Forever 19
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Have you ever lost a loved one? Perhaps a child? How did you handle the pain? Did you feel empty, want to give up on life? This book tells how one mother dealt with the pain and loss of a beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter who died as the result of a tragic accident. Love and faith helped the family cope with the emptiness and sadness.
Kaye S. Beechum
Kaye Beechum is a mother of four, two boys and two girls. After eleven years of marriage, she became a single parent and struggled with her career as well as motherhood. She has finally decided to share her story of the tragic loss of her youngest daughter, who died as the result of a traffic accident when she was only nineteen. This is Kaye’s first book, although she has written many articles for professional magazines as well as training manuals. The crossover from professional writing to the writing of a book has been a challenge.
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Forever 19 - Kaye S. Beechum
Copyright © 2015 Kaye S. Beechum.
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ISBN: 978-1-5127-1964-2 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2015918871
WestBow Press rev. date: 11/10/2015
Contents
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Chapter The Accident
Chapter In the Hospital
Chapter Birth and Infancy
Chapter Childhood
Chapter Tween and Teen Years
Chapter The Young Woman
Chapter Saying Good-Bye
Chapter Grieving
Chapter Cheryl’s Final Gift
Chapter Memories of Cheryl
To George, Gordon, and Coral Joy, my three loving, unique, and special children, who have waited a very long time for me to put this story on paper.
DEDICATION%20PAGE%20PHOTO%20BEECHUM%20KIDS.jpgFarewell beloved child! The bright eternal doors have closed after thee, we shall see thy sweet face no more. Oh, woe for them who watched thy entrance into heaven, when they shall wake and find only the cold gray sky of daily life, and thou gone forever!
—Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin
Acknowledgments
There are three people without whose help this book may never have been completed—my daughter, Coral Joy; her son, Geoffrey; and a young lady, Sara, whom we think of as a family member (and hopefully she will be one day). Each of these individuals used his or her special talents to supplement my meager writing skills.
Coral read, reread, made suggestions, and helped with memories almost forgotten as we worked closely on developing and completing this book. We spent many hours reminiscing, sharing stories, and crying together. Even after all these years, the pain of loss for both of us was ever present. I am so grateful she was willing and able to help me bring my dream to completion.
Geoffrey has an artistic bent, which he seldom has time to express. He was only three years old when we lost his auntie Cheryl, and he never got to know her very well. She loved him dearly and would be so pleased to know he drew such a loving sketch of her. I was happy when he agreed to do this, as he felt he might not do her justice. He did just fine.
Sara is a special friend of another son of Coral’s, Greg. Sara and Greg are computer nerds
and work well together. Sara’s specialty is graphics, and I asked her whether she could assist with preparing all the images and photos to the particular specifications required by the publisher. She did so happily.
I participate in a weekly creative writing workshop, and I would be remiss if I did not thank the entire group for their encouragement as I struggled and worked on developing my writing skills.
My deepest thanks to everyone who has helped me make this book possible.
Introduction
My daughter Cheryl Jean has been gone for many years, and although it has been something I have wanted to do for a long time, until now I have been unable to share her story. In the beginning, her loss was too painful for me to talk about. Everywhere I went and everything I did brought forth memories of her. A song we both enjoyed or a trip we took together; these things kept her memory painfully in the forefront. I often even imagined I saw her, when it was merely someone who looked just like her driving by or walking down the street. Painful as it was, I did not want to forget her either. I wanted in some way to keep her alive. The pain has subsided with the passing years, and I feel now is the time to share these memories and feelings. I realize she was not the first young woman to lose her life in a car accident, and I certainly was not the first mother to lose a child. Perhaps in the sharing of Cheryl’s life and the telling of how her family and friends dealt with her death, I will be able to help others who have faced a similar loss, and maybe that will help me to put my loss into perspective.
This is the story of a promising life cut short. A story of a beautiful girl—daughter, granddaughter, sister, niece, aunt, and friend. She was so bubbly and outgoing, so full of life. She was a happy person who had big plans for her future. She was loving, dedicated, talented, imaginative, creative, emotional, wild, and crazy. As I am writing this, I feel a profound emptiness. I realize by calendar years that my younger daughter, Cheryl Jean, would now, in 2015, be fifty years old. But when I think of her, I can only picture the bright and lively nineteen-year-old girl who was poised on the threshold of her life.
Cheryl Jean had a truly beautiful soul, and everyone loved her. She earned many nicknames in her life, but the one that really stuck was Bug. She was a lover of cats and a champion of underdogs. She wanted to fix everybody and everything. She was like every other nineteen-year-old and yet nothing like any other person in the world. She was my baby, and this is her story.
The family misses her so much, especially her older sister, Coral Joy, and me. When we spend time together, we find ourselves frequently wondering what it would be like to have Cheryl there with us. When we go somewhere or do something special, one of us might be heard to say, Cheryl would love this
or I wonder what Cheryl would think of this.
Even though we may have come to terms with her absence, there is still a hole in our family where Cheryl should be.
The family has always made an effort to keep Cheryl’s memory alive. All her nieces and nephews, even those who were born long after she left us, are told stories about her. This is just one way we keep her memory alive. At special family meals, such as Christmas or Thanksgiving, we still set a place at the table where she would sit if she were there. When her birthday rolls around, we think about her and sometimes reminisce about her. The hardest time for me is always the month of August because that is the month in which she had her accident and subsequently died. I try to put the memories out of my mind and think about other things, but I often suddenly feel a great depression, and only then will I realize what date it is.
Lately, however, I have been able to think back, piece it all together, and write it down so she will always be remembered.
1
The Accident
It was three years before I came out of the fog I was in. I wasn’t counting days or months; I was just surviving. I was putting one foot in front of the other, and I was trying to do what had to be done, trying to fill the void, trying to avoid the pain. I didn’t even know that I had been in a fog until it began to clear away. Now all that is left of the original pain is a vague ache, an empty spot in my soul, and so many beautiful memories of a happy child, a beautiful young woman who left us much too soon.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and I remember; I see her curly blonde hair streaming down over her shoulders, her sparkling blue eyes. I see her happy smile. I can almost hear her say, Hi, Mommy.
Even at nineteen years old she still called me Mommy! Not always, and certainly not in front of her friends, but just between us. I may not really hear her voice, but I do feel her presence at times, even after all these years.
At first I didn’t have many dreams of her. It’s been so many years since she died, and I’ve dreamed of her only a handful of times. I expected to