Kat Wolf (wolfsfire@comcast.net)
26 April, 2010
God will receive you with love and gratitude for being the kind of human he wanted all mankind to be: kind, caring, loving, to your family and friends. May you rest in peace and may your family remain in God’s loving embrace while waiting to join you in heaven. ~Billf & Kat
Name at birth: WIlliam Robert O'Connor Date of birth: 02/13/1941 Place of birth: San Francisco, San Francisco, CA, USA Date of death: 04/24/2010 Place of death: Roseville, Placer, CA USA Place of burial: Rocklin, Placer, CA USA
Submitted by: Melody OConnor (wilmeloc65@yahoo.com)
William Robert O’Connor was a kind, decent and soft-spoken man who loved his wife, Melody Dawn Spencer, for a wonderful forty-five years. He loved all of his children: William Robert (Elizabeth Peltier), Sean Patrick and Shelley Dawn (Robert Johnson) and his three beautiful grandsons: Maxim Alexandre Osipov, Sean Henry Liam O’Connor and Jesse Robert Johnson very much.
William was preceded in death by his parents: Thomas Roland O’Connor (1945) and Jean Marguerite Smith (1972) and his brother, Walter Richard O’Connor (1973). He is survived by his brother, Thomas Roland O’Connor (Joann Versino) and his nephews: Thomas Roland O’Connor, Jr. (Christine Vincent) and John Michael O’Connor (Shandra Konshak) and a niece, Joan Margaret O’Connor (Mark Smith) and Tanya O’Connor Russell and several great-nieces and great-nephews: Katie, Thomas, Kelly, Nicholas, Ashley, Daniel, Ryan, Andrew and, Walter Russell. He is also survived by his loving aunt, Madeline Smith (Edward Ahlf _ deceased 2003).
William was an automobile mechanic by trade – he loved working on cars! At the time of his retirement (2001), he was an “Equipment Supervisor” for the City of South San Francisco, CA. He worked in that position for 26 years. William moved to Rocklin, Placer, CA to enjoy his retirement years in a new home – free of stairs that he didn’t want to climb anymore! His new house was a single-level home and he enjoyed watching his home being built.
His major enjoyment in life was cars! He worked as an auto body man for many years at his own business at 7252 Mission Street in Daly City, CA and he built two cars for his personal use: 1932 Ford 5-window coupe and 1968 Chevrolet Camaro. He enjoyed going to classic car shows and his weekend passion after retirement was watching NASCAR races on television where he rooted for Jeff Gordon, Jimmie Johnson and Mark Martin to win big! I will continue to watch the races … with you sitting at my side!
He wasn’t much of a vacation traveler, but he did take a couple of trips to Disney World in Florida. One memorable trip there was with his daughter, Shelley … he teased her that he purchased a home and would be moving to Florida. But, it was just a tease … after a long 13-hour flight from CA to FL, he knew that he could not live there and be so far away from his daughter and sons in CA.
I guess there is not much more to say except that I met William in 1960 and I married him in 1965 … he was the one constant in my life and “I stepped into the heart of a friend and found a home” is what we each did for each other.
My husband, you are finally resting in peace and comfort after several years of being in chronic discomfort and pain. A Vince Gill song says, “Go Rest High On That Mountain” … you are so loved and missed down here on Earth. Your family will see you again one day … please, just watch over us for now. You are our Guardian Angel!
I love you Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow and Always!
Melody
19 September 2023
Thinking of you
Virginia Smith <smith.virg@gmail.com>
25 February 2020
Happy Birthday! – Aunt Ann
Ann E OBrien <keepersathome4u@gmail.com>
19 May 2015
miss u brother
Debra Lee Wright <Local12heathen@gmail.com>
Francisco Garcia (fragaroth@gmail.com)
28 August, 2014
May the peace of God be with him and his family.
Anastasia (amlp2007@freenet.de)
02 May, 2013
I am not sure you left because you were very unhappy maybe you just left because you could see not much sense in this life in our world!
But you radiate kindness and beauty in every possible sense! Many who are surely missing you.
I send you flowers and my warmest thoughts to your mom who is probably as nice as you are! Because you are somewhere, even if we cannot see you!
Virginia Smith (Virginia@wholewomanshealth.com)
23 August, 2009
May the Lord bless you with peace in your heart, Donna.
RhoJeanneM@aol.com
04 July, 2009
Today is 4th of July I am thinking of all the times we were camping at Thousand Trails.You were such a blessing my first born grandson.. I miss you, your Mom and grandpa. Someday we will be together again. I love you
Grandma
cheriseinsocal@yahoo.com
12 October, 2006
Sean, we never met, although I always new about you. Growing up I thought about you now and again, and once I was a teenager into my early 20’s I thought about you all the time. I used to go to Holy Cross Cemetary and leave flowers on our father’s grave. Yes, OUR father. I am the sister you never met, nor may have you known about me. I was born March 3, 1971 and I too am a Piscean. I have read pages and pages about you, and how you touched so many lives. I am sad that I never met you, and I will never forget how I felt when I saw your grave stone, just one year after you had died. I felt as if a part of me had died too, and I sobbed for the rest of the day.
Reading about your life, I am crying outwardly as I realize how many things we had in common. Our interests, our ability to love, and many other things I have read give me chills to see that you, my brother, were so much like me.
I too have thought about ending it all – but have never had the courage to do it. I am so sorry you had to see the tragic accident to our father when you were such a young child. I am sorry that you had so many other horrific things happen to you while you were alive. I hope that you are happy and at peace, and I pray that one day, our souls shall meet.
Your sister,
Cherise McGarry
RhoJeanneM@aol.com
11 February, 2006
Two dozen red roses for Sean and his mother Donna Wotherspoon I miss you both so much
02 September, 2005
When links of life are broken
And a child has to part
There is nothing that will ever heal
A parents broken heart….
Author Unknown
Grandmother of Sean M O’Brien Feb 25 1972- Nov 20 1995
suicide- hanging
Sean’s story
http://childsuicide.homestead.com/SeanMichael.html
Donna R Wotherspoon Step 7 1954–Jan 31-2003
kidney and liver failure
https://cemetery.org/N-america/USA/California/obrien_sm.html
Sean.photos
http://groups.msn.com/unitedbysuicide/pictures
“garry bourne” (gazz2@optusnet.com.au)
15 July, 2005
My Son is one of the lucky ones who has pulled through
my thoughts are with you.
Garry
Australia
RhoJeanneM@aol.com
07 July, 2005
In Our Hearts
We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have are memories,
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake,
With which we’ll never part.
God has you in His keeping.
We have you in our heart.
Unknown Author
“Kim Scullin”
13 March, 2005
My heart is touched. I wish you the peace we all are searching for. I understand…my son took his life several months ago. He was my heart and it is broken. I wish I could offer some words of wisdom something that would make it all right again but all I can offer is understanding and prayers.
Kim
RhoJeanneM@aol.com
20 May, 2004
LOVING MEMORIES
Your gentle face and patient smile
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.
The voice is mute and stills the heart,
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one so good as you.
You are not forgotten loved one,
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now our hearts are sore,
As times go by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill your vacant place.
Author Unknown
“Nathan T. O’Brien” (nobrien505@comcast.net)
10 May, 2004
As I was researching something, I came across Sean’s picture, a poem he had written, and some comments from his mother and a poem written by a friend of the family. As a young man of twenty-four years, I was moved by descriptions of this young man who is now with God..Though my own comments are brief and inconsequential, I would like to think they are also proof that Sean’s legacy carries on, impacting even those who never had the fortune of personally meeting him. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family, and especially Sean’s mother, who, by these short accounts obviously knew his deepest and most precious personal traits and nuances like no other person on earth. May God Bless all of you..and may you find solace in the legacy your precious son, brother, and friend still leaves people to this day.
Sincerely,
Nathan T. O’Brien
“Paula Berry” (katz@oregoncoast.com)
04 April, 2004
Sean,
I only wish that I had been able to contact your mom before it was too late. We were friends when we were teenagers, but lost contact after high school. The last time I saw her was when you were just a toddler, and my oldest son was a newborn. Little did we know that in years to come we would both suffer the loss of a child, our first born sons. My son Scott was born in 1/74 and was the victim of a homicide in 11/91. I recall some time back that I got word your mom was trying to locate me. I wasn’t sure exactly where she was at the time, and was busy, so put off trying to contact her until later. A lesson to us all is… don’t put things off, as when you finally get around to it, you may find that it’s too late. I know that Donna knows I’m thinking of her and Sean, and I’m sure she’s met up with Scott, and my mom, who is also now in heaven, and she knew well from spending so much time at our house in junior high school. I’m leaving several flowers for all of these angels in heaven. I leave you all Carnations and Pansies, as they were Scott’s favorite… he said Pansies looked like kids with dirty faces when he was little. I also leave you a bouquet of Baby Yellow Roses with Babies Breath. Just for our sons, who left this earth way too soon, I leave a field of Sunflowers.
Paula
RhoJeanneM@aol.com
16 January, 2004
We are connected, My child and I,
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord that connects us ’til birth
This cord can’t be seen by any on Earth.
This cord does its work right from the start.
It binds us together, attached to my heart.
I know that it’s there, though no one can see,
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe.
It can’t be destroyed, it can’t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord man could create,
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone, Though you are not here with me,
The cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised…I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline, as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way,
A mother and child–Death can’t take it away!
~Author unknown
I am thinking about you Sean and your Mom
25 December, 2003
Merry Christmas Sean and Donna. We miss you both so much. I know you both are together you Dad free from hurt and pain, and with rejoicing with the Lord. I am thinking of all the happy we had in Christmas past, I love you both so much.
PUNNERSMA@aol.com
31 March, 2003
I was looking for a particular poem and I came across your website for your son. I was trying to find several different poems to put for friends and family to read while visiting my only brothers grave. He too, took his own life. I never expected to find the poem I was looking for where I did, but I believe there was a reason I found it there. Bryan was/is/and always will be one of the greatest people I ever knew. I was blessed to not only be his sister, but also his friend. My heart and thoughts are with you. Keri Struckman For Bryan 3/20/77-9/28/01
TigerlynnDi@aol.com
05 March, 2003
My heartfelt sympathy to your Grandmother. She has endured so much. A daughter and a grandson… oh I cannot imagine. May she be at peace knowing you and your Mom are together at last without pain and suffering. I will cherish each day with my son more than ever now. Thank you… Sean.
RhoJeanneM@aol.com
03 February, 2003
Dear Grandson:
Your Mother left us today to be with the good Lord you and your Dad. She told me your Dad was her one and only true love. I know she is at last at peace. She missed you so much and was very sick. We will miss her here on earth but know she’s happy now. lots of pink roses for the three of you Love you Grandma
20 November, 2002
Sean Thinking of you this day with much sadness, love you and miss you so much, red roses for you, grandson.
love Grandma
31 October, 2002
My darling Sean, It’s been almost seven years. We miss you so much. You will never be forgotten. You are in my heart always. I Love you so much Grandma
“LISA WAITE” (lisawaite1@msn.com)
28 July, 2002
It’s been many years since you’ve left Sean, and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I still have a picture of your smiling face that I glance at when I am feeling lonely. I always feel better. To Donna: Although we have never met, I want you to know how much Sean touched my life. I did not find out about his death for a year or two after it happened. Perhaps you remember my phone call? I think about him often, and feel so lucky having known him. He treated me with such love and respect, always making me feel like the most beautiful girl on earth. And he wasn’t even my boyfriend! We could go years without seeing each other, and when we finally did, it was like we had never been apart. He was so special, always giving me stones to wear to protect and watch over me. (I too am a Pisces, born just a day after Sean). His thoughtfulness and insight about the world amazed me. He always saw the good. I am saddened still by his death, and will always wonder why he felt he had to go. I miss him. God bless you and your family. For Sean I leave a field full of daisies.
“Hagadorn, Pamela” (Pamela.Hagadorn@AdeccoNA.com)
23 October, 2001
The flowers I leave you are mums. As they were my fathers favorite flower. I lost my father to suicide on October 8, 1998 and it is still very painful for me. Like Sean my father was an incredible individual and is sorely missed by all who knew and loved him. Time will dull the pain I hope. I just wanted to say that I was very moved by your memorial to Sean and I only wish I was as elequant with my words of sympathy to you and all of your loved ones. Please know that you are not alone and that someday you will be with Sean again. He is safe now and at peace. I like to think of my father as my guardian angel and it sounds to me like Sean is the perfect angel for you…..With much sympathy and respect. Pamela Hagadorn Oct. 22, 2001
“Robert Hughes” (rhughes@comsys.net)
07 January, 2001
Flowers
“Ubaldo Torre” (shaldom@fastlink.com.au)
01 February, 2000
Sitting here drowning in my depression, thinking of you.
People remember this….
People so seldom say I Love You
and then it’s either too late
or love goes.
So when I tell you I Love You
it doesn’t meant I know you’ll
never go
Only that I wish you didn’t have to.
Laurence Craig Green 1970.
“SIWL” (siwl@coupeville.net)
05 January, 2000
To Sean: you are already at peace with God and the angels…you lived only a short time in this world, but had a gentling effect on the lives of your family and friends, who miss you and love you dearly. Your mother has written a heartfelt tribute to your memory, and it is glorious and beautiful, just like your spirit. She sounds as wonderful as you do. May God bless you and your mother, and help her to feel less pain and more peace as time goes by, until you meet again when it is her time to follow you. Shine brightly, Sean, shine like a diamond in the sky, and help your mother to find strength in the light of God. Here is a lovely bouquet of colorful wildflowers for you, Sean, fragrant and free…mixed with bright green, sturdy shamrocks to symbolize your proud and strong heritage. Go Brach, M’aghra…
Judy O’Brien Bur
“Caroline Stewart” (c.stewart@cableinet.co.uk)
04 November,1999
For Sean and Donna
Footprints
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. “LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.”
The LORD replied, “My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
The text of this has meant so much to me over the years, I hope that you can see what I see, he is always with us and helping us, but sometimes he knows that people need to go, I have tried to take my life twice in the last three years, I now no longer feel that way… God has helped me have faith that things can get better, when he allowed you son to go.. believe that he had a good reason, he must have been too good for this world and he is truly blessed, keep that thought.
Caroline Stewart
Essex, England
“RKR31054” (RKR31054@email.msn.com)
17 September, 1999
i saw what was written on the internet, and it touched me very deeply. rest peacefully sean
“Dianna Bennett (Wencea)” (ghost@ij.net)
15 August, 1999
His story touched my heart. I was contemplating suicide. Now I know that I can’t go on with that… I wish his family peace
LovesRoses@aol.com
08 August, 1999
Donna:
I just had to tell you that your tribute to your son really touched my heart. The way I would describe your son from all the touching words spoken about him is that he was an angel here on earth. There are not many people like your son and the values he learned started with you. You should be very proud of him. I can’t imagine how hard this loss must be, but just remember that Sean is a heavenly angel sharing his love with others and making heaven a better place for all that join him. I know I will hold my boys a little tighter tonight and continue to thank God for everyday they are with me. I leave for Sean red roses for the love he gave to others, and white roses for the pureness in his heart and soul.
God Bless you and your family,
Toni Marie
“Vicki Halterman” (86fiero@accessus.net)
27 June, 1999
Rainmaker
Soft, clear formations
Wet, slippery jewels
This is how I think rain feels
When it touches the earth
Spreading out like hot butter
Penetrating the soil
Sliding on the concrete
Making colors in oil
Droplets on the tree leaves
Droplets on the car
Droplets on my cheeks
As I stare into the stars
Puddles form in the streets
Rivers will rise
Floods overtake me
Right before my eyes
Caressa (singlsrch@netscape.net)
06 April, 1999
Sean, I know you have found peace with God. Help my son to find that peace also.
Mother of Ronald {Piel) 3/22/99
Sample8005@aol.com
04 April, 1999
I’d like to let you know that I have delt with the suicide of a friend of mine, and many who have delt with depression and attempted suicide in front of me (well, two dear friends, to be truthful). I’d just like to say, may God keep you in His heart and bless you with roses to help you through your pain.
Margie Boone (ssaturn@swbell.net)
26 January, 1999
Although I never met Sean, I realize how hard it is to loose a loved one to suicide. I lost my grandmother that way, and you never out live the questions in your mind. All I can say is that he with God now and at peace, if you just remember that he will always stay in your heart. Good Luck in your healing. God Bless and be with you all. Margie Boone, Red Oak, Texas
Cycofish@aol.com
12 December, 1998
As i read your memorial to your son, i was reminded of my own loss only a year ago. I lost an old friend to suicide on November 7. 1997. I was away at college and found out the night before thanksgiving that he had committed suicide a few weeks before. The past year I have spent searching for clues or answers to why this happened and struggling to reach closure. Your tribute to your son is beautiful….
Julie Thompson (juliethompson@sk.sympatico.ca)
29 November, 1998
Dear Mrs. Wotherspoon,
As I read over Sean’s memorial it really touched me. It helps us see just how fragile and fleeting life can be. Sean is free now and the pain that must have consumed him is gone. He seemed like very special person. Loved by many. Grief really does suck. Thank God in time it does get easier. Sean now gets to learn things we can’t even dream of. We miss the ones we lose but at least we know where they are. Some are not as blessed as you and I. I lost my dad in a trucking accident 5 years ago and waves of intense pain still waft over me from time to time, but life is getting easier. Sometimes I wonder what this life is all about. It feels almost like a cruel joke. I know people who have never lost anyone close to them. That is when envy sets in. Then I go back to the scriptures and get my reality check. They say nothing on this earth is harder than losing a child. I can’t say I know personally but my Aunt lost her son of 17 yrs to a drunk driver and her life will never be the same. I guess all I really wanted to say was that when I read through Sean’s memorial I grieved with you. I will pray for you and ask God to step up the healing process. It’s only been three years and eight days since Sean left for greener pastures. I wonder what he does up there? Jesus probably has him pretty busy. Just remember Donna you have a friend up in Canada praying for you and your family.
God Bless,
Kim
“Bob & Jane Birkby” (bobjane@email.msn.com)
29 November, 1998
Flowers for Sean
Julie Chen (jchen2@artcenter.edu)
29 May, 1998
I’m very touched by the poems written by Sean ( yes, I am also a fish) … I can understand and emphasize with his feeling as well as his mother’s grief… in time I hope his mother’s pain will ease, but time won’t diminish the cherished memory of our loved one … may peace and love be with you always…
TeresaL895 (TeresaL895@aol.com)
10 April, 1998
Dear Donna,
Words cannot express how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my mom to suicide a year and a half ago. I have heard that time lessens the pain. Although the pain is not the same as it was the weeks following her death. It has yet to lessen for me. I truly hope that time is healing your pain somehow. God bless you and your family.
Love Teresa
Pam Lord (lord@worldpath.net)
26 March, 1998
A son as handsome as my own! May they both rest in peace.
Jennifer Gurney (jennifer.gurney@visionet.com.au)
08 November, 1997
I just want to leave my greatest sympathies, I am a 17 year old female, who thought of suicide only yesterday, i know the pain, after looking at this site i am glad that i am still here. I am so sorry that you had to suffer the grief that was left behind from a beautiful son taking his life, i am sure he is in a peaceful place now free from all pressures and pain.
Jennifer
Maria Pardue (mpardue@huntingdon.edu)
29 September 1997
i came across your touching tribute to a beautiful young man.. i wanted to take the time to reach out and offer my sincerest sympathies. i know the pain of losing a loved one.. my best friend killed himself in 1995, and, although time eases the pain..the loss is still there. i know there will never be a replacement for what you have lost. i only hope that you find as much happiness and peace as possible. i have faith that one day, when the angels guide you to your rest you shall see him again, just as i will see my beloved friend. these are the thoughts that help me move on, even through the hardest times. may you and your family hold each other dear and keep your beloved son’s memory close to your hearts and find comfort that he is at peace among angels.
with love and empathy,
maria pardue
Karen C. Kantor (swkantor@polysci.umass.edu)
Thu, 26 Dec 1996
In memory of Sean Michael O’Brien
Dear Donna,
My heart aches for you. I lost my son to suicide 5 years ago. The hole in my heart can never be filled. He was my first born and only 18 years old when he died.
No one knows the pain that you are going through. Not even someone who has lost a child themselves. Grief is so individual.
I wish you well. Enjoy your other children. They need you and you need them more than you know. They will be the reason you keep going on. As hard as it is to believe life does go on. Some day you will even be able to laugh without feeling guilty.
Take care of yourself,
Karen C Kantor
Mother of Michael John Eisenbeiser 11/27/72 – 3/14/91
Maureen Seifert (Moecow@aol.com)
Wed, 4 Dec 1996
For Sean O’Brien. He is a beautiful boy!
May God hold him in His care until you can meet him again.
In Sympathy, Maureen Seifert
Killeen Andrews (DOXYMAMA@aol.com)
Sat, 30 Nov 1996
May you find the peace that eluded you.
Dan Chupinsky (dchupins.ford@e-mail.com)
Tue, 19 Nov 1996
Do not stand by my grave and weep..... I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift upflinging rush of quiet birds' circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry.... I am not there I did not die. Author Unknown
Paul Newman (newman@mail.cyberhighway.net)
Fri, 15 Nov 1996
Even though I didn’t know you, you have touched my heart.
Susan Curlee (TexEyes1@onramp.net)
Wed, 23 Oct 1996
Dozens of beautiful white star flowers – white as a symbol of your pure heart and unselfish devotion to others … star flowers to remind those you left behind that you are now one with the stars of the universe, created and loved by God. Rest now in peace, Sean and know your short life here has touched many.
M. Christian (MChrist7@aol.com)
Wed, 23 Oct 1996
A bouquet of love, compassion and remembrance for a sweet young man.
| Name at birth: | Sean Michael O’Brien |
| Date of birth: | Feburary 25, 1972 |
| Place of birth: | Fontana, CA |
| Date of death: | Nov. 20, 1995 |
| Place of death: | West Covina, CA |
| Resting place: | Holy Cross Cemetary, Pomona, CA |
| Submitted by: | Donna Wothersponn (DWotherspoon@wow.com) |
JOURNEY OF THE FISH
By Sean M. O'Brien
I am the fish.
Death and birth is my role.
Back from the past, an old caring soul.
For I am two, one never seen.
A seacher of souls, dirty and clean.
This is the fish trapped inside of thee,
a endless journey with mountains to climb,
The life and death swim, till the end of time.
With forbidden wishom, seeing things unknown.
For the fish has the answers to what's never shown.
The first me, here on earth lost and scared,
And the second me, past and furture,
watching for the justice sign. . .
For the King that is Holy,
Show his face,
And begins to end time.
This poem was written by my deeply sensitive son some months before he took his own life. He was a loving, kind, young man who was just too beautiful for this world.
Sean’s life ment something, he touched so many lives. He will live in our hearts always. I pray he found the peace in his eternal life that escaped him in this one.
A grieving mother
I’M FREE – Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free. I’m following the path God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard him call. I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day. To laugh, to love to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way. I found that place at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void. Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss. Ah yes, these things, I too will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life’s been full, I savored much. Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief. Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, he set me free. – Author Unknown
Sean M. O’Brien was born to Donna and Philip O’Brien on February 25, 1992 in Fontana, California. He was the oldest of three children and is survived by his mother, Donna, his step father, Jeff, and his sisters Debra Lee Ward and Nicole Michelle Wotherspoon. He is also survived by his grandparents, Bob and Jeanne Rhome, and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins who all love him very much. In his brief life, Sean did many things: Did auto detail work, volunteered for many organizations and did little theater work. He was very concerned about the homeless and mindful of the needs of others. It is never right for someone only 23 years of age to be no longer living in this world but I feel my son competed his work here on earth. His life mattered. He touched so many people in his short life. But death is supposed to come to old people. Never should it come to one so young, and certainly never should anyone take their own life. I have learned in my journey of grief that all suicides have a common consequence; they cause all the survivors to think that maybe they could have done something to have prevented it from happening. I have come to believe that a suicide is an emotional accident. It is the turmoil and inner unhappiness and confusion that a person is suffering and the hopelessness of where they are at the time that drives them to destroy them selves. Only God knows the pain my son was living with that drove him to take his own life. Sean was a delightful child who grew up to be and loving, kind, and sensitive young man. He spent his life giving of himself and helping ours. He endured numerous tragedies in his short life. He saw his father killed in a hang gliding accident when he was four. Although he did escaped with his life, he was kidnaped when he was eighteen. Sean loved unconditional. He never said a disrespectful word to me in his life.
Sean, being my first born, was my greatness joy. And now my deepest sorrow. On the night he died the joy that fill my heart on the night he was born died with him when he took his own life. If I could rid my soul of the intense grief and sorrow I must carry in my heart the rest of my life but in return I would have to give up all the beautiful memories that I have of him I wouldn’t do it. How empty my life would have been without him. In my life time I have been loved unconditionally but someone very special. Not very many people can say that, but I can. A dear friend of mine who conducted my son’s funeral wrote this poem in his memory.
IN LOVING MEMORY – Today we said “goodbye,” to a loving gentle friend. We may never understand, why his short life had to end. We’ll miss his handsome face, his warmth and delightful ways. Those who know him best, will remember all their days. Some special thoughtful kindness, a word, a smile, a deed. Reaching out a helping hand, each time he saw a need. And though our hearts are heavy, and our eyes are filled with tears, we know the Lord will help us, heal our grief down through the years. We know that he’s with Jesus, in God’s heaven up above. To all of us remaining, Sean left a legacy of love. For love will never die! It will ever bloom and grow, with a beauty that increases, though the years may come and go. We will miss his smiling presence, often with that he were here. But we’ll try to fill our hearts, with the memories we hold so dear.
WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF SEAN M. O’BRIEN, the son of my good friend Donna Wotherspoon By Lorie Pope Pauly, November 28, 1995.
Sean I will always love you, mom – Donna R. Wotherspoon,
mushroomsarebonkers@gmail.com
8 March, 2026
This really impacted me. Hope your family is well, greetings from the US.
LG
Ashenafi@aol.com
22 September, 2000
Leaving you flowers once again dear one, and asking that you protect and love your only son, my father, who has rejoined you in heaven.
Nina
Verena Noelke (verena.noelke@FernUni-Hagen.de)
21 October, 1999
I didn’t know you, but I think of you.
From a feminist to to a foremother in spirit.
Your struggle had been much harder.
V.N.
Randolph Heard (rhear@acpub.duke.edu)
Tue, 05 Dec 1995
Leaves flowers.
Dr. Ashenaf Kebede (akebede@garnet.acns.fsu.edu)
Fri, 8 Dec 1995
Flowers for my mother.
Nina Ashenafi (nashenaf@feaunited.org)
5 June 1977
To my beloved Grandmother, You are in my thoughts, Nina.
Name at birth: Fantaye Nekere Date of birth: December 25, 1908 Place of birth: Addis Abeba, Ethiopia Date of death: July 4, 1950 Place of death: Addis Abeba, Ethiopia Place of burial: St.George Cemetry, Addis Abeba, Ethiopia
Submitted by: Professor Ashenafi Kebede (akebede@garnet.acns.fsu.edu)
Brilliant feminist when almost none existed, dedicated and loving mother to her one and only son, poet and begena (lyre) player, entrepreuner. This cemetry site is dedicated to your memory.
Your loving son.
Professor Dr. Ashenafi Kebede
USA
16 September 2018
Flower left by Justine Erhardt
mom1alvira@aol.com
06 January, 2001
A man as wonderful and loving as he should have flowers. Having lost my mother and brother suddenly within the past two years, I am well aware of the heartache and emptiness that take hold of us. It does get easier as the memories of the good times come to us, but the sadness remains as well. We must remember that we will join them again someday and work hard to make them proud of the way we live the rest of our lives, incorporating ALL that we learned from them into our daily lives. Carrying on their legacy is the BEST way to show them how much we loved them. I wish you healing at a comfortable pace for YOU!
“N’Dri, Valentine” (ValentineN’Dri@NC.SLR.com)
11 December, 2000
HELLO DADDY.I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU TOO MUCH
| Name at birth: | Kouame N’Dri |
| Date of birth: | 1931 |
| Place of birth: | Toumodi – Ivory Coast |
| Date of death: | December 12, 1999 |
| Place of death: | Abidjan – Ivory Coast |
| Resting place: | Kpouebo – Ivory Coast – West Africa |
| Submitted by: | Sadibou Dia (sadiami@usa.net) |
Cherished father of Danielle N’Dri Dia my beloved wife.
Gone too soon, my father in law was 68, he lost an herculienne battle with cancer. He was one of the kindest human being I ever came to know. He was a wonderful man, ahead of his century, a visionary with an incredible open mind. He had a tremendous sense of humor and a very positive way of dealing with people, situation and things. He raised a wonderful family with strong moral values, respect and courage. Even though my wife still believe she was her father’s favorite daughter, whoever knew Kouame N’Dri knows that he loved completely and unconditionally each and every single member of his family as he had a way of making you feel very special and treasured.
Word cannot begin to express the sorrow and emptiness he left behind him. He has been gone for almost a year now and I’m still wiping off tear from my wife’s face every time his name is pronounced, as she is still devastated and in shock.
Our Daughter Marielle and our two sons Souleymane and Ardo will not have you around while growing but will definitely hear all the stories about you. We will treasure your memory forever. With you gone, our lives will never be the same but then again heaven won’t be the same either with someone like you over there. I renew my promise to you that I will love, cherish and honor your daughter till death do us part. I will be there for her and make sure she gets back on her feet. Sorrow is the memory of a happy yesterday and memory live on and on while sorrow fade away. May the sorrow that Danielle is feeling now eventually give way. May the memories she cherishes give her the strength to face each future day.
If that old saying is true “All you take with you when you die is what you have given away during your life” then my father in law is the wealthiest man in heaven. Rest in peace my dear father in law.
mon petit papa cheri,
I do not know how to go on without you at my side, how to carry on. I would give anything just to see you again and tell you how much I love you. How I wish I could call you on the phone, hear you tease mom so tenderly, laugh at your jokes, smile at your mimics and taste one of your specially made form scratch dishes. My heart is grieving for you every day, I cannot believe that I will never see you again.
Beside his close family, Kouame N’Dri also leaves many relatives who are still mourning his death.
Veuve N’Dri Kouame nee Tanoh Adjoua dite Aya
Monsieur N’Dri Kouame Anderson, Madame et enfants a Abidjan et aux Etats Unis;
Monsieur N’Dri Koffi Aristide Bekansse, Madame et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur N’Dri N’Guessan Marthurin, Madame et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur et Madame Zie Desire nee N’Dri Affoue Eugenie et enfants aux Etats Unis;
Monsieur et Madame Kpessou nee N’Dri Amoin Julienne et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur N’Dri Kouassi Thomas, Madame et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur et Madame Dia nee N’Dri Adjoua Danielle et enfants a Abidjan et aux Etats Unis;
Monsieur N’Dri N’Goran Valentin, Madame et enfants aux Etats Unis;
Les enfants N’Dri Brou Ignace;
N’Dri Adjoua Brigitte, N’Dri Amenan Marguerite, N’Dri N’Guessan Albertine;
Monsieur et Madame Konan Raymond et enfants a Abidjan;
Nanan Loukou Kouame, chef de village de Kpouebo – Toumodi;
Monsieur Kouandjani Kouassi, chef de la grande famille Klouadjo a Kpouebo;
Monsieur Kouakou Thengue, chef de la famille Aboua Ahoussou a Kpouebo;
Monsieur Kouadio Bah Celestin chef adjoint des ressortissants de Kpouebo a Abidjan;
Monsieur Assienin Yoboue Celestin, Chef de famille a Abidjan;
Madame Boisard Marie et enfants a Abidjan et a Nice;
Monsieur Tanoh Asse Lucien, notable a Kpouebo, freres et soeurs;
Madame Ahoussou Tanoh et enfants a Yamoussoukro;
Madame Ahoussou Adjoua et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur Kouame Brou, Dames Kouame N’Goran et Kouame Loukou a Kpouebo;
Pasteur Konan Marcelin Madam et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur N’Goran N’Guessan a Frat. Mat a Abidjan;
Madame N’Da Amoin et enfants a Kpouebo;
Veuve N’Guessan Ahou et enfants a Kpouebo;
Madame Boisard Monique et enfants a Abidjan;
Monsieur Abrougoua Michel, chef de famille a Abidjan;
Madame Kouakou Janvier Amoin;
Monsieur Kouakou Kan Martial freres et soeurs a Man, Abidjan et Kpouebo;
Monsieur et Madame Daffo nee Adjoua N’Galie et enfants a Paris et a Abidjan;
Monsieur et Madame Aduko Jerome et enfants a Abidjan et a Paris;
Monsieur Tanoh Kouame Binto, Madame et enfants a Kpouebo et a Abidjan;
Monsieur et Madame Yao Konan Andre nee Kouakou Abou Irene a Abidjan;
Madame Loukou nee Kouakou Be Madeleine et enfants a Abidjan;
Madame Kouakou Affoue Helene et enfants a Abidjan;
Les representants de la communaute Kpoueboise a Abidjan;
Les familles alliees Ouassa, Kore, Tokpan, Zie, Kpessou, Dia, Boni.
“Seigneur Dieu, protege et benis tous ceux que j’ai aimes et laisses sous ta garde en quittant cette terre” Amen!
Name at birth: KATHY Date of birth: 12/31/46 Place of birth: PENNSYLVANIA USA Date of death: 7/09/97 Place of death: OAKLEY CA USA Place of burial: OAKLEY CA USA
Submitted by: james murray (kmurray317@AOL.COM)
SHE JUST COULDN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH