Fun, fun times!!....We all remember making the costumes! Last night I saw a commercial for the first time for a new Disney film....an animated Treasure Island, called Treasure Planet. I KNOW Chris would have gone to see this one...."Not for the movie Mom, for the animation!"...that's what he always said! I was so happy to see the entry from Alex in the guestbook! Alex was a friend of Chris and a former nextdoor neighboor on Berwick. When we moved to Berwick in 1992, Chris was in 2nd grade and Alex in first....soon after, their friendship evolved. Chris respected Alex over the years for his intelligence and Alex respected Chris for his creativity...and in that mesh, they became friends. Shortly after we moved nextdoor, Alex went to private school and Chris remained in LPS...but they maintained their friendship. About three years before Chris was killed, Alex and his parents moved away to be closer to his school in Bloomfield Hills. Chris and Alex maintained contact over the phone and possibly online...He, his Mom and Dad came to Chris' wake and Alex's Mom told me how Alex missed a few days of school as a result of Chris' death...it hurt so many people. While we aren't planning any formal event for 11/20/02, I want the November web page to be special. I spent a lot of time yesterday planning. The photos will be from SEVERAL taken in the last few months of his lile, Aug. 2000 to Nov. 2000....We are SO lucky to have them...the art will show some of his very last works. Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 29, 2002 at 16:27:08 (MST) I only just discovered this site and found out about the whole benefit shows and scholarship fund thing (must be that Wayne county local stuff isn't covered in the local section in Oakland county), and frankly, I am touched and proud that my very good friend Chris should generate such a noble legacy. I happened to find this place because I was looking for pictures for the senior page of my yearbook, which is essentially a montage of people's faces with a caption of "Thank You", and I wanted very much to include my friend Chris. I wish that the photo gallery, or at least the random one, was working. I would like to find the right picture for this little personal commemoration, so if you can help, I would be very much obliged. Alex Wisz <wisz@speedlink.net> - Monday, October 28, 2002 at 20:13:56 (MST) 10/28/02...Same memorial tribute as yesterday. For some reason, the photo is of Charlie and Speck again...I don't know why, it's not the photo I chose, but then I'm not the programmer. There must have been a problem...they're so cute! Sunday morning I woke up, turned over and looked at the clock...7:09...the EXACT time the blonde police woman KNOCKED on the door 11/20/00...Could she possibly think I'd forget?! Sunday afternoon, Moriah showed up at the door! She brought me a very nice gift from an angel store....an angel card and an angel coin. On the back of the coin it says, "Find strength in an angel's touch."...We are! As usual, we had a very nice visit and talked about many.... mostly, Chris things....but some Moriah things too. Two years ago tonight I was facing four uncarved pumpkins by myself...I thought Halloween couldn't happen without pumpkins.....I was facing them by myself and I thought,...I can't do this by myself.....I stopped Chris as he was dashing out the door to go to Ron's. He never did go out that night...he stayed with me...he drew the faces and carved, I scooped seeds and goop....and we had such fun! Some days I regert stopping him from having one last time with his friend....but most days I'm SO glad I did because by stopping him, I created a wonderful lifelong memory for myself!....little did I know at the time.. I just needed help! Since 11/20/00, I have discovered that Halloween still happens without pumpkins, it even still happens without your child... the one who loved Halloween So much! Fran Kempa - Sunday, October 27, 2002 at 22:36:03 (MST) 10/27/02...The "art" is the tribute written by Mr. Rheault on the back of the program for the 2001 Livonia Civic Center Library Fine Arts exhibit. We were very touched that they chose to dedicate the exhibit to Chris. The cover of the program featured one of his self portraits. They were also very kind to display many of Chris' works there....The photo was taken Christmas evening 1987. Chris was 3, Adam 7..almost 8. This is one of many photos that captures just how close they were. In a way, I've always believed the loss is much more devastating to Adam than to us...he'll have to live with it a lot longer. For a few years there, as they grew older, they annoyed each other at times. When Chris was killed they were in the process of becoming really close. They had begun to recognize and appreciate each other for their own individual talents. Chris had just designed the logo for Suburban Sprawl records for Eric, and had made several flyers for the Recital. He also did an awesome computer animation for Recital. Their talents were similar and complimented each other. At times, I pictured them working together in some capicity as adults. Every year, a woman I used to work with would go on and on about how much she HATED Fall. She was older and has recently retired. Before 11/20/00 I would always say, "Jan, how can you possibly hate Fall? It's cool and crisp and the colors are beautiful." She always replied the same way, "It's cold and wet and everything's dying...I HATE Fall!" I tend to agree with her now. Fran Kempa - Sunday, October 27, 2002 at 10:17:20 (MST) Praying that the truth will be known soon. MCS <mopcopsop@yahoo.com> - Saturday, October 26, 2002 at 20:50:34 (MDT) 10/26/02...Same lego mosaic as yesterday. The photo was taken on Christmas morning, 1984. Chris has on a bib that says, SANTA'S HELPER, Adam is consumed in one of his gifts. That was the first major holiday we spent together, just the four of us. The last was Christmas 1999. While Chris was still alive on Easter 2000, we had company for the holiday so we weren't alone. Two things that came in today's mail really got to me. One was a new mailimg from CCS......It's not addressed to Chris anymore, they now address mail to Mr. and Mrs. Kempa. The other was a coupon from the new Tim Horton's near our house. It featured an iced cappuccino....Chris LOVED cappuccino! I know he would have taken them up on their offer and tried it! There are SO MANY recent tragedies in the news. Many have been marked by Memorials and candle light vigils to honor the lost ones. I hope the person who mocked us for these very tributes to Chris now understands somehow. Fran Kempa - Saturday, October 26, 2002 at 10:51:34 (MDT) Wondering what is happening out there? The truth is coming closer, day by day. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Saturday, October 26, 2002 at 00:50:45 (MDT) 10/25/02...The art is the awesome LEGO mosaic Adam made of Chris a few months after he was killed...If I recall correctly, it was finished in Feb. 2001. It continues to reside in front of the fireplace in the livingroom as pictured. Adam's latest ongoing Chris project is another portrait mosaic...made from beer bottle caps...not all his, many friends save them for him. This portrait will be much larger, but I believe, just as awesome. People will ask, "How'd he do that?" about the bottle caps just as everyone who sees the Lego mosaic does. The photo was taken in Dec. 1984 just after seeing Santa. Chris was 6 months, Adam was just shy of 5....we were gearing up for his first Christmas. Oprah's show of 10/24 was more testimony to the belief, where there's life, there's hope. Sometimes, I SO wish Chris had survived the impact...even though I know he'd have been horribly injured...you can't tangle with a heavy vehicle at those speeds and not be injured...at least there'd be some hope I think. But then I KNOW, after reading his autopsy, he NEVER would have been the same...he would have been a vegetable...just existing with NO quality of life..tube fed, contracted...I could go on..but in some way I am thankful God took him and didn't make us have to decide whether or not to continue life support......or worse yet, to have to see him every day, linger as a vegetable...I think that would have killed me more than his death did....God is merciful. Adam was cleaning his wallet this afternoon and found within it an old pay stub of Chris' from Larry's Foodland! It's dated 2/25/99. He worked 15 hours that week. He grossed $77.25 and took home $64.00. Adam said he had no idea how it turned up in his wallet. Over the years, a few things we bought the boys, we made them pay for over time....the whole amount, or just part. I figured it most likely was a check Chris had turned over as payment for something extra he bought and we financed....we thought we were teaching them a life lesson and I believe we did. Fran Kempa - Friday, October 25, 2002 at 16:13:28 (MDT) The truth is like a great body of water on the other side of a dam. The truth will leak out no matter what you do........ We are not afraid of the truth are you???????????????? Dad <<<<<<<>>>>>> - Wednesday, October 23, 2002 at 23:54:47 (MDT) 10/24/02...Same one eyed muscle tooth as yesterday. The photo was taken Christmas morning, 1989...the day Charlie entered our lives. We were all sick that Christmas...some sort of flu...we all had very high temperatures, but luckily, as usual, it was just the four of us so we were all sick together...but unfortunatly couldn't fully enjoy the puppy that day. It's hard to see in the photo but Charlie is right by my feet. In the background are gray tarps...we put them down over the carpet in case Charlie pooped or pottied...and he did! At first, Chris thought we should name him Jack, but I came up with Charlie and we all liked it and it fit him...so he was Charlie!...He is proof of love at first sight! I love the new Target commercial..."SWEET HAPPY LIFE..." It reminds me of Chris and Adam. That's all I ever wanted for my boys...Chris was living it..Adam still is. I KNOW Chris was SO PROUD of us last night!...He continues to guide us. Fran Kempa - Wednesday, October 23, 2002 at 23:02:16 (MDT) The truth will come out. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Wednesday, October 23, 2002 at 10:55:16 (MDT) 10/23/02...I neglectd to comment on the photo...I honestly don't recall what year it was, but I know it was on Berwick so after 1991..It shows Charlie in action, the worlds best dog present opener...even in his senior years, as evidenced by his 13th birhday, he can open presents in record time! Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 22, 2002 at 23:02:54 (MDT) 10/23/02...The art is one of MANY whimsical drawings we found on Chris' school papers after he was killed. Adam W. calls it NO NECK...after a dental appointment Tues....and even before, it reminds me of a tooth. I also find it interesting it depicts only ONE visable eye...even though it's the wrong one... Monday night I had a very vivid dream about Chris and me. In the dream, Chris was much younger than he was when he was killed...5 or 6 maybe.....He and I were in the van, driving south on Merriman. We turned right on Joy Rd. The next thing I remember, we were WALKING on the sidewalk on Joy Road. To the left, there was a VAST lake...to the right, a sandy beach....I said to Chris as we walked, "I don't remember this lake here before.....do you?!!" He never said anything in the dream but I gathered he didn't recall it either.....After we had walked down the beach for a LONG time, we noticed some stairs to the right, off the sandy beach. We decided to take the stairs and found ourselves in our living room.....We sat down on the couch and I just held him for a long time....We didn't talk, just hugged....then I woke up....I've had very few Chris dreams since he was kiled, but he never speaks in any of them....including this one. The first minutes of N.Y.P.D. Blue really hit home last night. It showed the covered body of a 16 year old boy lying in the road. Suddenly, the father rushes up to the scene and says, "That's not MY son....he just went for a bike ride....IT CAN'T BE!!".....And I thought, "My son was just going to school....YES!!!, most unfortunatly,...it CAN be!!" Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 22, 2002 at 22:56:12 (MDT) 10/22/02..Same Panel #16 from HMmmm. The photo was taken on Christmas morning, 1992. Both boys look startled in the picture! They were going for their stockings....that was tradition, stockings first, then presents! You can clearly see one of Chris' nutcrackers in this photo. I have a dentist appointment today...which made me think of new Chris memories...both teeth related....In the summer of 1992, our first year on Berwick, our first time with our much dreamed of pool, the boys were swimming with the Allen boys one evening. They were playing MARCO POLO. At one point, Chris jumped off the side of the pool and struck his chin on the metal rim...thus, breaking one of his two front teeth...I don't remember which side. I called our dentist right away but I was unable to reach her that evening. She called me the next morning in response to my messages and Chris was seen shortly after her call. They bonded his tooth...and did a VERY good job...no one could ever tell...it wasn't even mentioned in his autopsy. In the summer of 1994, once again, the boys were playing with the Allen boys. They had been swimming and then went into the other yard to play badminton. They still had on their bathing suits. At one point, Scott swung his racket and it came apart. He was still holding the handle while the racket end continued forward and struck Chris directly in the mouth. His gums were bleeding quite badly and I wasn't sure if there was any tooth involvement. Scott felt VERY BADLY. But we all knew it was an accident. I took Chris to the dentist right away and luckily, there was no damage to his teeth! I know I am NOT alone in missing Chris SO much these days. Fran Kempa - Monday, October 21, 2002 at 23:02:55 (MDT) 10/21/02...The art is panel #16 from Chris' HMmmm comic book. The photo was taken on Christmas Eve, 1989, we were still living on Auburndale. The boys were putting out the milk, cookies, carrots and water for Santa and the reindeer. Note the cookies are Chips Ahoy...that's one thing I never was, a baker..not even Christmas cookies. I made most Birthday cakes over the years but that was it when it came to baking. I always told the boys that was one thing they had to look forward to in a girlfriend and wife..... Last night I saw a story on the news about the Degas exhibit..it's opened. And even though it's Degas and the Dance, I still think Chris would have gone...maybe during lunch one school day, he could have easily walked to the DIA from CCS. I also saw a commercial for the Detroit Zoo's ZOO BOO. Kathy Deady and I took the kids one year..I don't remember the year exactly...we were still on Auburndale so it had to be before 1991. We went at night and some of the things were pretty scary! Chris and Caleb had the best time! I remember there were SO many pumpkins, we wondered what they did with them after ZOO BOO. Chris and Caleb asked someone and they were told they fed them to the animals...they thought that was VERY funny!.....REALLY MISSING Chris this time of year. Fran Kempa - Monday, October 21, 2002 at 14:15:17 (MDT) The truth is out there, and it will come out. Miss you always Chris, Dad <<<<<<<>>>>>>> - Sunday, October 20, 2002 at 23:43:15 (MDT) 10/20/02....Same 1992 Time cover from yesterday. The photo was taken Christmas night 1992, our traditional desert with Birthday party. Twenty three months since he went away, seems like for ever, seems like a day....it hurts very much to admit, as more time passes, it feels more like forever. Two years ago, Chris had only one month to live, but we had no clue. He was living such a full, wonderful life. He was consumed with school, Players, work, guitar lessons, art works, animations, writing songs and poems, ortodontist appointments, upcoming Drivers ed and spending time with his numerous friends who were just as creative as he was. At this time, he was gearing up for the Autumn Bash 2000 at Churchill high School. He was experimenting with different sounds and altering his voice on the computer. He would call me into the computer room to hear his latest one and each time I was amazed! We had NO idea of the existance of certain people and would have much preferred spending the rest of our lives without that knowledge. Sara or Adam, or Sara AND Adam must have missed any hint of Halloween around this house. I noticed a pumpkin sitting on the kitchen table Sat. morning as I let the dogs out before I went to work..I thank them. Today the wife of a former resident came to visit us at the home. I had become close to her over the years, she came to Chris' wake. Everytime she visits, she makes it a point to find out how I'm doing...I wish I could tell her, "I'm doing GREAT!!"...One of my coworkers brought up the fact that in one month, it will be TWO YEARS since Chris was killed. She then told me for the first time, she still has the card from the funeral home in her mirror and has the article from the newspaper about his death...she then told me how profoundly his death hit her...how it made NO SENSE. This is a woman of 80...there are SO many aspects to ending a life. Fran Kempa - Sunday, October 20, 2002 at 16:14:15 (MDT) 10/19/02...The art is a Time magazine cover Chris' third grade class had to design during The Clinton/Bush election in 1992. Chris pictured himself as President and indicated he'd won by 50 votes! The photo is another from Christmas 1992...with that big tree. The traditional Adam, Chris and Charlie in front of the fireplace picture. The mantle holds the traditional wreath, garland and Chris' favorite Nutcrackers! Those traditions were ended in 2000.....no picture in front of the fireplace...just Adam and Charlie?..much too hard and sad. For Christmas 2000 and 2001, the mantle was adorned with Chris things...even though we couldn't use the living room last year. I suspect that has become our new tradition for years to come...Chris things on the mantle at Christmas. Tonight is Homecoming. Since I get to IMAGINE the rest of his life, I imagine even though he'd be in College, Chris and Cori would be attending the dance tonight...her last year at Franklin. I can imagine the energy and excitement!...I bet I'd be ironing his shirt right now!...God how I miss him and all that he was and all he he was going to be. My memories of driving him to Homecoming 2000 are still very VIVID. Since he went stag, it was just the two of us in the van as it so often was. We drove down Melrose to West Chicago for some reason and on the way we noticed some people decorating for Halloween...while our neighborhood is always festive, these people were obviously going over board. Chris made me slow down so he could look and told me we would have to make a point to drive by again the next day to see the finished product..and we did. I will NEVER forget, as we got to Franklin, seeing all the couples and limos and asking him if he was SURE he wanted to do this...NEVER dreaming this would be his last one...NEVER dreaming he'd be dead in about a month. And I'll never forget how proud of him I was when he got out of the van and very confidently said, "Mom, I don't care what people think of me."....And very confidently walked into the dance alone. Last night we were at the Memorial and in the background could hear sounds coming from the Franklin football field... the homecoming game..very sad. Fran Kempa - Saturday, October 19, 2002 at 14:46:21 (MDT) PLEASE don't ask me if I'm over it yet... I'll NEVER be over it. PLEASE don't tell me he's in a better place He isn't here with me. PLEASE don't tell me you know how I feel, Unless you have lost a child PLEASE don't ask me if I feel better, Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up. PLEASE don't tell me at least you had him for so many years, What year would you choose for YOUR child to die? PLEASE don't tell me God never gives us more than we can bear. PLEASE just say you are sorry PLEASE just say you remember my child, if you do PLEASE just let me talk about my child PLEASE mention my child's name PLEASE, just let me cry....... Please Don't ...... <TCF Newsletter, Atlanta Ga.> - Friday, October 18, 2002 at 16:29:16 (MDT) 10/18/02...Same art signature as yesterday. The photo was taken in Dec. 1992, our first Christmas on Berwick. That year I INSISTED we get a BIG tree...and we did. I soon learned the negative aspects of such a big tree and never wanted another one that big. Chris is opening one of his gifts in this picture. Claudia and I stopped by the Franklin theatre Thurs. afternoon. Turns out, it was boys only day for practice so we didn't see Cori and Dana. We visited with Angie Hillman the wonderful director for a while...we were taken backstage and shown the AWESOME costumes designed and made by Mrs. Hillman! We then sat and watched the boys go through their lines... they were GREAT... this is difficult stuff...A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM..but they seemed to have it down! There were two girls present, Sara Knopsnider and Jenny Taco. It just so happened, Sara had on her Chris Kempa.com shirt!! We received the copy of the note from the recipient of one of Chris' corneas in Thursday's mail. Just as I suspected, all correspondance must go through the Michigan Eye Bank. A few months after Chris was killed, we received a letter stating that a man and a woman had received the gift of sight as a result of Chris' corneas. One was from East Lansing and the other from Bloomfield Hills....I don't remember which was which. Judging by the fancy stationery, and the feminine hand writing, my guess is this note is from the woman. The note reads as follows: 10/9/02 Dear Donor Family Members, I am the recipient of a cornea from the doner in your family. I wanted to thank you for the WONDERFUL gift of sight....It's a priceless gift. This was my second cornea and they were both successful. I now have perfect vision and don't need glasses anymore...I feel I have been blessed! Thanks again from the bottom of my heart! Love, A grateful recipient I SO want to reply but I must call the bank first to find out how much I can reveal! Once my letter is finalized, I will put a copy here.......It IS wonderful to know, given all the facts, Chris was able to make two BLIND people see!! Fran Kempa - Thursday, October 17, 2002 at 22:57:40 (MDT) The change of seasons in this area of the country is something I had always enjoyed. Fall was always one of my of my favorite times of the year...now it reminds me that November is on its way. The news is full of killings of all varieties. Now I not only think of the victim but of the suffering families and friends left behind. Fall winds blow very, very, cold for me now. MIss you always. Dad <<<<<<<>>>>>> - Thursday, October 17, 2002 at 13:56:51 (MDT) 10/17/02...The art is an example of one of the many ways Chris began to experiment with signing his works within a year of his killing...his initials, followed by a happy face was one of many...toward the end of his life, he even dabbled in Japaneese signatures...LADY BOWLER for example. The photo was taken in 1991, Scott Allen's birthday party. Left to right, that's Scott, Pete and Chris! I took both doggies to the groomer yesterday. They had me sign a release for Charlie...in csae he died while grooming...considering he IS 13...I had no problem with that what so ever. When I picked them up, I knew they'd have on festive kerchiefs....which brought me back to a timely Chris memory....In the fall of 2000, I made Charlie and Felix festive MATCHING kerchiefs. The material was a plain cotton fabric, with an autumn design....falling leaves of varied colors on a gold background. Shortly before Chris was killed, he called me to the mud room....."Mom, you've GOT to see this!!"... There was Felix...obviously fighting with his kerchief, he had pulled it down to his waist forming a skirt...it was VERY comical...Chris and I laughed for a LONG time...Both animals had their matching kerchiefs on for the funeral gathering at the house on the day of Chris' funeral...11/25/00... Last weekend, as I cleaned out drawers and cupboards, I found the remnant of the fabric I had made those kerchiefs out of in the laundry room desk....I threw it out...how could I or anyone make anything out of that remaining fabric? Chuck Gadica reported on the 11 o'clock news that it was 37 degrees as he spoke Wed. night....hearing 37 degrees exactly, I went out without a coat and stood on the porch until I got tired....NOT cold....tired. 37 degrees was the reported temperature at the time Chris was killed....While I have checked this before, I believe EVERY time, for the rest of my life, when I hear it's EXACTLY 37 degrees, I WILL remind myself somehow that he WASN'T freezing when he was killed...I absolutly know that now. As a result of repeated harassment in this guestbook and E mails to various persons, I have made it a policy NOT to reply to author unknown entries.....I am breaking this policy to respond to the unknown quote by the Senator.....Her words reflect EXACTLY what I said months ago after seeing a Ford Ranger commercial.....Chris was killed by a man....NOT a Ford Ranger truck!!... Fran kempa - Wednesday, October 16, 2002 at 23:46:07 (MDT) Chris....Another young person with so much life to live has passed away..A 17 year old that I know from Farmington died this weekend from a Cocaine overdose....How sad I dont understand why anyone would play games like that with their own life... Or in your matter the lives of others please welcome him as i'm sure or atleast would like to think he's where you are....And second Mrs Kempa I was driving down Merriman the other day passing 8 mile when I noticed a body shop on Merriman that had a Halloween display in it's lawn that almost made me sick....The display was an old what looked to be Chevy car with all kinds of debree on it right under a tree well here's the shocker if you look at the front end of the car you will see it has body dammage as well as a person half on the ground and half on the hood of the car....It honest to god looked like the car hit a real person....I think this was done in VERY poor taste and once again leaves me asking what ever happened to respect for human life in general? ......... - Wednesday, October 16, 2002 at 17:42:13 (MDT) Quote from Senator Diane Fienstein on the Abrams Report 10/16/02. Comparing gun registration to automobile registration, "Automobiles don't kill people, people driving automobiles kill people." XOXOXOXO - Wednesday, October 16, 2002 at 16:24:22 (MDT) 10/16/02...Same MIRRORS self portrait as yesterday. The photo was taken in May of 1992..we had just moved on to Berwick...no wall unit up in the sunroom yet, the videos were stacked on top of the TV. That last poem pretty much sums up where I am right now...sinking into the depths of the season and the horrible memories. I went to work Tues. and had a full blown BAD Chris day there....I hadn't acted like that at work since I first went back after he was killed. As always, there were many people to talk to. The Hospice nurse was in and we talked for a long time about the after life. The Physician Assistant from psych was in...after being acquainted with her for months, she shared with me the fact that she lost a baby 22 years ago. She told me it took her 5 years to even begin to feel normal again...but she still doesn't.. she thinks about her baby every day. Then she said something that really hit home, she said , "I lost a baby...I can't even begin to imagine the loss of a 16 year old with such a promising future..." I told her, "as you can relate, it's like hell on earth." I may stop by Franklin today or tomorrow and check up on the Player's progress! I am anxiously awaiting the copy of the note from the Michigan Eye Bank! Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 15, 2002 at 22:45:59 (MDT) It's that time of year again, The time you hate to see For it was when I went away And left you behind in misery. Oh Mom I know you can see, and feel the hugs I send, I send them to you daily, Through the hugs of your friends. I can see how rough it is for you this time of year, But when it comes around again, Rest assured, I am right here. I will once again see you cry, Along with the others nearby I will reach down and take your hand, I'll wipe the tears from your eye. So let this message I send you be an everlasting thought in mind, It's that time of year again Mom, But I'll get you through it this time. And when you feel down and discouraged, Just reach your arms toward me, I am there to hold you Mom, Forever and for all eternity. Author Unknown - Tuesday, October 15, 2002 at 16:06:30 (MDT) 10/15/02...The art is Chis' beloved MIRRORS self portrait. It hung on the wall between the kitchen and diningroom for months after he was killed. I'm sorry to say, it fell off the nail it was hung on one night while we were sleeping. A corner of the glass was broken and the drawing fell out of the mat...we have yet to have it repaired. It now resides in Chris' bedroom among all of his other works. The photo was taken in 1993 at the Holidome. We all had had a very bad week and just needed to get away. Chris and Adam enjoyed the weekend much more than Adam and I did. I called the Michigan Eye Bank Monday afternoon...they're mailing us a copy of the note today!! Fran Kempa - Monday, October 14, 2002 at 22:30:39 (MDT) The chill in the fall air never blew so cold. A reminder...... Tonight on the way home I passed an accident on the opposite side of I - 96. Flashing lights, police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances just like another fall day almost two years ago........ Dad <<<<<<<>>>>>> - Monday, October 14, 2002 at 19:30:28 (MDT) 10/14/02...Same SWAN drawing as yesterday. The photo was taken in 1993, Chris' first basketball team experience...they were the CELTICS! Chris is second from the right, coach Ed Sperry is to the left. Matt Combin is to Chris' right. Brad Allen, the boy's other coach, for YEARS is not pictured. Today has been one of those wasted Chris days...I couldn't even go to work..I just had to vege and deal with it..it's SO NOT easy..but as we were warned in Compassionate Friends..the second year is MUCH harder...it's TRUE! I am very sorry to say, our house has turned into one of those houses Chris HATED...couldn't understand. His favorite holiday next to Christmas..Halloween.. is coming up...and there is NO evidence of that anywhere in or out of this house. EVERY year since the boys were born, we not only decorated the inside, but the outside of the house for EVERY holiday...even the obscure ones like St. Patrick's Day. If Chris was alive right now and entered our house, but it was someone else's he'd come home upset! I can't tell you how many times he came home from a friends house and said, "They didn't have any decorations up Mom, not ONE!" He just couldn't understand that....I think he understands why I haven't decorated now....last year, I at least went through the motions and decorated the porch..but I have NO desire to this year...MORE proof, the second year IS worse... I heard a commercial on TV last night, It's ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG week on Biography channel... Fran Kempa - Monday, October 14, 2002 at 15:29:44 (MDT) what a wonderful, important gift---the gift of sight---and what a legacy for your talented son, who continues to bring beauty to others. kate - Sunday, October 13, 2002 at 14:00:06 (MDT) 10/13/02...The art, Adam calls SWAN. It was done for a third grade project if I recall correctly. The photo was taken in August, 1990.... our first summer at the cottage. The photo shows the vastness of the lake much better than here on the computer...like Chris is the only thing in all of Lake Huron. And that's how it seemed most times, like we literally had the lake to our selves. Chris LOVED it! Saturday I began my annual Fall task of cleaning every drawer, cupboard and closet in this house. Since I never achieve my goal, I started in places I skipped last year. I started in the drawers of the desk in the laundry room. And just as last year, I found evidence of Chris' life...but this time, also evidence of his death. I found a copy of CHRIS'S DAILY CHORES sheet. Something we tried with both boys one year with mixed results. Chris' chores consisted of, Making his bed, picking up his room, putting away any clean clothes, taking dirty clothes downstairs and putting them in the hamper. He and Adam had to make their lunches, take the garbage, scoop poop and walk Charlie. I don't think it was ever followed to the letter...more of a hit and miss type thing. I found the Franklin 2000/2001 student handbook and the Franklin 2000/2001 program of studies book, two paint brushes and our calander from 2000..with all of our sprcial events marked in advance...not only special events but dentist, Dr. and ortho appointments...mostly for Chris. But then, there were the horrible, harsh reminders of his death, contained in the same drawers. The phone # for Angel Vision, the psychic I visited last Sept., a pen from Harris funeral home, and a note from the Priest at St. Mary's ER, written on an Ultram pad, given to us shortly after he was pronounced..another year of crying while cleaning out drawers. In Saturday's mail, we received a letter from The Michigan Eye Bank and Transplantation Center. It says they recently received a note from one of the grateful recipients of the gift of sight made possible by the donation of Chris' corneas....I cried again. We can contact them to receive a copy! I don't know if they do but I HOPE they allow us to communicate with them. I would LOVE for them to know, not only how lucky they are to have his eyes...but to try to explain to them what he saw with those eyes!...Things most people can't even imagine!! Considering the circumstances, all of this eye business is rather ironic. Fran Kempa - Sunday, October 13, 2002 at 11:02:59 (MDT) In my dreams, you are alive and well Precious child, precious child In my mind, I see you clear as a bell Precious child, precious child. In my soul, there is a hole That can never be filled But in my heart there is hope 'cause you are with me still. In my heart you live on Always there, never gone Precious child, you left too soon Tho it may be true we're apart you will live forever...in my heart. In my plans, I was the first to leave Precious child, precious child But in this world ,I was left here to grieve Precious child, my precious child. God knows I want to hold you See you, touch you And maybe there's a Heaven And someday I will again Please know you are not forgotten...until then. Precious Child <Karen Taylor Good> - Saturday, October 12, 2002 at 13:35:22 (MDT) 10/12/02...Same program cover from 1999's Sound Of Music. The photo was taken Christmas day, 1989....Chris riding his big present....notice the training wheels!..That was obviously a very mild winter. One of our "comfort measures only" residents died the other day. She was 90 years old and had been with us for 9 years...I admitted her. I became quite close to her daughter over the years...she was very kind to me when Chris was killed. The day before her Mom died, she went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. When she returned to the nursing home she told me her plans in detail. She said even though her Mom had a plot next to her Dad, she was going to have her cremated. She went on to say she then had to try to figure out what to do with the ashes as she now lives in Florida and couldn't see herself taking them on the plane. She decided to scatter them on her Dad's grave and have a little ceremony there for family and close friends only. When she told me that I was so happy...she gave me such a good idea! I have always wanted to be cremated. I had told both boys in their later years what I wanted if I died...I've also told a few close friends....I NEVER dreamed some of what I wanted for my funeral would be implemented into Chris'....After talking to Pat, I now know I want my ashes scattered on Chris' grave. I've been telling many people lately, the ONLY true statement I can make about the future is, "I don't know."....it doesn't matter the subject, it applies to EVERYTHING in the future. Before Chris was killed I didn't think this way....but now I KNOW...it's the only true statement. Gary Peters has my vote!! Fran Kempa - Saturday, October 12, 2002 at 00:09:22 (MDT) 10/11/02...The art is the cover Chris designed for the spring musical, March 1999....The Sound Of Music..Freshman year. He didn't get a part in the play but still felt included and very much a Player through his art...The front of the T shirt for the musical has this same design. The photo was taken June 10th, 1986 during Chris' second birthday celebration...I LOVED that hair but had it cut soon after his birthday. A few people have commented after seeing this picture since he was killed....it's almost as if he's pointing up to Heaven. Yesterday after work I had to go grocery shopping. I'm back into a cooking slump again...not as bad as it was right after Chris was killed but certainly not up to par...as a result, the cupboard was very bare. I went to Farmer Jack, the same store I've shopped at for years, since it opened. Yesterday was a VERY bad Chris day. Soon into my shopping, I ran into the former chapter leader of our Compassionate Friends support group....The woman who greeted me with open arms on Dec. 9th, 2000. Her son has been gone for 7 and a half years now....she was having a VERY bad Scott day..we decided since we had never run into each other before while shopping at this store...Chris and Scott made it happen...they knew we were both having bad days and made sure we ran into each other to console each other...and it worked! We stood in the middle of Farmer Jack for a good hour, hugging, laughing, crying...I'm sure some people wondered, but I could care...she said there's NO ONE who can understand the pain other than someone who has lost a child....I told her, like every rule, there is an exception...she was shocked! I told her that feeling was back in my stomach... that awful, awful, feeling. She said, "You mean the one that feels like someone poured acid in there...that one?" And I said..."YES!"...We then talked about how it NEVER goes away...it may scab over and become less intense...but then that scab gets ripped off, and it starts all over again...we also talked about how this time of year brings it all back....she lost her son in the Fall too....this change of season is SO dramatic...not like spring into summer...which is much more subtle...this is drastic, you can't ignore it...just as we can't ignore the horrible memories.... After I came home, I watched the national news on ABC. They had a story about giraffes and how they communicate with each other...another WONDERFUL Chris memory!....When Chris was 18 months old, for some reason....he LOVED!! giraffes...he called them geeaps. We felt his second Christmas would NOT be complete without a giraffe. I thought it would be a simple task to find a stuffed one at Toys R Us...considering their mascot..but it was very hard. We finally found a plastic blow up one which we purchased and found some good close up pictures of several giraffes. When Chris opened this gift on Christmas morning, he was SO excited! I asked him, "What are those?" Thinking he would very plainly say, "GEEAPS!" He looked at them and VERY plainly said, "REINDEER!" That is one of very few moments we have captured on video! I would treasure it if Chris was still alive...but I treasure it SO much more now! Fran Kempa - Friday, October 11, 2002 at 16:12:59 (MDT) 10/10/02...Same TIME drawing as yesterday. The photo was taken June 10, 1985, Chris' first birthday. It was just the four of us as it was for most special occasions and holidays but as you can see, we celebrated to the MAX! Hats, horns, balloons...and so many presents! Wednesday's LAW AND ORDER contained two lines that really got me. In the beginning, a thought to be 16 year old girl, commenting on the death of one of her teachers said, "I never knew a dead person before." And I thought how many of Chris' friends and ALL the kids he knew at Franklin and elsewhere most likely said or thought that when he was killed. They were of an age where that certainly could have applied. The second last line of the show was spoken by one of the assistant prosecuters. On her way out of court she stated, "Being 16 forever, that wouldn't be so bad..." And I thought, "No, not if you're alive to enjoy it....but it REALLY sucks if you're dead..." I was talking to my new friend at work about this web page recently....the one who recently lost a grandson who was really more like a son...We were talking about what parents/ grandparents of dead kids talk about...keeping their memory alive, remembering them personally, HONORING them... and I said, "Mary, that's exactly what I do with that web page, EVERYDAY....many days before I do anything else, I honor Chris....and I just don't see that changing in the near future." Adam was cleaning his closet Wed. night and found 9 more pictures of Chris from our trip to Disney World in Oct. 1997!!!...Things STILL keep turning up....!!! Like little presents, little signs..."I'M OK MOM!!" Fran Kempa - Wednesday, October 09, 2002 at 22:44:08 (MDT) 10/9/02....The art is the drawing Adam calls TIME. Not all the skulls are pictured here. As they go down the line, there are varied frozen motions of the skull's mouth. The photo was taken in Dec. 1984. Our Christmas celebration in Buffalo in my parent's family room. Chris was 6 months old, Adam was almost 5. Adam is opening his BD presents while Chris is enjoying his passie....in the background, ready in case, is his playtex nurser. Monday afternoon, I was shopping in Target for shampoo and toothpaste. I found myself in the HEALTH and BEAUTY section and decided to start in asile one...to refresh my memory, in case there was something I was forgetting. Asile one turned out to be the baby asile and once again...profound Chris memories. I came upon the Baby Magic Baby Bath and found myself flippimg open the cap to smell it....I LOVED the smell back then, that's why I used Baby Magic and not Johnson's then and after smelling both the other day, would still prefer Baby Magic today. As my cart moved down the asile, I came upon Desitin. This brought back a host of memories! For some reason, and I think I was the influence, Chris thouht Desitin was good for zits. I had told him some where along life that my zits responded well to Desitin along the way. For some reason his zit pattern was contained to around his mouth. Every night without fail, Chris would coat the area around his mouth with Deaitin....leaving a very thick, white residue. As a result, Adam W. called his brother "CLOWN" because, that's how he appeared with the Desitin around his mouth. On 11/19/00, Chris followed his normal routine in the evening. He showered and washed his face, then applied his Desitin. When I woke him up at 6:00 11/20/00, there was still evidence of Desitin around his mouth as he went down stais for the LAST time. One of the things I found AFTER he was killed was the BLACK washcloth he used to remove the WHITE Desitin from his face that morning.....That washcloth laid in the bottom of the hamper for almost two years...almost untouched! Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 08, 2002 at 22:56:29 (MDT) 10/8/02...The drawing is the same UNDONE as testerday. The photo was taken in the dining room on Auburndale. Chris in his high chair with his passie. The back of the photo is labeled, Nov.1984.....just 16 years to live but who knew...in some ways I wish I DID know so I could have done just a FEW things differently, not many though, he had a WOMDERFUL life! Today I was driving around much earlier than usual and found myself listening to an AM talk radio station. Dr. Laura was on. One of the commercials hit me like a ton of bricks. It was a commercial for St. Mary's Hospital....Now, St. Mary Mercy Hospital. You can hear the hustle and bustle in the ER, then you hear someone say, "We've got a flat liner here." Then you hear the CPR and the defibrilator...and sure enough they bring him back....Up until that point, it sounded JUST lkie Chris' experience there 11/20/00. The commercial then went on to describe the new St. Mary Mercy birthing center complete with jacuzzis. It just seemed so strange after writing about them yesterday, to hear about them and almost have them recreate Chris' ER experience, short of saving him. I wore the shoes I wore to the last day of Chris' wake and the day of his funeral to a meeting we attended today. There I saw the true face of evil. Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 08, 2002 at 15:12:12 (MDT) It's been a while since I last put something on this site. Theres not a whole lot I think I can say that I allready have. I miss you alot chris. It's been a while but I miss you. Something happened to me a few days befor my birthday. I ended up at a club with some friends. I was left alone for a while and through the smoke, the roaming lights and sounds, I thought I saw you. Just standing there, smiling like you did at the last coming home I went to. Where Keri and I made you dance. I just sat there looking with my wide eyes, wondering if it was real. Later that night is when something happened. The only thing I can think of is that it was a sign. Or something. I don't know. But it was strange and I haven't told anyone. That night I failed myself. I miss you and you where they only other person that I loved, just never told you. Now I am. I miss you my friend. Keep painting those picture. Laura <Laura916@aol.com> - Monday, October 07, 2002 at 21:40:53 (MDT) The truth will come out. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Monday, October 07, 2002 at 14:23:34 (MDT) 10/7/02...The drawing Adam calls UNDONE because as you can see, it's not finished. The photo was taken on June 10th 1984, shortly after birth at St. Mary's Hospital. Chris was born and pronounced dead at the same hospital...and just like the events of the morning of 11/20/00, I can replay the events of the morning of 6/10/84 VIVIDLY in my mind like a movie. We took the same route to the emergency room 6/10/84 as we did 11/20/00, Plymouth to Levan. I can still see myself during both car rides. Chris was scheduled to be born by C section days later. But I guess he was in a hurry. On 6/10/84, in the early morning hours, Adam F. and I found ourselves driving down Levan realizing we hadn't really chosen a boys name. The girls name was firm, Elizabeth Anne, but the boys was still up in the air. So that was our discussion as we drove..at one point we even pulled over briefly to firm things...it was definate, Christopher Michael would be the boy. We even joked on the way, "Chris Kempa, sounds like a quarter back!" On 11/20/00 in the early morning hours, Adam W. and I found ourselves driving down Levan. But during this trip there was no joy or joking. This trip was filled with me crying and saying over and over, "It's real bad, I know it's real bad..."and poor Adam trying to comfort me. I never once thought during the ride...that he was dead, but we soon found out most unfortunatly, not only was there no comfort for me that morning, but for many people. Fran Kempa - Monday, October 07, 2002 at 11:00:36 (MDT) Miss you always. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Sunday, October 06, 2002 at 23:03:50 (MDT) 10/6/02....Same White House drawing from fourth grade as yesterday. The photo was taken in Sept. 1992, first day of third grade. I don't remember what Chris is holding nor can I tell what it is from the picture. Fran Kempa - Sunday, October 06, 2002 at 14:44:29 (MDT) I searched for you today Through empty rooms and photographs, Through clouds above and yards of grass. I visited your grave, the surface undisturbed. I called your name, cried bitter tears, And left...again unheard. I drove along the road You walked that fateful day; But you weren't there to greet me, So there I didn't stay. I walked around your room, So dark and empty now, I need to find you son, Although I don't know how. I donned a shirt that you once wore A treasurd football jersey, The faded fabric had no life; My spirit felt no mercy. My tears began, I screamed aloud "I need you here with me!" But only silence echoed back, There's no one here to see. You've traveled far without me, My heart feels like it's broken. There's love here yet to give, And many words unspoken. My needs are very great But now you are at peace; I want to be there too And share this pains release. I cannot find you son, And I must bear the pain Of knowing we're apart, And here I must remain. Perhaps some day I'll join you In heaven up above, And then I can unburden This overflowing love. My Search <June Muecke> - Saturday, October 05, 2002 at 20:59:30 (MDT) 10/5/02....The art is a picture of the White House Chris drew in Oct.,1993 for the cover of a fourth grade government project...good old Tim Backiel's class. The photo was taken in June 1987 during Chris' first kid party....his third...it was a beautiful day, we had it in the yard...we had lots of balloons, lots of kids and Moms, and we served hot dogs and macaroni and cheese at Chris' request. The cake was a Transformer cake. Shown in the photo from left are Colin Garland, Chris' friend and next door neighbor, Caleb Deady....that's how far back in friendship they went...and Chris. Behind Chris is Adam W....A VERY VIVID memory! Fran Kempa - Saturday, October 05, 2002 at 15:32:50 (MDT) Just wanted to say, the Memorial looks BEAUTIFUL! A Franklin Parent - Friday, October 04, 2002 at 22:19:14 (MDT) The truth will come out!!! Dad <<<<<<<>>>>>>> - Friday, October 04, 2002 at 02:41:30 (MDT) 10/4/02...Same altered Woody homework as yesterday. The photo is of a little skateboard that was left at the Memorial a few weeks ago. I kept forgetting to mention it here. It's encircled with a letter bracelet and I believe at one point the bracelet was intended to spell out a message....if anyone knows who was kind enough to leave it at the Memorial, PLEASE let me know! Yesterday afternoon I saw a commercial for the Degas exhibit coming to the Detroit Institute Of Arts later this month and all I could think about was Chris....how in my mind he'd be at CCS now and the close proximity to the DIA...they're on top of each other!!...I then went so far as to imagine, not only would he be so close to the DIA, he'd be so close to Wayne State...maybe he and Adam could have met for lunch some days...WHO KNOWS?! I had to go to Foodland Thurs afternoon for a few items. As I turned into the parking lot, I was blown away for a moment. In the distance, in front of Sheldon Hall, I could see two boys skateboarding...one of them haunted me. I took my right hand off the steering wheel, put it over my heart and said aloud, "Oh my God, that could be Chris!" He was dressed in jeans and a navy blue hooded sweatshirt, had brown hair and glasses! As I got closer, I could see they were older boys and had driven to the parking lot as they were now walking toward a car. I proceeded to Larry's. As I was entering, Kevin Hartly was exiting, carrying his skateboard. He spoke first saying, "How are you Mrs. Kempa?" I replied, "Not good...STILL, not good." And all he could say was, "I know, I know." And I believe on some level he does. We then talked about college and work and things in general...then I told him about seeing him and his friend skateboarding as I pulled in and saying how that so could be Chris...Once again he replied, "I know" I thanked him for stopping and speaking and asking how I was doing then I was on my way. It so happened Jenny was cashing in the express lane and I only had 4 items so I got in her line. Right away she was telling me how she and some friends were shopping at Great Lakes Crossing last week and saw a van with a Chris Kempa KEEP YOUR EYE(S) ON THE ROAD bumper sticker....They were successful at some point... at a red light I think, in questioning the driver as to how he got the sticker...tuened out it was Rob Byrd...The drummer gentleman of the Recital! For almost two years now without fail, I STILL have at least one Chris experience per day....NOT at all how I dreamed but I believe, (hope!) they'll continue DAILY for the rest of my life! Fran Kempa - Thursday, October 03, 2002 at 22:46:11 (MDT) As the seasons change, Time fades away, The trees to brown, The sky to grey. Our feelings change, As life goes on. Only memories remain. All else is gone. Now we stare, Pray to the moonlit sky, Dream and wish for one final goodbye. The whispering wind, and each shootong star, Call your name, So near, yet far. The songbird dies; it's last song not sung. These sweet refrains: Ode to dying young. From Stars In The Deepest Night <After The Death Of A Child> - Thursday, October 03, 2002 at 15:33:14 (MDT) Chris...Another child was hit and kill bye a careless driver....Apparently an 11 year old boy in Detroit was walking down the sidewalk in his neighborhood when a car going 70 some miles an hour hit him..Then the driver got outta the car and ran he didn't get very far though because neighbors that saw what happened chased him down and well wern't too easy on him.....The boys parents however had decided to donate their sons organs I great thing to come out of such a tragic event...I just want you too keep an eye out for that little boy maybe take him under your wing ya know...And also I need a watchfull eye with me today and alot of blessings you know what I'll be doing today so please let every thing go allright.....Thanks Chris and remember keep your eyes open for that 11 year old boy who's life ended so fast.... ...... USA - Thursday, October 03, 2002 at 10:21:38 (MDT) 10/3/02...The art is a digitally altered photo of Woody Allen Chris made as a homework project for one of the summer classes he took at CCS for at least three years before he was killed....He LOVED summer school!...After the first year, he BEGGED to go...and as usual, we indulged...but the indulgence was ALWAYS to enhance a goal! In the original photo, Woody is holding an umbrella and there is no COKE logo or reference anywhere in the photo. The picture was taken in Oct., 1990...His first grade school picture proof....six years old. Charlie had his 13th birthday party last night! I couldn't find little cans of Pedigree at Kroger so we had Mighty Dog cake instead. Charlie and Speck each had their own little cake.....We were all there and sang...the three of us...still SHOULD be four...but this year they not only had cake!!!....They had ice cream!..I discovered Frosty Paws a few months ago...and do they LOVE it. I even told Brad and Claudia about it for Dusty, their Spaniel....and he LOVES it too! After cake and ice cream, Charlie unwrapped his presents...he is STILL the BEST present unwrapper, and Speck played with ...and destroyed the toys!....He played with all of them and destroyed two....by that time Charlie was too exhausted to participate...after all, he is 91 in human years! I KNOW Chris was watching the festivities from above...with the knowledge that this was most likely Charlie's LAST birthday on earth...I know he can't wait for him to join him in Heaven! Fran Kempa - Thursday, October 03, 2002 at 00:15:39 (MDT) Happy birthday Charlie. joe.cwik - Wednesday, October 02, 2002 at 21:49:30 (MDT) Happy Bd Charlie! I know Chris will be watching the party tonight! Kim - Wednesday, October 02, 2002 at 12:56:16 (MDT) !0/2/02....The art is the same CHAZ painting as yesterday from Junior High. The photo was taken during Charlie's second birthay party....ANOTHER FUN time. The other day Sarah was over and we were discussing Charlie's Birthday.....She asked, "Did you REALLY have parties for him?" And Adam WM. and I answered YES!! We celebrated EVERY year with a can of Pedigree dog food and a candle....the boys would blow out the candle...but it was a BIG THING! I tried to explain to Sarah. I said, "For years, I called him thr boys's FURRY BROTHER and my FURRY BABY."...and he was!..........MOST HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHARLIE THE SPANIEL, AND AUNT MOLLY!!! Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 01, 2002 at 23:22:02 (MDT) !0/2/02....The art is the same CHAZ painting as yesterday from Junior High. The photo was taken during Charlie's second birthay party....ANOTHER FUN time. The other day Sarah was over and we were discussing Charlie's Birthday.....She asked, "Did you REALLY have parties for him?" And Adam WM. and I answered YES!! We celebrated EVERY year with a can of Pedigree dog food and a candle....the boys would blow out the candle...but it was a BIG THING! I tried to explain to Sarah. I said, "For years, I called him thr boys's FURRY BROTHER and my FURRY BABY."...and he was!..........MOST HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHARLIE THE SPANIEL, AND AUNT MOLLY!!! Fran Kempa - Tuesday, October 01, 2002 at 23:22:02 (MDT) Days like today make me think about you even more. After almost two years. I still miss you. I always will. with Love always. Janine <copperstars7@aol.com> - Tuesday, October 01, 2002 at 21:59:13 (MDT) 10/1/02...The art is the painting Chris did of Charlie in Junior High..and Adam has titled it CHAZ. The photo was taken in Oct. 1984, four months old, playing with his crib gym! Monday at work one of the restorative nurses came up to me out of the blue and told me she couldn't stop thinking about Chris for some reason on Sunday. She then asked me if I carried his picture with me and I said I absolutly did and she asked if she could see it. I went and got it from my purse and handed it to her. She said, "you know, at the funeral home I saw all his art, his poems, and him in the casket and all that was very overwhelming." She went on to say, "But it hit me yesterday, I'd never seen him alive." With that she studied his picture and said, "He looks so sweet!" And I said, "Yes Cheryl, that's exactly what he was, a sweetheart." Monday evening I was SO thrilled to find Moriah at the door! I hadn't seen her since the barn show. We visited for a while, caught up on work, school and future plans...and compared some Chris notes! When she left she promised to keep in touch and I believe her!....ALWAYS a pleasure. Fran Kempa - Monday, September 30, 2002 at 23:04:55 (MDT) 9/30/02...Same art as yesterday which I anticipated Man/hand?...but same photo as yesterday, the sweetest doggies in the world, Speck and Charlie, I did not anticipate...but then I am not the programer....wouldn't have a clue how....I'm just the writer and anything Chris related here is Ok with me I guess, no matter how many times it's presented! Sunday evening I went to get some mums and pumpkins from Flower King for the Memorial. Two years ago, I have no doubt, I was at Flower King buying mums and pumpkins for the porch....NOT my dead son's Memorial. While I was looking around, making my selections, I noticed a sign they had made hanging there...it read..."we will have grave blankets Nov. 3rd."...And I thought to myself, "that's good to know!"...And that freaked me out!....Two years ago, I wouldn't have paid any attention to that sign...but Sunday, I not only paid attention to it, I was happy to know it....weird and morbid. Later in the evening, we went to the Memorial, removed the summer plants and put up the mums and pumpkins for fall...I KNOW Chris was HAPPY! As we were leaving, we drove past the pole Chris landed by and saw all the garbage bags there and I said, "oh my God, tomorrow's Monday...garbage day for some but not us....." We had a VERY late dinner Sunday...we finished shortly before 9. I turned on the TV in the kitchen to watch Law And Order but found the very last minutes of the new show, American Dreams.....I was RUSHED back in time...it was almost a flashback...but it wasn't a nun...it was a lay teacher...Mrs. Sindell..fourth grade...but it was a priest, Father Burne, breaking the news of the President's shooting to us. I remembered SO many things SO vividly.....And then, when my mind returned to the present, I thought, "I was 9 years old when Kemmedy was killed....and he was the President yet I remember EVERYTHING about that...Almost 40 years ago... " And then I thought, "if I was 9 then, and 46 when Chris was killed...he was President....He was MY SON!....I shuddered to think how many years I would remember 11/20/00....Until the day I die I have NO DOUBT!....As it turned out, I couldn't watch Law And Order Sunday....TOO many shots of morgues and funeral homes....HAD to turn the channel. Fran Kempa - Sunday, September 29, 2002 at 22:46:01 (MDT) things are going on school started play has started home coming is coming and even though i know chris wouldnt be here at franklin anymore hed be with us still...and i know hed be dropping by a lot to visit the art room and the theatre but insted of looking forward to when id see him or talk to him next like mrs kemps im dreading the day...the day i and many will NEVER forget for as long as we live...the day we all lost someone we loved so much missing you friend - Sunday, September 29, 2002 at 16:00:55 (MDT) 9/29/02....As I make this entry, Cori and I are IMing each other!....Homecoming is Oct. 19, and I wish her a WONDERFUL time....Even though I WISH she was going with Chris...She IS going this year and I am SO happy....she didn't go last year. This drawing is one of my MANY favorites! It's one we have framed and placed above our mantle in the living room amongst MANY Chris things. Adam calls it Hand/Man?....I call it AMAZING....the detail in person is UNBELIEVEABLE!! Once again, I WISH I knew the story behind it but I don't....and once again, I WISH Chris was here to ask...but he isn't. For some reason, the sweetest doggies picture turned up again...don't know why...but they kept me distracted yesterday..as they do most days, they're such a PLEASURE! Charlie had a bath and a GOOD combing for his soon to be birthday, and Speck enjoyed the show! We brought the shepherd hook home from the cemetary last evening....even though the one remaining plant...the Ivy Geranium was still in VERY good shape, I told Adam I didn't want it and put it by the curb of the cemetary road...like so many others....who wants that reminder. The movie THE GREEN MILE was on tonight. I've heard it advertised all week and each time I heard it it hurt...this was one of many movies Chris LOVED! It is one of MANY movies he watched in the basement as I busily worked away in the kitchen/laundry room and he yelled up, "Mom, you've GOT to see this movie!!" And I yelled down, "I will Chris...someday." The someday didn't even come last evening...I couldn't watch it. Fran Kempa - Saturday, September 28, 2002 at 22:55:27 (MDT) The truth will come out. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Saturday, September 28, 2002 at 17:31:12 (MDT) The Fall Of Fall What is it about the season that takes me back in time Everything I do, I find you are on my mind. Haunting dreams find me at night when I try to sleep And every little detail is replayed, and the sadness falls so deep. Something about the close of summer, seems to bring it back Making it so hard to move onward and stay on track. Something about the dying and the fading of the trees Brings my heart to sorrow with the falling of the leaves. How I long to stop it, to keep the fall away But time marches on, and summer just won't stay. I know with the fall, winters not far behind Another lonely season, and the memories flood my mind. I cry my tears of sorrow, and pray for spring to come A rebirth of the earth, and the warmness of the sun. It makes the memories softer, and gentler to recall But now my life is saddened with the nearing of the fall. Shelia Simmons <TCF Dallas, Ga.> - Saturday, September 28, 2002 at 13:24:29 (MDT) 9/28/02.....Same angel self portrait as yesterday. The photo was taken at St. Michaels..."St. Mike's" as Chris called it,while skateboarding. I often wonder if he'd still love it as much as he used to....after all, he'd have a car by now. I think he'd still be skateboarding for the sport and I KNOW he would have loved to have helped ALL the young boys I see in the neighborhood just starting out..Chris would have helped them learn some "tricks" as he called them. This weekend we must retrieve the shepherd hook from the cemetary. If it's not removed by Sunday, they'll remove it and dispose of it. Since it's the hook from the pool yard, the one Chris helped me with every year, I want it back....it has sentimental value. Fran Kempa - Saturday, September 28, 2002 at 09:07:41 (MDT) 9/27/02...The painting is a self portrait. There is a companion piece. One he called angel and one he called devil...this one is angel. The photo is another taken in 1987, three years old and decorating the bathroom walls with soap crayons! By that time we had already identified his artistic talent and were trying to encourage it any way possible...and it worked! Thursday I came home from work to find a message on the machine from one of Chris' friends asking if we were planning any type of remembrance on the corner on 11/20/02...and I just crumbled! Sorry Cindy, I don't mean to make you feel bad...I was touched to know some kids are already thinking about it...but it was another confirmation that the dreaded day is once again near. At this point in time we're not planning anything formal...but that could change. After I composed myself, I decided to go through the mail. Contained among the pieces was our Compassionate Friends news letter...and I crumbled again. To this day , and I fear for the rest of my life, I never know what will hit me and when. Fran Kempa - Thursday, September 26, 2002 at 22:24:43 (MDT) 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 a while to know you're there A breath aways 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 a while To know you're there A breath aways not far To where you are I know you're there A breath aways not far To where you are Josh Groban Lyrics <To Where You Are> - Thursday, September 26, 2002 at 16:06:25 (MDT) 9/26/02........Same POP ART as yesterday. The photo is one of many I love. It was taken the Saturday after Chris' third Birthday in June of 1987. It was his first kid party...he INSISTED on wearing his Superman outfit!..He was SO excited! Today as we were leaving work, a co worker questioned me about a gallon laundry detergent bottle in the back of the van. She said she couldn't help noticing, it's been there for months..."why don't you take it out?", she asked. I replied, "Oh, that's empty." "Then why don't you throw it out?", she asked puzzled. I explained to her that it's my cemetary plant watering bottle...I carry it in the van all summer. I went on to explain there were water spigits through out the cemetary and I just pull up and fill up. She was embarassed and apologized stating she never would have thougt of that. I told her there was no reason to apologize and I HOPED she never needs to carry a laundry detergent bottle with her. Fran Kempa - Thursday, September 26, 2002 at 14:10:01 (MDT) 9/25/02...The painting is the one Adam calls POP ART. I believe Chris painted it shortly before he was killed since we never saw it until after he was killed. It's the painting that now sits above the fireplace in our new room...I alternate it with TREEGUY. It's also the painting Danny Sperry used on the cover of the Churchill newspaper shortly after Chris was killed to announce the horrible news of his death. The photo was taken June 10th, 1986, Chris' second birthday. He's standing next to one of his presents. That was such a cute thing...besides an umbrella, it had cup holders!...Chris loved it. I was shopping at J.C. Penny's today and the John Lennon song, Beautiful, Beautiful Boy came over the PA...that song ALWAYS makes me think of Chris. To me, Chris was the PERFECT definition of the term "sweet heart."...He had one and he was one. Fran Kempa - Tuesday, September 24, 2002 at 22:38:25 (MDT) 9/24/02...Same zebra/tiger sketch as yesterday. The photo was taken very recently of Charlie and Speck. Speck has proven to be a very spirited beagle. Chris would have LOVED him...which brings me to some Chris/dog memories... For some reason for a few years before he was killed, Chris wanted a Chiwawa. At the time I had no desire for another dog, and after many attempts he realized we would not be getting one. He decided that would be one of his first purchases when he moved out. I did feel badly though..so for Christmas 1999, his last, we got him a Taco Bell dog. Poor Adam drove to many Taco Bells to find him! When he opened it on Christmas morning he looked both amused and puzzled. I said, "Now you can't say we didn't get you a Chiwawa! The Taco Bell dog still resides in Chris' room. Charlie has always been a very mellow animal. There was one game the boys played with him that got him the most worked up. I'm not sure how they even discovered it but they found if they got on the bed and all the way under the covers, Charlie went wild! He would bark a very high pitched bark, growl and bite at the blanket. His little saussage tail would go crazy. They called the game "get him " because if I was around they'd say, "Have him get me Mom." I'd stand there and say, "Charlie, get him" several times, and Charlie would. It sounds silly, but it was fun and funny! That was one of the last things Chris and I did together. On Sunday night, 11/19/00, between drivers ed ans Millionare, Chris decided to play with Charlie. He was still in his blue Larry's Foodland sweatshirt and khakis. He got under the quilt and said, "Have him get me Mom.".....and I did. When I drive between the hours of 3 and 7, I always listen to 97.1 Deminsky and Doyle. Yesterday one of their topics was,... if you knew when and how you were going to die, would you want to know?... And all I could think of was Chris. I wasn't in the car long enough to hear any responses. Fran Kempa - Tuesday, September 24, 2002 at 10:31:11 (MDT) most of us are drivers and we all have the potential of this happening. Maybe we would view things differently if the tables were turned. michelle - Monday, September 23, 2002 at 17:13:07 (MDT) Interesting Dave Varga column in Livonia Observer regarding drivers and pedestrians/bike riders. http://observer-eccentric.com/columns/story3.shtml MCS <mopcopsop@yahoo.com> - Monday, September 23, 2002 at 10:45:01 (MDT) The truth will come out. DAD <<<<<<>>>>>> - Monday, September 23, 2002 at 09:08:11 (MDT) I wasn't sure if Tracy's person who got hit by the car is the boy Jake Keeler knows. Yesterday at church our pastor told us Jake had asked us to pray for his friend who got hit on Five Mile. Seems like we're seeing a lot of people vs. car again. Did anyone ever hear anything about the teen who got hit on Merriman by Marquette a while back? Hope he is recovering. Cathie Vyse <Wysetalk@aol.com> - Monday, September 23, 2002 at 06:06:44 (MDT) 9/23/02...Another whimsical Chris sketch. Adam calls it a tiger, I STILL say it's a zebra...unfortunatly, Chris isn't around to ask! The photo was taken during Christmas time, 1996. We were in Buffalo and at Aunt Molly's condo for dinner. From the left, that's Adam W., my head, Grandpa Bill, COusin Billy and Chris. This evening I saw the commercial on TV for the Radio City Music Hall Christmas show at the Fox for the first time this year. That commercial was around when Chris was very much alive..we used to sing the jingle sometimes. I seriously thought about buying tickets for the 2000 show...I thought it would be something nice to do with my family during their Thanksgiving visit...As distractions would have it, I never got the tickets..and as life played out, that was a good thing. We also saw a commercial for another movie on IMAX...Shortly before Chris was killed, we talked about going to see Fantasia at Henry Ford Museum theatre on IMAX. Chris was very excited about that but once again, for reasons not remembered, we never did. I heard about a movie tonight I know Chris would have had the scoop on a LONG time ago...no doubt from the development stage. It's called SPIRITED AWAY. It's a Japaneese animated film and is currently the highest grossing film in Japan. The announcer I listened to called it an "Animated Master Piece." Chris would have LOVED that and I know that film would definatly be included in his current conversations about endless topics. Fran Kempa - Sunday, September 22, 2002 at 22:55:29 (MDT) thank you everyone, for your prayers. I havn't heard anything in the past day or so, my mom keeps saying that no news, is good news. I think she went to the hospital tonight, but she's sleeping so I will have to wait to find out later. Thank you again, the prayers and kind words mean so much...I know Chris is watching over him for us Tracy <TracyElaina@hotmail.com> - Sunday, September 22, 2002 at 21:22:24 (MDT) interesting how all the Falls lined up in mrs. kempas last entry! XOXOXO - Sunday, September 22, 2002 at 15:51:52 (MDT) 9/22/02...Same computer generated space vehicle, "POD" from yesterday. The photo was taken Christmas evening 1996. One thing I never had to worry about was what to have for Christmas desert..everyone knew it would be cake and ice cream. While clicking through the channels last evening, I caught the very last minutes of a Drew Carey show. All of a sudden Drew blurted out, "Marv!" One of his friends said, "Who's Marv?" And Drew said, "That dead kid from high school."....I HOPE that never happens for Chris! Fall is very much in the air today...and I am still, very much dreading it again. But it isn't just Fall...I've dreaded all the seasons for the last two years for different reasons...but ESPECIALLY Fall. Fran Kempa - Sunday, September 22, 2002 at 13:58:14 (MDT) A little bit of Heaven Came to both of you one day. Then soon this breath of God, Was suddenly snatched away. The joy you built within your hearts Has now turned into grief You feel that nothing found in life Could ever bring relief. Now parents if you'll meditate You'll find it otherwise The grief you have is really, A blessing in disguise. The waters of Eternal Life Have freed your babe of taint Twas meant by God that you Should be the parents of a Saint. Parents Of A Saint <Author Unknown> - Saturday, September 21, 2002 at 16:23:17 (MDT) Tracy, I pray that another child is not taken from his family. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Saturday, September 21, 2002 at 00:58:22 (MDT) 9/21/02...The art is one of Chris' computer generated works Adam calls POD. It's some space type vehicle he designed. The photo is another taken Christmas morning, 1996. As I recall, I questioned the boys about their dress and the fact that it WASN'T Christmasy. Chris felt compelled to change his shirt. Even though it had a picture of a shark on the back and read, "Miami Beach Florida"...it was red!...I was impressed! Adam chose not to change which was fine. A flood of tough, tough Chris days recently....and more soon to come. I do feel he is still with me...but NOT how I wanted it to be. Fran Kempa - Friday, September 20, 2002 at 22:39:46 (MDT) The world is cruel. My loved one died. They came to bid him farewell, And I cried. I could not smile for them, Those that came. I could only whisper My loved one's name. "Dry your eyes, he wouldn't want you to cry." Maybe that's right But, why do I want to die? I never got the change to say, "Hey brother I love you!" But it doesn't seem to matter now Because somehow, I know he knew. I don't want to say goodbye, So "I'll see you later is fine" For I know I'll see him in Heaven, That beloved brother of mine. That Beloved Brother Of Mine <Claytia Doran> - Friday, September 20, 2002 at 12:36:48 (MDT) Sending prayers for Tracy's intention. Hope & Faith. MCS <mopcopsop@yahoo.com> - Friday, September 20, 2002 at 08:06:33 (MDT) 9/20/02...Same panel #9 from yesterday from the HMmmm comic book. The photo was taken Christmas morning, 1996. When the boys were young, I picked out their Christmas pajamas...ALWAYS some festive pair, Red and green or red plaid...as long as it was Christmasy. When the boys got older, as evidenced by the photo, they wore what ever they wanted to wear on Christmas morning...and it was rarely feative..just clothes! I did still have control over what Charlie wore on Christmas morning, and if you look closely in the lower left corner, you can see the red and green Christmas collar I chose, and he wore! We met with Mr. Willenborg, Principal of Franklin yesterday morning. I am very pleased to say we added another $2,404 dollars to the Chris Kempa Memorial Scholarship Fund!....I really shouldn't say we...more like "THEY." We were able once again, to make the contribution in Chris' name thanks to the love, dedication, time, talent and generosity of MANY people! The majority of whom I've thanked, some I fear I've left out....if so I THANK them now! AS we discussed many things, the most unfortunate injury of Tracy's friend was told to us by Mr. Wollenborg.....Tracy, please know, ALL of our prayers are with him and his family...and just CLING to the thought I had the whole drive to the ER 11/20/00..."WHERE THERE'S LIFE, THERE'S HOPE"....My hopes were soon erased that morning but we DO pray for your friend!! Fran Kempa - Thursday, September 19, 2002 at 22:51:02 (MDT) Miss you Chris. DAD <<<<<<>>>>>> - Thursday, September 19, 2002 at 19:38:09 (MDT) I know I haven't posted in here in a very long time. I've been thinking a lot lately about Chris. See, a few days ago, my mom's close friend's 13 year old son was hit by a car. He was riding his bike, crossing the street and someone hit him. He's been in the hospital in a coma since. He's not doing well at all, and we're all very scared for him. The doctors don't think he's going to wake up. I keep remembering all the pain and horrible memories from what happened with Chris. It still feels like it's been days since we lost him. I'm asking for prayers, for who ever can spare them. Please, Chris, watch over him for us... Tracy <TracyElaina@hotmail.com> - Thursday, September 19, 2002 at 17:19:43 (MDT) I hear children laughing And the sound brings my soul such pain. Yet I know in my heart, that life goes on, And I must learn to live again. Some days I stay so busy, I don't even realize you're gone. Then there are all of those other days when I feel like I can't go on. Sometimes I think I dreamed you... that you never existed for real, You've been gone so long and I'm just not strong, For my life has become surreal. They tell me it's time to let go And build a new life without you. But the builder is weak, and I can't even speak, And I don't know what else to do. How long will this pain last, Lord? How many tears have I already cried? It seems like forever since my world fell apart, When my loved one died. Along Grief's Journey <By Ferna Lary> - Thursday, September 19, 2002 at 15:40:01 (MDT) 9/19/02...The art is panel #9 from the comic book Chris wrote and illustrated, HMmmm...about the possibility of life on a one dollar bill. The photo was taken in June, 1994 during Chris' 10th Birthday party. For many summers we had a badminten net set up in the big yard. The boys liked to play volleyball with the big beach ball as they are in the photo...that's Chris going for the shot. We liked to play badminten...the boys did too once in a while. During our very recent trip to Buffalo, I had more one on one time with my mother than I'd had since before Chris was killed. We discussed an array of topics and as usual, I was very honest with my opinions. At one point in the conversation my mother interrupted me and said, "You know, you've become very hardened in some ways." And all I could do was agree with her. I said , "You know mom, you're right...I'm the first one to admit it." I tried to explain to her that it was impossible to experience all that I've had to deal with over an almost two year period...and not be impacted by it. I told her I will NEVER be the same person I was 11/19/00..I have changed and unfortunatly, some of those changes have not been positive. As we were leaving Sun. my father said, "So can we come for Thanksgiving Fran?" For some years my parents and sister came to our house for Thanksgiving and sometimes Easter and my sister's house in North Carolina for Christmas. I had to very honestly tell him, "I'm sorry dad, I don't do Thanksgiving anymore...You're perfectly welcome to come the first or second weekend in November...which ever one I'm off and we can have a pseudo Thanksgiving...but for now, and I suspect many years to come, Thanksgiving is much too close to the most horrible day of my life...and I want to spend it alone or at work." They seemed to understand but I thought it's a shame, at almost 50, to be disappointing your elderly parents. Fran Kempa - Wednesday, September 18, 2002 at 22:54:49 (MDT) This is not at all how We thought it was supposed to be We had so many plans for you. We had so many dreams. And now you've gone away And left us with the memories of your smile... And nothing we can say And nothing we can do Can take away the pain, the pain of losing you, but... We can cry with hope, We can say goodbye with hope, Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no! And we can grieve with hope Cause we believe with hope There's a place by God's grace There's a place where we'll see your face again.. We'll see your face again! And never have I known Anything so hard to understand And never have I questioned more The wisedom of God's plan But through the cloud of tears, I see the Father smile and say well done. And I imagine you Where you wanted to be most Seeing all your dreams come true, Cause now you're home And now you're free and... We have this hope as an anchor Cause we believe that everything God promised us is true, so... We wait with hope, And we ache with hope We hold on with hope,... We let go with hope.... With Hope <Steven Curtis Chapman> - Wednesday, September 18, 2002 at 19:10:56 (MDT) when will the truth come out?? anon - Wednesday, September 18, 2002 at 11:11:42 (MDT) The truth is out there and it will come out. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Wednesday, September 18, 2002 at 01:23:04 (MDT) 9/18/02...Same GUY sketch as yesterday. The photo was taken in the summer of 1994. That's Adam in the front and Chris in the back of his beloved pool..the pool we never opened this year...EVERYONE connected with weather ...including the Farmer's Almanac, predicted a "Cool, wet summer.." Once the pool cover is off, it becomes MY responsibility...Since it was already the coldest pool in the world, I saw myself maintaining this pool ALL cool, wet summer...As a result of the weather predictions, Adam W. and I out voted Adam F., and chose not to open the pool.....As the Kempa luck would have it, it proved to be the hottest summer on record for MANY years..don't think we didn't hear about our decision MANY times over the summer...If Chris was alive, the pool would have been opened Memorial weekend without fail...Chris would have seen to it...weather predictions would not have mattered!...He was a fish! When I went to pick up MY yearbook at Franklin last week, the first thing I literally ran into, was an art display set up right by the front door. I was not prepared for that and instantly I was taken back to Chris...Memories, flashbacks...you name it, they happen...sometimes for an instant....sometimes for a day..sometimes longer.. I find myself still geared to High school time...even though he should be in College...High school time is still the way I think...I had it DOWN...With no art college experience behind me, I imagine what would be...but it's very hard....I'm still in High school with Chris...I am trying to think back in my mind and I think Homecoming is coming up soon...Had he not been killed, Chris would have been in college...but I believe he would have come back to Franklin to attend Homecoming with Cori...now a Franklin Senior, and STILL the love of his life... Fran Kempa - Tuesday, September 17, 2002 at 23:44:28 (MDT) Tonight I spent working on the portfolio of Chris's art work, awards and photographs. I just wish it was for application to "Art School" as Chris had planned. Miss you always, Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Tuesday, September 17, 2002 at 00:02:00 (MDT) 9/17/02...This little whimsical drawing, found on a corner of a notebook page after he was killed, Adam calls GUY. The photo is dated on the back, Dec. 1996. One of Chris' works in progress...I don't recall this one at all...and we have never found it since he was killed, so this along with many, was either given away, or thrown out.. but it struck me as SO typical...Creating on his bedroom floor..that is where most of his works were done...including his masterpiece, Edward Scissorhands, and one of the last drawings he did at my request, Einstein. I can STILL see him sitting there on the floor, working away. Once in a while he'd call, "Mom, come here, you've GOT to see this!" And I truly would marvel at his latest creation! I can't begin to explain how MUCH I miss that...not to mention the loss both to Chris and me. To this day, you can enter his room and see an area in the center where the wood floor is clean looking...but all around the edges there are black markings...that is where he went off the canvas or paper while he was working and marked the floor! You can see in the photo a red box full of art supplies stashed under his bed...from the time he was two and still in the crib, there was ALWAYS an art box of some kind under his bed! When Caleb was over Sun. night, we looked at the yearbook together. I had seen it earlier in the week and I have to agree, the Memorial page turned out "perfect" as Cori said...simple yet meaningful....but SAD! And as I looked through the Senior pictures, at ALL the kids I've known for so many years...some since grade school, I couldn't help but imagine Chris' Senior picture contained among them...not at the end...He would have been among the K's...I KNOW he would have worn a suit for his formal picture, just as Adam did. I imagined him wearing the contacts he planned to get in June of 2000, and I even pretended in my mind his braces were off and he was giving a big toothy smile!...He would have been SO handsome, that much I KNOW....the rest, I IMAGINE! Fran Kempa - Monday, September 16, 2002 at 22:55:09 (MDT) It was only one hour ago, It was all so different then. Nothing yet has really sunk in... Looks like it always did, This flesh and bone. It's just the way that we are tied in.. But there's no one home. I grieve for you, you leave me. So hard to move on, Still loving what's gone. Say life carries on... The news that really shocks In this empty, empty page. While the final rattle rocks It's empty, empty cage. And I CAN'T handle this... I grieve for you. Let it out and move on... Missing what's gone, Say life carries on and on and on... Life carries on in the people I meet... Everyone that's out on the street. In all the dogs and cats, In all the flies and rats. In the rot and the rust, In the ashes and dust. Life carries on and on and on... Just the car that we ride in, The home we reside in, The face that we hide in, The way we are tied in... As life carries on and on and on and on... Did I dream this belief, Or did I believe this dream? ..Now I will find relief... I grieve... I Grieve <By Peter Gabriel> - Monday, September 16, 2002 at 15:51:05 (MDT) 9/16/02...Same GUN drawing as yesterday. The photo is another taken in late August, 1995. After the long goodbye at the cottage, it was tradition to go to Wimpy's Hamburgers in downtown Lexington for lunch...then home and back to reality. That's Adam W., me and Chris at Wimpy's. We have just returned from our first road trip to Buffalo since before Chris was killed. We left Thurs. and returned home Sun. Adam presented me with an awesome Birthday gift from him and Sarah when we got back. While I LITERALLY took 100's of pictures of the boys over the years, I never took the time to put most in photo albums...they are all still in the developing envelope from what ever store we had that particular roll of film developed. Adam and Sarah decided to organize the photos for my gift! They purchased an absolutly beautiful photo box...looks like an antique..and has a glass top....where they put two photos of Chris...one as a beautiful baby and one as a beautiful, beautiful boy shortly before he was killed! Adam has ALWAYS given VERY thoughtful gifts...this time he out did himself...I know Sarah helped! Sun. night Bill Deady joined us for dinner...later on we were joined by Caleb! It was SO nice to see him and visit with him...He and Chris TRULY loved each other and I know neither one would be ashamed to admit it! Fran Kempa - Sunday, September 15, 2002 at 22:56:09 (MDT) 9/15/02...The drawing Adam calls GUN. The photo was taken in late August, 1995, leaving the cottage. There was always a long goodbye, everyone was reluctant..not only to leave the cottage, but to see summer end. That's Bill Deady to the left, Caleb and his crutches, Chris, me and Adam W. I don't recall what we were doing but it looks like Adam and I were describing the same thing, we're making the same arm gestures. Fran Kempa - Sunday, September 15, 2002 at 13:43:54 (MDT) 9/14/02...Same interesting art as yesterday. The photo was taken in August, 1994 at the cottage on Lake Huron. That's one of the boat brigades with the Deady kids... and Chris out front leading the way! Fran Kempa - Saturday, September 14, 2002 at 11:06:05 (MDT) The truth will come out. Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Friday, September 13, 2002 at 09:53:48 (MDT) 9/13/02...The art is one of many I find interesting. Again, wish I knew the story behind it. The photo was taken 9/13/94...eight years ago today, my 40th Birthday. The boys thought it would be funny to put all 40 plus one to grow on candles on the cake...That's Chris to my left, he stuck around, Adam took off...the smoke was too thick! This is my second Birthday without Chris. He was always there for me on my Birthday as was Adam W....Adam F. usually forgot. I STILL have the Harmony House gift certificate Adam F. hurridly purchased at the last minute for my 46th in 2000...he came home and found us having a Birthday party! The three of them signed it. I was SO happy I had never redeemed it after he was killed...I miss him EVERY day, but if it's possible, maybe a little more on days like today....And I can only IMAGINE how we should have celebrated today. Fran Kempa - Friday, September 13, 2002 at 09:50:24 (MDT) so many of us are missing our loved ones today, you are not alone by any means. michelle - Thursday, September 12, 2002 at 16:30:16 (MDT) The art is the same DROID drawing as yesterday. The photo was taken in August, 1996 at the cottage. I was happy that long haired phase passed quickly! One year ago today, Sept. 11th had no direct impact on my personal life what so ever...yet people say it's the day that changed their lives forever. I still say 11/20/00 is the day that changed my life FOREVER. It not only changed my life but SO many others. It also destroyed a family. Fran Kempa - Thursday, September 12, 2002 at 08:37:47 (MDT) For shame Yearbook Staff :-( MCS <mopcopsop@yahoo.com> - Thursday, September 12, 2002 at 03:02:06 (MDT) YOU ARE AN ANGEL CHRIS Chrissy B - Wednesday, September 11, 2002 at 21:31:04 (MDT) even though i didn't buy a yearbook last year, just to hear that they didn't post in the yearbook about Chris being class picasso and unforgetable senior just breaks my heart. i don't know who in their right mind that was apart of the yearbook staff would not post that in the yearbook. Katie B. - Wednesday, September 11, 2002 at 20:53:41 (MDT) Perhaps the hardest thing for me is to watch how the death of Chris has affected my wife and Adam. Towards the end of last May there was a small ray of light. We were informed that Chris had been voted the honors of “Most Unforgettable Senior" and "Class Picasso". I would like to thank the students who remembered to nominate Chris as well as those who voted for him. It was a very special thing. However to contact my family members and ask us to provide some photos for the yearbook.......and then omit the photos and any mention of these honors in the yearbook has turned a gesture from the hearts of his classmates into something thoughtless and hurtful. The families of the other students who were honored still have future accomplishments to look forward to. These last two honors for Chris were all we ever will have. Thank you Sunshine and the yearbook staff. Adam F. Kempa Dad <<<<<<>>>>>> - Wednesday, September 11, 2002 at 18:21:56 (MDT) 9/11/02...Adam calls this drawing DROID. I wish I knew the story behind it. The photo was taken in August, 1995 at the cottage. From the left that's Scott Allen, Chris, Katrina Deady, Deady's cousin James Beckett and Caleb Deady. Caleb had broken his foot or ankle that summer. He borrowed Chris' crutches.....Scott and Chris have their bags of penny candy from The General Store. I can't even begin to explain how DISAPPOINTED I was to learn the honors bestowed upon Chris at the end of last year by his fellow students...MOST UNFORGETTABLE SENIOR and CLASS PICASSO were NOT included in the yearbook as we were told they would be. I haven't seen the yearbook yet, I was told by a friend over the phone last night. I was so touched and so honored that a year and a half after he was killed, his fellow students still thought enough of him to nominate and vote him both of those honors. I couldn't be proud of him for graduating, but I was SO proud about this.... And this wasn't something I imagined as a crazed, greiving mother, I was contacted in May by two different Franklin faculty and asked to supply two different pictures for the yearbook...which I did the next day. I contacted the faculty person in charge of the yearbook first thing this morning to ask why...frankly, she really wasn't able to tell me. She commented that "the Memorial page turned out nice though." Since I haven't seen it, I really couldn't comment. I tried to explain to her how these two honors meant SO much more to me...The Memorial page was designed and paid for by our family, these honors were given to Chris by his classmates, from their hearts. I guess unless you've experienced it you just don't understand. This was a BIG thing to me...but I have learned to live with disappointment. One year ago today I was on vacation. I got up before 9 to let the dogs out. On my way to the door, I turned on the TV on the kitchen counter. The Today Show was on. Ther were Matt and Katie with a burning World Trade Center building behind them. I sat down to watch and minutes later the second building was hit...and we all knew then that this was no accident....and all I could think was, "Oh my God, now thousands of families will have to endure the horror and pain our family feels."....and it NEVER goes away. Fran Kempa - Wednesday, September 11, 2002 at 08:33:19 (MDT) I don't know what all this eye business is but I notice there's also one drawn on each of the pyramids...significant? Mary Saia <Westland> - Tuesday, September 10, 2002 at 16:16:15 (MDT) 9/10/02...Same comic book cover art as yesterday. The photo was taken June 10, 1993, Chris' 9th birthday. It was taken during our family party...just the four of us. He had a BIG kid party the following Saturday....From the time he was three, Chris always had two Birthday parties, a family one on the 10th,