…1986. Owen was born. He weighed 9 pounds, 6 ounces. Big. Beautiful. Gentle. Quiet.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Endlessly.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Screaming.
I love you.
I love you.
Owen on his 6th birthday, 1992
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~ by Linda on June 13, 2008.
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Tags: beauty, child loss, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, Friday the 13th, grief, hope, June 13, June 13 1986, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, Nat Riley, Petaluma, quiet
It seems like yesterday – June 1986: I was working all night, typing my PhD on the only functioning word processor in the department, after the secretaries had gone home. A break for pint each night around 11, just before the pub closed, and then back to write more. I saw the sun come up five times in a month.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Linda.
Happy Birthday Owen – hope you’re having a really cool time wherever you are now! Hope there’s some really good Bob Marley music playing – and a fun crowd to hang out with. Hope you know just how much your mom and family and friends miss you – but are still able to have a good time despite not being with them. I’d like to have met you – cos your mom has implied that you were a really cool dude! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Linda, hugs.
Happy B Day, O.
Love, Lea Kel
in my toughts & prayrers , love sandy
He has always been ADORABLE apparently. What a guy! Happy Birthday Owen!
I’ve heard that in some Asian countries a child celebrates his or her birthday by giving presents to the mother. It is the mom who has brought this life into the world that is honored. Anyone who has gone through the experience of giving birth (especially to such a big baby — mine was 9 lbs 10 oz.) and raising a child can understand this custom.
So happy birthday, mom. I know your love for Owen never dies.
Owen is forever grateful for the life you gave and the life you shared. Love endures all things and even the whisper of his name reaches out to him through eternity.
God bless you Linda for your great love.
As long as you are breathing, your son will be cherished. My heart goes out to you on this day…
I don’t think I’ll ever fully know the depth of love a mother feels for her child.
I’m sure Owen is feeling your love right now, as always.