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christol jones
 
Remember when we have our birthdays, we would see who would be the first one to call at 12:00 midnite?   You know you could always make that call and tease us when you were the first one.

Happy Birthday, Stanley!  I know your smiling down on us with something funny to say.

Loving you always,
Mommy 
janeen aka butt
 
4 23 11 was a bad day for me n my family with out u here your jokes your smiles we miss all that why he was a good bro n dad n son n friend to every body we left with nothing but memories but good ones i luv u bro ........ loved n missed always in my heart n on my mind
Mommy
 
Remember the New Year's eve we spent at the hospital because Janeen ran into the side of our building and left part of her eyebrow on the building and we laughed after we got home.  Remember the first New Year's you spent from me when you and M went to New York on the bus,  I was so worried the whole time you were gone, looking for you on tv at Times Square.
Happy New Year's Baby Boi!
Love, Mommy
Tiona
 
Savon:
You definitely were my friend to the end. Although I can't really call this the end, because you're still in my heart and your family is still in my prayers. I see your mother from time to time..she hasn't aged! I remember hanging out on 8th Street (which is where I met you), still haven't gotten my sneakers (lol - insider) which was the beginning of our acquaintance. A simple question about sneakers!  Who would've thought that that would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I remember seeing you downtown from time to time when I was on my lunchbreak and how we'd clown on Market St. mall during my break. Not once did we see each other and not laugh about something...ANYTHING. I remember your stories (LMAO)..which I'll keep to myself, but WHOA dude..hilarious!! The best memory I have of you is when you drove passed Rodney Square and I was standing there..you stopped the car, screamed my name out the window, and BACKED UP DOWN KING STREET! LoL We rode up 4th Street laughing,joking and listening to music all the way to my house. The last time we saw each other instead of just dropping me off we sat outside and talked for a good while. It was a really sunny day and we were talking about all kinds of things..life, happiness, family, your kids..I mean everything! That was us though..we could talk about anything..you name it and we talked about it. I still remember my reaction when I learned of your passing..I mean, mouth dropped... I NEVER read the paper, but that day I happened to and there it was in black n white..clear as the Bermuda sea water. I still hurt knowing that I can't pick up the phone and call, talk trash, yell at you on your answering machine only to have you call me back and say, "Whats up witchu..what kinda message was that?!" LoL, hear your voice or laugh. But then I think about all the times that we'd hung out and all the laughs that we enjoyed and a smile always seems to creep up on me (*like now*). You were my friend and I appreciate you, the fun, the laughs, the smiles, the everything! And as your friend, for as long as I live you will never be forgotten :) Dude, I love you like a fat kid loves cake! Continue to watch me grow and I promise to forever keep you in my heart! **kiss*kiss**
xoxoxoxoxo
   Tiona :)
Mommy November 16, 2010
 

 Dear Stanley,

 You did not merely die, my son, but you were brutally, brutally murdered,
And my anger yet and still totally magnifies my grief.
Love and hate are clean and filthy water now
Spilling through my veins like hell unleashed.

I want to mourn, but vengeance still; still clouds my sorrow;
I would but kill, but still there would be no peace;
I would but weep, but weeping is a river
That flows with vast intention to the sea.

I must, I must confess that I have lost you, my son
And find a place to plant my plucked-out love,
I and I must look to Jah now for justice...not revenge, to free you
To rest in peace, my son.

Loving and Missing you always,

Mommy

 

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