THIS IS THE MY FIRST ST. PATRICKS DAY KIMI FOR ALL THE OTHER ANGELS. 

 (ABOUT A MONTH BEFORE THE ACCIDENT)

 (ABOUT A MONTH BEFORE THE ACCIDENT)

THIS IS THE KIMI THAT I USED TO GIVE TO OTHER ''ANGELS'' ~ TO LET 'EM KNOW THAT I WAS THINKING OF THEM TOO DURING THIS TIME...

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ~JARRETT

HOW WE MISS YOU!!! WITH LOVE ALWAYS~YOUR FAMILY

HAPPY NEW YEAR JARRETT ~ 2010

YOUR 1ST YEAR IN HEAVEN~WE MISS YOU!

LOVE YOU MY JARRETTALWAYS~MAMA

WE LOVE & MISS YOU SO MUCH! MISSING YOU EVERY DAY.

BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN

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I HEARD YOU CRYING YESTERDAY
AND FELT YOUR HEART SENT LOVE
SO I'M SENDING YOU THIS MESSAGE
FROM HEAVEN UP ABOVE

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YOU'RE WONDERING IF I'LL CELEBRATE
MY BIRTHDAY WAY UP HERE
I KNOW YOU'LL BE MISSING ME
I FEEL YOUR ESSENCE NEAR

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GOD PLANNED A SPECIAL DAY FOR ME
HE TOLD ME WITH A WINK
HE ORDERED ME A SPECIAL CAKE
IT'S ANGEL FOOD I THINK

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I'M GETTING LOTS OF HUGS FROM GOD
HE'S REALLY GOOD AT THAT
AND EVERY TIME I WALK BY
HE GIVES MY HEAD A PAT

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BALLOONS WILL FILL THE STREETS FOR ME
THEY FLOAT UP THRU THE CLOUDS
AND WE HAVE LOTS OF CLOWNS UP HERE
THEY MAKE US LAUGH OUT LOUD

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I'VE MADE SO MANY FRIENDS UP HERE
WE LAUGH AND PLAY AND SING
WE ENJOY THE MOUNTAINS AND SUNSHINE
AND WE SLEEP IN ANGELS WINGS

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I'LL HAVE MY CAKE AND ICE CREAM
AND OPEN MY GIFTS WITH SURPRISE
BUT WE DON'T BLOW OUT CANDLES HERE
INSTEAD WE LIGHT THE SKIES

IF I COULD HAVE A LIFETIME

WITH A DREAM THAT COULD COME TRUE

I'D WISH WITH ALL MY HEART

FOR YESTERDAY AND YOU.

A THOUSAND WORDS CAN'T BRING YOU BACK -

I KNOW ~ BECAUSE I'VE TRIED...

NEITHER WILL A THOUSAND TEARS -

I KNOW ~ BECAUSE I'VE CRIED...

YOU LEFT BEHIND MANY BROKEN HEARTS

AND HAPPY MEMORIES TOO...

BUT I NEVER WANTED MEMORIES ~

I ONLY WANTED YOU!

 -unknown author

IT'S BEEN A YEAR YOU SHOULD BE OVER IT.  WHAT EXACTLY IS "IT"?  BUT DO PEOPLE WHO HAVE NEVER SUFFERED LOSS ~ REALLY KNOW WHAT ''IT" IS? 

                             TO US THE BEREAVED...

''IT'' IS FIVE DAYS AFTER THE FUNERAL AND YOUR WORLD CAVES IN WITH REALITY OF THE LOSS.

''IT'' IS THANKSGIVING DAY TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING TO BE THANKFUL FOR.

"IT'' IS CHRISTMAS WITHOUT THE MERRY AND NEW YEARS WITHOUT THE HAPPY.

''IT'' IS YOUR FIRST DAY BACK TO WORK WHEN EVERY MINUTE YOU ARE AFRAID YOU WILL BURST INTO TEARS.

"IT" IS THEIR BIRTHDAY BUT THERE IS NO 'THEM' TO CELEBRATE.

"IT" IS VALENTINE'S DAY ONLY THIS TIME - NO HEARTS AND FLOWERS TO SHARE WITH THEM AND YOUR HEART IS BROKEN.

"IT" IS YOUR BIRTHDAY AND THERE IS STILL NO 'THEM' TO CELEBRATE IT WITH.

"IT" IS SPRINGTIME WHEN EVERYTHING COMES ALIVE EXCEPT YOU THAT IS.

"IT" IS EASTER AND EVERYONE IS SINGING "LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD" BUT THERE IS NO REJOICING AND NO GLAD IN YOUR HEART.

"IT" IS MOTHER'S DAY AND YOU SADLY REMEMBER HOW HAPPY BEING A MOTHER MADE YOU FEEL OR HOW YOU REJOICED WITH YOUR SPOUSE OVER THE BIRTH.

"IT" IS FATHER'S DAY AND YOU SADLY REMEMBER HOW HAPPY BEING A FATHER MADE YOU FEEL OR HOW YOU REJOICED WITH YOUR SPOUSE OVER THE BIRTH.

"IT" IS THE 4TH OF JULY AND THE CELEBRATIONS REMIND YOU JUST HOW LITTLE YOU FEEL YOU HAVE TO CELEBRATE NOW.

"IT" IS VACATION TIME AND YOU JUST STAY HOME BECAUSE THERE IS NOWHERE TO GO TO NOT FEEL SO EMPTY.

"IT" IS HALLOWEEN AND YOU PASS OUT CANDY  BUT YOU REMEMBER ALL THE MEMORIES OF PAST HAPPY TIMES TOGETHER AND IT MAKES YOU SAD.

"IT" IS SEEING MILESTONES IN YOUR LIFE PROGRESS AND PASS AND YOUR LOVED ONE IS GONE NEVER TO SHARE THEM WITH.

"IT" IS LOOKING AT THE MOON AND WONDERING IF THEY SEE THE SAME MOON LIKE THE TWO OF YOU ALWAYS DID - IN THE PAST.

"IT" IS RECEIVING THE FIRST WEDDING INVITATION TO THEIR FRIEND'S WEDDING AND KNOWING THAT LIFE GOES ON WITHOUT YOUR LOVED ONE. 

"IT" IS GOING BACK INTO THAT CHURCH FOR THE FIRST TIME AND REMEMBERING BUT NOT REMEMBERING AND FEELING THAT ALL EYES ARE ON YOU.

"IT" IS GOING TO ANOTHER FUNERAL FOR THE FIRST TIME AND FEELING YOURSELF SHAKING ALL OVER TOO DISTRAUGHT TO STAY BUT UNABLE TO LEAVE.

"IT" IS DOING ALL THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS DID, PLUS ALL THE THINGS YOU HAD HOPED TO DO TOGETHER AND DOING IT ALL WHEN ALL OF YOUR ENERGY HAS BEEN USED FOR GRIEVING.

"IT" IS BEING STRONG WHEN YOU REALLY FEEL WEAK.

"IT" IS DEALING WITH ALL THE LEGALITY OF ESTATES AND SUCH WHEN ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS HIBERNATE.

"IT" IS A WHOLE BIG BUNCH OF STUFF YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR, DIDN'T WANT AND CAN'T EVEN GIVE AWAY.

"IT" IS GOING TO THE CEMETARY AND SEEING THE MONUMENT WITH THEIR NAME OR EVEN FACE AND IT HITS YOU IN THE FACE THAT "THIS IS REAL!"

"IT" IS APPROACHING THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR DEATH AND RELIVING IT ALL ~ OH YES, SOME THINGS MIGHT BE BETTER, BUT THE VOID IS NO LESS!

"IT" IS PEOPLE FORGETTING AND YOU CRY...AND PEOPLE REMEMBERING AND YOU CRY...

On Juli 24th 2009 we celebrated Jarrett Lee Little's 25th birthday with a balloon release from
the accident site. The balloon release was held at 10:06 a.m. the hour that Jarrett was born on Juli 24 1984. We look forward to seeing where the balloon's land.

Jarrett Little’s 25th birthday remembered by family and friends
by Matt Ledger
With the Walker Co. Messenger

Family and friends gathered Friday to remember the 25th birthday of firefighter Jarrett Little who died Dec. 31 2008 responding to a call in which his fire truck overturned at the intersection of McFarland Avenue and Mission Ridge Road in Rossville.

A group of 35-40 made their way to the site of the accident to remember the young man who “gave to save” as many friends and colleagues can attest to.

The group released dozens of balloons at 10:06 a.m. the time at which Little was born in Fort Oglethorpe in 1984.

Fighting back tears Becky Little grabs a photo of friends and family launching balloons in memory of her son Jarrett Little while her husband Kenny center and other family members look on.(Messenger photo/Matt Ledger)

THE POEM YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ WAS WRITTEN BY TARA AND HEATH CAREY FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL THEY KNEW. I ADDED AND CHANGED SOME THINGS AROUND TO FIT OUR SITUATION WITH JARRETT.

AS MOST OF YOU KNOW HE WAS A GIVING PERSON. HE WAS AN ORGAN DONOR AND IS STILL GIVING TO THIS DAY. WE HAD HIM CREMATED AND HE IS HOME WITH US…HIS FAMILY.

What is Normal after your child dies?

Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone very special is missing from all the important events in your
family's life.

Normal is trying to decide what to do for Valentine’s Day, the 4th of July, Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas and then THAT night the accident happened.
Normal is that you are in a nightmare you just can’t wake up from and realize that the hope and dreams YOU had for your child will never happen.

Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything anymore.

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.

Normal is reliving the accident continuously in your mind, holding your head to try to make the horrible thoughts go away.
Normal is worrying yourself to death that you’ll forget how your child looked because you’re not getting any younger and they are not here to get any older.

Normal is having the TV on the minute you walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.

Normal is staring at every young guy who looks like he’s Jarrett’s age. And then thinking of what he'd be doing now. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.

Normal is every happy event in your life always being backed up with
sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in your heart.

Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were
an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in
someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has
become a part of “YOUR” normal.

Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your childs's memory and their birthdays and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.

Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special Jarrett loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.

Normal is having some people afraid to mention my son….. Jarrett.
Normal is making sure that others remember him.

Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is realizing that your child may have been too old to tuck into bed, but now you pick him up and take him to your bedroom to sleep on the couch.

Normal is days, weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse, not better.

Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a CHILD. Nothing compares.
NOTHING!!!
Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare.

Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.

Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because you know your mental health depends on it.

Normal is realizing you do cry everyday.

Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone except someone stricken with grief over the loss of their child.

Normal is sitting at the computer crying, reading all the things people have written on your childs memorial website.
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for
God.
"God may have done this because..."

I know Jarrett is in "heaven," but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why a fantastic young man was taken from this earth is extremely difficult and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did the laundry or even if there is any food.

Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that Jarrett is gone.
And yet when you say you have only one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed him.

Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a GOD.

Normal is knowing you will never get over this loss, not in a day nor a million years.

Normal is having therapists agree with you that you will never "really" get over the pain and that there is nothing they can do to help you because they know….only bringing your child back from the dead could possibly make it "better."

Normal is learning to lie to everyone you meet and telling them you are fine. You lie because it makes others uncomfortable if you cry. You've learned it's easier to lie to them than to tell them the truth that you still feel empty and it's probably never going to get any better...EVER!!!
And last of all...
Normal is hiding all the things that have become "Normal" for you to
feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "Normal."