In Loving Memory of
Stacie Jo Brown
Sept. 16, 1978~Sept. 2, 2001
Stacie is loved very much and missed more, by her Daughters, Victoria and Cassandra ....Brothers, Stephen Wheaton, Jefferey Wheaton, Bradley Brown, Brett Brown and Sister Colleen Brown and especially by her Mom Sandy Bennett
My beautiful daughter,
I remember when I first brought you home how delightful you were! I watched you grow into a willful child, so full of wonder, life and love. We went through trials and ordeals, and enjoyed countless times with giddy laughter and tender hugs. You were such a charmer with your sparkling eyes and quick smile. You always knew how to get to me, with your mischievous teasing and funny stunts. I love you so very much!!! My heart aches with missing you!! I remember, like it was yesterday when you went into labor and had your two baby girls, thinking, both times, how weak you acted, the way you carried on!
Now, all I do is trust in God that you weren't in any pain, toward the end, as your young body lay crushed on the pavement that horrible night. I try so hard to erase those terrible images, but they can't be ignored for long. I continue to lift myself up to the Lord for guidance and strength to help me through my grieving process. The ache and emptiness in my heart is sometimes more than I think I can bear. Stace, you are my heart! The words to the song "How Do I Live Without You" ring in my ears everyday. I often wonder how, …. how am I going to get through this? All I think about is how desperately I need you here in my life again.
I love you a bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck,
And a kiss from me to you.
Mom
September 2, 2001, the date that changed my life forever. I sit here now and reflect on that night, rereading my journal entries which bring it all back so vividly.
2:45 a.m. - the call came from my ex-husband, telling me I needed to come to the hospital…. Barely awake, I thought, Why? What could he possibly want?
Then the realization hit me, Oh my God! its one of the kids…
"What's wrong?"... I was getting frantic.
"It's Stacie, she's been in an accident."
My gut was wrenching! I was getting sick.
My mind was suddenly going in thirty different directions at once.
"What happened? Is she OK? How bad? Tell me!!"
His voice trailed off quietly "Just come…..."
I was almost shouting by this time, "How bad?"
His voice, and his next words will forever echo in my mind, "She's Dead ………"
"Noooooooooooo!! She can't be! You're wrong!!" Then,I suddenly felt so weak. I remember dropping to the floor screaming and crying, unable to talk. The next few days were a complete blur. I can vividly recall seeing her in the hospital, lying so still, cool to the touch, wishing I could lie next to her and warm her body... I wanted to shake her and tell her to wake up..."What is going on?" I wanted to wake up and find this was all a dream. But the bitter reality hit me, My girl was not going to wake up ever again.
I barely remember going thru the motion of planing her funeral. Picking out clothes for my daughters last viewing... Her funeral was the hardest thing I've ever endured. Even now it's still too difficult for me to talk about that week.
Then, on September 16th, a mere fourteen days later, on what would have been Stacie's 23rd birthday, our entire family had cake in the cemetery near her grave. I was still completely numb, yet I knew I needed to be there for the rest of my children.
How vibrant those images remain in my mind! My entire world had shattered. I still, at times, wonder if I'm ever going to get past this pain. Sometimes I feel as though I'm going to die! But I continually manage to get through it - one day (sometimes one hour) at a time.
It was about four months after my daughter's death that stark, cruel reality set in. I'm never going to see her beautiful face again, I'll never see her smile, or feel her arms around me, or hear her impish, "Oh, stop!"
I am so thankful that I have Christ in my life. He is the strength that gets me through this tragic time.
Stacie Jo left behind two beautiful daughters, Their ages now are Victoria 6 and Cassandra 5. I see so much of their mother in them. I only wish she could see how beautiful her little girls are becoming.
 Stacie's Photos
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~Thank You~
 
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