2008 Memorial / Susan Coats (Mom)
Your never forgotten, your with us everyday. Your song goes not unsung it helps us find our way. We carry out your mission so others suffer not. Your Dignity and Honor was all that you had sought. Your battles fought so hard your cries left so ignored. You only wanted peace, not another war. But peace they would not give you so you suffered all you could. Soon your battles ended, but ours never would. We miss our Hero so handsome brave and good. Our tears will never end and their tears never should. Close
What is Mother's Day with out you Brandon? Just another day to be in pain like yesterday and tomorrow. I can't stand this world without you in it. It's not as nice, not as good. You made my life a blessing while I had you here and without you now only the nighmare of losing you remains. A nightmare I can never awake from. What sustains me now is knowing we will be together again one day. Without that thought another breath I could not take.
You should have been with me today. You would have brought me flowers and I would have hugged and kissed you. I'm not suppose to endure this day without you. It is so hard. I love and miss you every second of everyday. In my sleep I cry out for you. In my days I weep silently so others can not hear me.
You were taken from me to soon and I cannot get over losing you.
We Walk This Road Together / Patty J. Allen's Mom (POS)Read >>
We Walk This Road Together / Patty J. Allen's Mom (POS) Susie,
I think Brandon and Allen were both gentle souls and their hearts to tender for this world. I pray that they have found the peace and healing that they could not find here.
You have become my sister in grief and I think our son's are now brothers in the home of their Heavenly Father.
You and I walk this long and winding road. Please take my hand when you need the extra support.
As a baby I knew he was a angel. I could almost see the halo. He always bought me joy and laughter and gave me so many hugs. I was intrigued with his smile and angelic eyes and all the love he held. The little angel grew into a fine young man that I was always so proud of. My fine young man went to war and when he returned the laughter was gone. His eyes so empty and his heart so sad. My fine young man was now a Hero. He needed mending and peace as he tried to hold onto his dignity. He was denied that from the city he loved. I looked at my Hero as he lay in his casket and I saw a angel again. My fine young man, my Hero, my angel. Forever he'll be my angel, my fine young man and my Hero.
IN MEMORY / Joyce Blankenship (aunt)
BRANDON, LAST NIGHT WE WATCHED OLD VHS TAPES OF YOU IN CANADA, TO SEE YOU SO FULL OF LIFE BROUGHT BACK SO MANY MEMORIES. I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO GO BACK IN TIME AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. I PRAY THAT YOU ARE AT PEACE. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN OUR HEARTS. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE YOUNG AND HANDSOME. I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN IN HEAVEN. LOVE AUNT JOYCE Close
Does Anyone Care / Your Mom
Does anyone care about the Hero so young who came home from war and used his own gun? His spirit so broken his heart shattered too, he cried out for help, sadly she knew. A history of being exposed to Vets was Dr. Long's decision surely her best? To let the Hero suffer day after day. not even a kind word did she say. Why would a Hero have to fight for his job? Why would anyone want to rob the Hero of pride dignity and respect when he gave his country all of his best? Now a mother forever grieves her child is gone by a city denying they did any wrong. They say I need to forgive the ignorance of others but I am left a childless mother. No sorry's from them have I ever heard, like Brandon, not even one kind word. May He rest in peace but I never will as this wasn't God's plan just the ignorance of man. Close
The Hero / Your Mom
He was the best of the best a man to be admired. He fought to the end till he grew way to tired. His bravery, patriotism, honor and life were examples to make us all think twice. Our lives forever shattered missing our Hero so young. His life cut so short his sung so unsung. A battle he fought in a far away land was not near the battle his employer had planned. His pride and honor and dignity robbed, by a city that wouldn't give the Hero his job. The soldier so weary, saddened, alone, merely just wanted to be welcomed back home. He's gone we weep no end to our tears. He cried out for help why didn't they hear? Close
If/ Your Mom
Had I of known that you were leaving I would have savored every minute with all my being. I would have hugged and held you with all my might. You couldn't leave I'd hold you so tight. If I'd had known your pain was so great I'd lay down my life to change your fate. If I'd of had just one more day I would have have saved you I'd find a way.
I'f I would have hurried a little bit more I would have made it to your door. I'd take your pain away from you as my love would get you through. I'd tell you how we all love you so and I would die if you would go.
My Hero / Joyce Blankenship (aunt)
BRANDON, IF THEY PASS THIS LAW FOR THE VETS, THEN YOU'VE WON YOUR FIRST BATTLE. IM PRAYING THAT YOU ARE AT PEACE TODAY AND EVERYDAY. I PRAY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING DOWN ON US AND SMILING. I PRAY THAT WE WILL MEET EACH OTHER IN HEAVEN. UNTIL THEN, REST IN PEACE, KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED, MISSED,AND WE'LL MEET AGAIN SOMEDAY. AUNT JOYCE Close
Fear/ Susan Coats (Mom)
I fear not that all will leave me not receive me or disbelieve me. I fear not to stand alone on a island top a mountain or in my home. I fear not for what is called my life nor think twice if I roll the dice. I fear not that they will curse me reverse me hurt me or even nurse me. I fear not what I have lost or the cost the price I've paid the path's been laid. I fear not the day tomorrow the endless sorrow each day so borrowed. I fear no foe no man their vengence no hand.
I fear NO justice no honor another soldier laid to rest burying our best. I fear the unheard cries of soldiers the wounds inflicted their lives predicted. I fear a country who's ears our deaf who's heads are turned till there's nothing left. I fear the lives so wasted the families who's pain never end knowing it happens again and again. Close
BRANDON'S MESSAGE TO ME IN A LETTER WRITTEN WHILE IN AFGHANISTAN / Susan Coats (Mom)Read >>
BRANDON'S MESSAGE TO ME IN A LETTER WRITTEN WHILE IN AFGHANISTAN / Susan Coats (Mom)
Human beings are like part of a body
Created from the same essence
When one part is hurt and in pain
The others cannot remain in peace and be quiet
MY SON'S WORDS TO ME I'LL KEEP IN MY HEART ALWAYS. THIS IS WHY I CANNOT BE QUIET AND WILL FIGHT FOR HIM TILL HIS BATTLE IS WON.
I MET YOU ONCE AT YOUR MOM'S HOUSE, YOU DROPED IN FOR A VISIT. I THOUGHT TO MYSELF WHAT A NICE GUY YOU WERE. YOU HAD HUMOR, POLITENESS, CHARM & FREINDLINESS . I THANK YOU FOR GOING TO WAR FOR US, NOT ONCE BUT TWICE. YOUR MOM MISSES YOU SO VERY MUCH. MAY YOU BE WAITING FOR HER WHEN SHE GETS TO HEAVEN. GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU. KATHY
Dearest Brandon, I was sitting here thinking of you and realized that it's three years today, that we lost a very special member of our family. You are however in our hearts and thoughts always. As Joyce said, we were talking last night about when all of you kids were little (oh, if we could only do it again) and were laughing so hard at some of your antics. You have truly left part of yourself with each and every one of us. We also talked about what a fine young man you grew up to be. Outstanding citizen and soldier, yet so humble. You're the man, Brandon! Love and Miss you so, Aunt Gayle Uncle Bill, Brad, Gina & Krista
do you know? / Joyce Blankenship (aunt)
BRANDON, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED AND MISSED? NOT A DAY GOES BY THAT I DONT THINK OF YOU. JUST LAST NIGHT WE WERE SITTING AROUND THE TABLE TALKING ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU WERE A LITTLE BOY, AND WHAT A GREAT YOUNG ADULT YOU TURNED OUT TO BE. WE LAUGHED A LITTLE, AND WE CRIED A LITTLE. YOU CANT POSIBLY KNOW HOW MUCH WE MISS YOU. I PRAY THAT YOU ARE AT PEACE. ON THIS 3RD ANNIVERSAY OF YOUR PASSING, I CAN TELL YOU , IT HURTS AS MUCH TODAY, AS IT DID THEN. I PRAY THAT IT GETS EASIER. WE LOVE YOU SO. AUNT JOYCE Close
The Battle of PTSD WILL BE WON, in your name Brandon...God Bless / Julie Westly (friend of Mom Susan )Read >>
The Battle of PTSD WILL BE WON, in your name Brandon...God Bless / Julie Westly (friend of Mom Susan ) Brandon we fight the battle of our Veterans and PTSD in your name and the name of the thousands who, at the rate of ONE IN THREE are returning with it also.
Help mom to be strong, let her know you are there for her...Let HER see "red"....We need her so (and your Aunt Sally) in this battle.
Unsung Hero / Susan Coats (Mom)
No one thanked you for being the Hero you were. You got shoved around and your cries went unheard. Your pride was lost and your dignity stripped and out of your chest your heart cruelly ripped. No honor was given to a Hero so young and praises to you were never quite sung. So the pain grew to strong and it lasted too long and you couldn't understand why they did you so wrong. The forgotten soldier is who you've become by a city uncaring as if they were numb. But a Hero you are and in your spirit we fight for your name to be honored and to make it all right. Close
You returned From The War / Susan Coats (Mom)
You returned from the war without a parade. Not even one bit of attention was paid to honor the Hero that you surely were. To them the thought did not even occur. For they stripped you of honor they stripped you of pride. Yes, even the job that they promised denied. So you pain grew too strong and it lasted too long and though I was pleading, you couldn't hold on. And though they'd now like to forget what they've done taking away my Hero my son. I'll fight your battle with all of my strength, no matter how hard no matter it's length. An unknown soldier will not lie in his grave for I will be faithful and I will be brave. Though I feel so weary without you my son. I'll never stop fighting till the battle is won. Close
Our Hero / Sally Hellmann (Aunt)
Brandon you were the Hero we prayed for each day. You fought to protect us while you were away. Those battles you fought in a far away land were nothing compared to the battles they'd planned. They stripped you of honor they stripped you of pride. And even though you had right on your side, they ignored what was right and laughed in your face. And you felt the sting of their spurning disgrace. You begged them for mercy but they had none to give. And then when you felt you had could no longer live, you ended your war but we fight it still for our soldier our Hero we always will. Close
Your Birthday / Susan Coats (Mom)
Had I'd of known that you were leaving I'd have savored every minute with all my being. I would have hugged and held you with all my might. You couldn't leave me I'd hold you so tight. If I had known your pain was so great I'd lay down my life to change your fate. If I'd have had just one more day, I would have saved you I'd find a way. On this your birthday I'll lay flowers on your grave. I'll kneel down to God and pray. Please take care of my precious boy, the one who gave me so much joy. One day I'll hug him for eternity. My heart will the mend when together we'll be. Close
The pain goes on every second of each day. My heart is shattered and will stay that way. I miss you so much and long for the day I hold you again, you won't get away. Till then I'll remain ever strong and prevail over the ones that did you so wrong. You are my soldier, the child I love, God keep you in his arms above.
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