Timmy Clark was born on New Year's Eve, December 31, 1991 and was brutally murdered on Friday the 13th of 2007.  He is forever loved and never forgotten.  My son, my life, in a blink of an eye our lives have been changed forever. 

I love you always my sweet Angel Son.

RIP TIGER "MOMMY'S PRETTY BABY"

Timmy with Angel & Tiger

TIMMY CLARK'S 2 YEAR ANGELVERSARY 7/13/2009.  GOD HELP ME THRU THIS PAIN, MY HEART SHALL NEVER HEAL, THE WOUND WILL NEVER CLOSE , THE TEARS FOREVER FLOW.

GO STEELERS

ALWAYS LOVED 4-EVER MISSED, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

TIMMY

 Thank you AV/Laura!

GO PHILLIES!!!!!!

ONE YEAR ANGELVERSARY - GOD BLESS MY BABY

^{MY ANGEL, YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN, NEVER, UNTIL THE END OF TIME, YOU WILL BE IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER. MY ANGEL.}

YOU WERE THE CUTEST KID EVER, ALWAYS SMILING, YOU HAD THE BEST SMILE AND THE HEARTIEST LAUGH, YOU WOULD MAKE EVERYONE LAUGH, THAT'S JUST THE WAY YOU WERE, ALWAYS JOKING, ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY.

LOOK AT THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES, BIG BLUE ONES.  THE GIRLS ALWAYS LOVED YOUR EYES, THEY'D SAY OH LOOK AT YOU WITH THOSE PRETTY EYES AND YOU'D BLUSH.  I PRAY THE MONSTER(S) SEES YOUR EYES EVERY NIGHT WHEN THEY CLOSE THEIRS TO SLEEP AND KNOWS IN HIS (THEIRS) HEARTS THAT GOD'S WRATH IS CLOSE AT HAND AND ONE DAY THEY WILL FACE HIM.

HE LOVED LISTENING TO MUSIC, TUPAC WAS HIS FAVORITE.   HE ALWAYS WAS A GOOD FRIEND, HELPED OUT HIS NEIGHBORS, NEVER HAD A BAD WORD TO SAY TO ANYONE.  HE JUST WANTED TO BE HAPPY, AND LIVE A HAPPY LIFE, BE WITH HIS FRIENDS, PLAY HIS XBOX360, (Especially Finaly Fantasy and Oblivian) JUST TO WHAT TEENAGERS DO, AND THEY TOOK IT FROM HIM.

National Memorial Ribbon
The red represents the violence in society and the
black symbolizes death and mourning.  Angel pins
are worn with the ribbons to symbolize the victims.

                      Some of Timmy's Favorite Things


Favorite Sports Team:                  Pittsburgh Steelers

Favorite Food:                              Chinese

Favorite Musical Group:               Tupac



                  
Hobbies:                                        Football, Xbox 360, Lifting Weights,
                                                       Listening to Music

Greatest Achievement:                 Being able to Lift more than his
                                                       brothers LOL

Favorite Saying/Quote:                Yo, what's up?

Favorite Flower:                            Roses

Favorite Color:                               Green

Best Childhood Experience:          Riding the Roller Coasters

Favorite Vacation:                         Disneyland

Favorite Movie:                             The Boondock Saints

Favorite Song:                               Anything Tupac

Favorite Book:                               Didn't like to read too much

Favorite Restaurant:                     Chickie's & Petes

Favorite Dessert:                           Strawberry Shortcake

Additional Favorites:                      Loved playing football, especially 
                                                        Quarterback.  He had an arm on   
                                                        him that could throw that ball.

                                                        He loved jokes and baseball hats.

THIS IS MY BABY, TIMOTHY PATRICK CLARK, BORN ON DECEMBER 31, 1991 AND MURDERED ON JULY 13, 2007, 15 YEARS OLD.  I WILL NEVER GET TO HOLD HIM, OR HUG HIM, OR KISS HIM, OR TO TELL HIM HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM, ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL, MY BUDDY, MY SHADOW, I RAISED HIM ALL BY MYSELF WITH TWO OTHER BROTHERS, BUT TIMMY WAS MY BABY, MY JOY, MY LIFE LINE.
















I love him forever, my angel, and I miss him so much it hurts.

R.I.P TO MY LOVED ONES
thought I saw your face today, in the sparkle of the morning sun. And then I heard the angel say, "Their work on earth is done." I thought I heard your voice today, then laugh your hearty laugh. And then I heard the angel say, "There’s peace dear one at last." I thought I felt your touch today, in the breeze that rustled by. And then I heard the angel say, "The spirit never dies." I thought I saw my broken heart, in the crescent of the moon. And then I heard the angel say, "The Lord is coming soon." I thought that you had left me, for the stars so far above. And then I heard the angel say, "They left you with their love." I thought that I would miss you so, and never find my way. And then I heard the angel say, "They’re with you every day." "The sun, the wind, the moon, the stars, will forever be around, reminding you of the love you shared, and the peace they’ve finally found. In Loving of Cass Oberholtzer Edward Oberholtzer John Butch Oberholtzer Harry Ross Warren Oberholtzer Timothy Clark

I FOUND THIS ON ONE OF TIMMY'S FRIENDS MYSPACE AND JUST LOVED IT, THANK YOU DIONNA.

PLEASE LIGHT A CANDLE IN MEMORY OF MY ANGEL SON WHEN YOU VISIT, AND REMEMBER GOD LOVES YOU.

Ask My Mom How She Is

My mom, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my mom how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
Because she can't describe the pain.

Ask my mom how she is,
She'll say "I'm Alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
Why does she cry each night?

Ask my mom how she is,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

Ask my mom how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm coping,"
For God's sake mom, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.

She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.

I am here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here,
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.

On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get here, Mom,
With all the lies you told!"