A TRIBUTE TO DAD

A tribute to Robert Leslie Wilson

May 8th 1949 - July 19th 1979

I wanted to do this page by telling all that I know about my father and all the pain I endured when I starting pulling records and criminal proceedings. But I would much rather not go into details but to try and bring comfort to another should they stop in and have a similar loss. But, if anyone should want to know the details for help with finding info on their loved one, I would be glad to offer what I have learned:)

Welcome & thanks for stopping in to say hi to my dad. He was a wonderful person from what I remember and I miss him greatly. As I do this page I am going to leave a few poems in between the contents. Most explain how I feel or felt as my life has moved along. Others I found comfort in and I thank all the wonderful people that have allowed me to use them .

Left Behind

Can you look

And still not see?

Standing there

Yet not to be?

A vague image,

a time and place

Through the fog.

cant see your face.

Clouded pictures

of the mind,

still to reach...

yet to find...

That special someone

who's left behind.

Author C.C.

My dad was 30 years old and was brutally murdered by a next door neighbor. I was 3 days from being 7 years old. I dont know alot about my dad except that I yearn to find out more about him and to know he loved me as much as I do him. I have feelings of anger and great pain for a man who lost his life far to early. But then I think it must have been his time or he would still be here. Whatever the reason I love him and miss him dearly. Will this pain ever go away?

Upon My World

Inside, the pain got worse and worse,

till love and hate, the same,were cursed.

All scrambled thoughts were thron aside,

In a desperate search for a place to hide.

Now into this darkened warmth I've curled...

While outside it rains apon my world.

For a different sun I'll have to wait,

So I'll sit here and contemplate....

My fate...

While outside it rains apon my world.

Author C.C.

Does one ever have all of the answers to a loss so misunderstood or confusing? I am not sure, but after greiveing so late in life I think one must look twords the heavens and smile. Not to expect anything nor answers but to look for the good up there and know that your special person is in fact there waiting for you to join his side.

My daddy and I.

Daddy, I'll be there soon. I must take care of my family and do my work here on Earth. But after that we will do all the things that little girls do with their daddy's and catch up on everything. I think of you often and I know you see me and hear me. Please dont be sad at my pain. It is becoming a good pain because I have found a place where I see hope. Hope that we will be together soon:) I love you daddy.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away

Gone far away into the silent land

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for awhile

And afterward remember, do not grieve

For if the darkness and corruption leave