Remembrance is a golden chain Death tries to break, but all in vain. To have, to love, and then to part Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart. The years may wipe out many things But some they wipe out never... Like memories of those happy times When we were all together.
Please keep in mind, that while He will not always calm the storm around us, our Saviour, Jesus Christ will ALWAYS calm the storm within us if we draw to His side.
He has comforted me He will comfort you.
"The mention of my child's name may bring
tears to my eyes, But it never fails to bring
music to my ears. So let me hear the beautiful
music of his name. It soothes my broken heart
and sings to my soul."
Oil Portrait of Terry's Senior picture
My child -
With my eyes - I see you,
With my mind - I think of you,
With my heart - I love you,
With my arms - I reach for you,
With my feet - I walk with you,
With my voice - I talk with you,
With my silence - I remember you,
With my laughter - I rejoice with you,
With my tears - I grieve for you,
With my entire heart, mind, body, and soul -
I long for you.
They say there is a reason,
They say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason will change the way we feel.
For no-one knows the heartache that lies behind our smiles,
No-one knows how many times we have broken down and cried.
We want to tell you something,
So there will be no doubt,
You are so wonderful to think of,
BUT SO HARD TO LIVE WITHOUT.
Terry was born at 2:19 p.m. on January 29, 1976 in the Jackson Parish Hospital, Jonesboro, Louisiana. He weighed 7 lbs. 0 oz. and was 21 inches long. The most beautifully formed child I had ever seen. In my eyes he did not have a single flaw….he was perfect in every way. Terry was an only child for four years. I worked days and his father worked nights so he spent all his time with one of us which, I believe, resulted in his maturing early. At four he became a big brother with the birth of his brother, Charlie. Two years later his youngest brother, Mike, was born. A strong bond developed between the boys. People marveled at how they played and worked together with never a cross word passing between them. No one could believe that these were brothers….sibling rivalry simply did not exist in their relationship. I remember their grandpaw (my dad) commenting with pride any time the boys relationship came into a conversation, at how he enjoyed watching them work together because they got along so well and were always willing to help each other out until the job was done. Dad didn’t give a lot of compliments so it always made me so proud that one of the few he gave was to my children.
Academically, Terry always amazed me. He seemed to absorb knowledge. He excelled in mathematics – something he certainly didn’t inherit from his mom. He had a very analytical mind. You could almost see his mind working when he began to dissect a problem. Terry participated in organized sports for a short period of time during middle school. He joined the Sikes Middle School football team. Sikes was a very small community based school and at that time was attempting to revive its sport programs. He enjoyed the team spirit and became a pretty good player.
When he was in the sixth grade we moved to Winnfield, Louisiana and he changed to the Winnfield Middle School program. At this school he became interested in playing the trumpet and joined the school band. The following year the family moved to Natchitoches, Louisiana, where he continued to play the trumpet in the school band through junior high and high school. His expertise earned him repeated recognition and a scholarship to Northwestern State University. During his college career Terry explored several different areas of study – Industrial Technology, Biology, and Nursing.
Terry became a father 18 months before his death. A daughter, he named Kaitlin Lois, after my mother, Annie Lois. He loved his granny and was so proud to name his child after her. He proved to be just as loving a father as he was a son, brother, and friend.
It has been 9 years since Terry’s death. I still question how, why and exactly what happened... questions that will never be answered. At approx. 3 a.m. on the morning of Apr 8, 2001 our telephone rang. My husband answered it and our lives changed forever.
On January 12, 1997 my oldest sister, Geri Free, died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 49. On March 17, 1997 my mother, Lois Thompson, died of stomach cancer at the age of 68. On April 16, 1997 my 2nd oldest sister, Jan McKenzie, died from a failed bone marrow transplant at the age of 43. All 3 of these wonderful souls gone within a matter of weeks. I thought the worst thing that could happen had happened. April 8, 2001 I found out how very wrong I was.
When my oldest sister died,our mother was in the end stages of her battle with stomach cancer. The only thing she every said to me about Geri’s death was – “this is not the way it’s supposed to be.” All I could say at the time was – “no, momma, it’s not.”
I can not begin to remember how many times I have screamed inside – “THIS IS NOT THE WAY IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE!” No parent should have to bury their child. We are supposed to grow old and our children are supposed to become the parents and we the grandparents….and the cycle goes on and on.
My child, Richard Terrence (Terry) Hatten, is buried on the right side of his Granny in the Sikes Baptist Church Cemetery in Sikes, Louisiana - the place reserved for me. My place had to be moved a little further over. That should not be. I grieve for the life he will never know. I grieve for the child he left behind...the child too young to remember her wonderful dad and how much he loved her – yet she cries for him. She cries for the dad she so desperately wants and needs.
No, Momma…..that is certainly not the way it’s supposed to be.
(Kaitlin at Terry's Bench)
RICHARD TERRENCE HATTEN "TERRY" January 29, 1976 ~ April 8, 2001
To the living, I am gone; To the sorrowful, I will never return; to the angry, I was cheated. But to the happy, I am at peace; and to the faithful, I have never left. I cannot speak, but I can listen; I cannot be seen, but I can be heard. So as you stand upon the shore gazing at a beautiful sea, remember me. As you look in awe at a mighty forest, and its majesty, remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts and your memories of the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed, and the times we loved. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone from your side.
A Life that Touches the Hearts of
Goes on Forever.
I was looking up at the stars and giving themeach areason why I love you. I was doing great...until I ran out of stars.
My Precious Terry, I still look for You to come walking through the door,
Instead, you walk through my Heart.
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."
Richard Terrence "Terry" Hatten
Born an Angel, January 29, 1976,
Became a Heavenly Angel April 8, 2001
A Perfect Angel - 4 Days Old
The Joy of My Life - 16 Months
A Little Man - 7 Years
A Loving Man - 24 years
Our Lives will be Forever Autumn Because You are not Here, My Child
Of the many things that I have heard said about Terry, the one said by my husband shortly after his death has stayed with me and has served as my best description of his life. I can not remember who he was talking to but he chokingly made the statement that Terry was not perfect, but he was damn close! And he was damn close! I have never known a more loving and caring person. From childhood to adulthood, Terry approached every moment of his life with regard for someone else - always putting his feelings and desires on the back burner. My son gave me, and everyone he touched, inspiration and tons of love. No more loving a man have I ever known.
A few months after losing Terry, my husband and I were dining at a local Chinese Restaurant. We had spent nearly the entire meal talking about my fear of whether I was doing what Terry would want concerning his daughter. As anyone that dines at Chinese restaurants knows, at the end of the meal you are given fortune cookies. I was still questioning myself when I opened my cookie. Within seconds I was crying uncontrollably. Terry had sent me a clear message.
Double Click on the Cookie to see Terry's message. Double Click on the Cookie to read Ter's msg)
I had never before, or since, received a message like this one.
Terry, I swore I'd love you til the end of forever (Really, how could I not).... When the sun shines or when it rains... in your daughter's eyes.... I see you, my son, in everything.
Don't ask me to forget...don't ask me not to cry.... My love and my grief will never die.
T-rusting and loyal; an... E-xtraordinary man among men. R-ighteous in thought and deed. You are... R-emembered with love, for along with you...
Y-ou took my heart.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind... for tomorrow may never come. -George Carlin
Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died you know. Don't worry about hurting me further, The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry, I'm already crying inside.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent, pretending he didn't exist. I'd rather you mention my Child, knowing that he has been missed.
You ask me how I am doing, I say "okay" or "fine." But healing is something ongoing, I feel it will take a lifetime.
"He whom we love and lose
is no longer where he was before. He is now wherever we are." -St. John Chrysostorn
THE BOYS (1988) Back - Terry (yellow), Big Mike (red) Center - Charlie (red/white stripe), David (blue) Bottom - Little Mike (w/sleeves), Matt (sleeveless)
May 18, 2007 2230 days since I last looked into your beautiful eyes, felt your touch, and heard the sound of your voice... the sound of your laughter. But yet, I still know the feel, the sight and the sound of you. I see you, I feel you, and I hear you within my heart.
I have become quite good, At hiding the pain and the tears... The “others” do not see.
They cannot see the pain hidden deep inside, They cannot see the steady flow of tears kept inside. I laugh and play, work and pray each day... The “others” do not see.
They think I have moved on, Found closure at last; They simply can not understand this shattered heart... The "others" do not see.
No length of time nor magic pill will mend this broken heart. With all the miracles of modern medicine, With all the marvels of this world, There simply is no cure for a grieving, shattered heart... The "others" do not see.
"Lives of great men all remind us We can make our life sublime; And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;--" Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Psalm of Life"
A combination from English and Latin origins. “Richard” –meaning powerful, “Terrence” –meaning tenderness, grace, and goodness. (What a perfect name I so unwittingly gave my child. At the time, I thought I was naming him after his dad and the actor, Terence Hill!)
Every second of every minute of every hour of every day, I am...
This personalized angel pin has been created in memory of Terry by Ms. Rosemary Trevino - Designs by Rosemary. It is approximately 2 inches in length and can be worn as a pin or can be ordered framed for display. Orders can be made through the following link - http://www.designsbyrosemary.com/terryhatten.html
Terry's Gran-Paw - Charlie Gerald Thompson (January 31, 1927 - September 10, 2004)
On this journey, that no parent willingly takes, I am encountering some loving and courageous souls. The following is a tribute to those Angels and their families. You have touched my life in ways I find hard to explain.
Please visit their websites and light a memorial candle. Keep them and their families and friends in your thoughts and prayers.
When Terry left this life, I found some comfort in knowing that Terry's Granny and Aunts were with him in Heaven. Since that time, Terry's Gran-Paw and Uncle have also joined our Heavenly family, adding to his circle of love. Over time I have found added comfort in knowing these Angels are also by his side. God be with each and every one of you and know that you and your Angels will remain in my thoughts and prayers always.
He touched the hearts of all who knew him, and left his footprints in our hearts. Always loving, always loved...to know Terry is to love him and to be loved unconditionally.
In honor of Terry's loving and giving nature, I have found two worthwhile children's organizations to which I donate in his honor. I encourage you to find your own way to honor your loved one and keep their memory alive. I have found that simple acts of kindness done in Terry's name not only help the recepient - but they also give our family some comfort.
St. Judes Children's Research Hospital, 332 N. Lauderdale Memphis, TN 38105. This world renowned children's hospital has been the salvation for so many children and their families since opening its doors in 1962. Please visit their site : http://www.stjude.org/ and learn about its beginnings, its accomplishments, and most importantly - how you can help. One time donations or monthly donations are gratefully accepted. We make a small monthly donation of $19 in memory of Terry. In return we receive a monthly news letter of a child - his or her story, treatment program, and progress report. Their pictures are on our refrigerator where we can see them every day. It feels good to know that, in our small way, we are helping someone elses child in Memory of our own.
The Natchez Childrens' Home, 806 North Union Street, Natchez, MS. 39121-2028. Since 1816 it has been the home to thousands of abused and neglected children. The privately funded, Christian group home is located in historic Natchez, Mississippi and serves youngsters throughout the region. The website (http://natchezchildrenshome.org/home.htm) has a list of their current needs such as household items and school supplies for the children. Or cash donations can be made via mail or online through PayPal. An excellent and worthwhile organization for the care and protection of children between the ages of 0 - 18. Currently I am buying two of everything as I purchase school supplies for my grandchildren. One of each item will be mailed to the Children's Home with one of Terry's "In Loving Memory" cards enclosed. A small way to help these children while keeping Terry's memory and loving nature alive.
Thank You for
being My Child
Some of the things that Terry Loved:
If I could have a lifetime wish, A dream that would come true, I would pray to God with all my heart for yesterday and you.
A thousand words can't bring you back; I know because I tried.
And neither will a million tears, I know because I’ve cried.
You left behind a broken heart And happy memories too...
But I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.
Richard TerrenceGod shall wipe all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things have passed away. -Revelations 21:4-
Your Brothers and Dad - 2006
While you are visiting Terry’s site we would love for you to light a candle or leave a memory you have of him in the Tributes section. His memory will live on in the hearts of those that love him.
April 8, 2009 / Mom
The years continue to slip away but not a single day has come and gone that you have not been in my thoughts, in my heart. I woke this morning and wondered how many people remember what today is. It is so important to me that you be remembered for ...
Im happy I finally registered / Gregory Coningham
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Happy Birthday Terry! / Teri Drebit (Jaime's Mom)
~REMEMBERED FOREVER...FORGOTTEN NEVER~ / CATHY~MOM OF DAVID GIRAUD((BARBARA))
~REMEMBERING RICHARD, ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS~ / CATHY~MOM OF DAVID GIRAUD
An AMAZING BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN / Linda Fatheree (Friend of his mom )Read >>
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