This page is to raise funds for medical and other expenses due to my baby boy Lawrence passing on July 17th from a drowning accident. He was such a joy to have in our lives. His smile , his laugh, his hugs, his kisses brought such joy to me and his Daddy. We are still in shock. I keep hopping to wake up from this bad dream to find him safe in his crib, giving me a huge smile as I scoop him up for strong hugs and and his slobbery kisses. My life, as his mommy, was all about that baby boy. He was my world and the thought of living life without him brings me to a place of sadness I cant put words to. I know he is in the arms of our savior Jesus waiting for the day we can reunite. I want to thank all the people who support us with prayers and with any funds you can give. Below is what my husband wrote and read at our baby boys celebration of life service.......



Good morning.

Today I address everyone as family, because that’s exactly what each of you are. Thank you for being here to celebrate our baby boy. We are overwhelmed with the love and support that has been poured out to us. How blessed we are, even in our darkest hour. I hope that we can, in turn, be a blessing to each of you as you have been a blessing to us.

My son was and is at heart, an adventurer. He had such fearless curiosity. He greeted you with a lopsided smile, and had great big chubby cheeks. But he was lean, long, and strong like you wouldn’t believe. At thirteen months, he could open just about any door in the house. Obstacles were, to him, just something to overcome. And he was going to find a way to do what he set his heart on doing.

My son didn’t know what fear is. He had no time for such nonsense. Several months ago, he was standing on our bed holding on to me, and in a moment of absentmindedness, I allowed him to fall to the ground. Our bed is rather high up, and he fell and face planted. He cried hard, and I felt awful. But he was physically and mentally just fine. I remember Charleen, my wife and Lawrence’s sweet, beautiful mother, calling me after I left to head to work that morning to reassure me he was okay. I cried in my car.

That incident didn’t stop my son though. He didn’t fear the bed, or standing on it, or playing on it. No instead, he just figured out to turn himself around and drop feet first. He would slide himself down the edge of the bed and grab, with his strong little hands, on to top blanket of our bed (we have 5 or 6 of them), and just allow his weight to lower him down. And then he was off and running as fast as his little legs could take him.

That’s who he was. When he started climbing on top of the fireplace base downstairs, and cry because he didn’t know how to get down, he’d wait for us to come rescue him, and he would wait a few minutes, and then climb right back up. I’d tell him son, you know that the stone hurts your knees and you get stuck up there, so stop climbing back up there. But 5 or 10 minutes later he went right back up. He learned to climb down from there, too. It was just a matter of working out the problem, and not fearing it.

He loved to eat food. And he always wanted to hold pieces of what he was eating in both hands. He liked to drink unsweet iced tea from daddy’s glass. Or have a sip of water from mommy’s cup. He was a big boy, and he could do it like we did it. He tried to get into every cabinet, past every door, and behind every piece of furniture he could get to. Sometimes, that could be tiring, and frustrating as a parent, but I loved it about him too.

He gave great big hugs, and gave big sloppy open mouthed kisses. He liked to put his hands into your mouth and feel around. If I whistled for him he’d stare at me mesmerized, trying to work it out. And he lit up like the sun when his mommy sang to him. He loved music. He’d stop what he was doing any time a beautiful piece of music played, or when a lovely voice filled the air. He’d stand perfectly still, and smile his biggest smile, and just listen. Oh, and he liked to be naked. Boy, did he love to be naked. I mean really, really loved being naked. And he’d take off streaking across the house if you weren’t quick enough.

He was precious. Our son was an amazing little boy. Yes, the same way all our little ones are precious and amazing to us. There is something uniquely beautiful about our children, isn’t there? They put all of life into perspective. They change our values, our priorities, our responses, our outlook, our goals, our determination, our lives. They are the greatest gift we receive in this life, and even though I would give anything for more time with our son, I am so very grateful for the time we had with him. I’m so fortunate for the impact his life had on ours. Charleen and I grew as people because of Lawrence James Anthony Wilson, and we will never be the same as before he came into our lives.

I could, like any parent, go on and on and on about my son, his life, his quirks, and his impact on our lives, but I will close with this:

I told you all about him today, because I want to honor his memory with you. And I ask each of you, be fearless like my son. Love everyone around you, like my boy did. If something looks hard, or causes you pain, just keep going at it until you conquer it. Grab a second cookie off the plate and hold one in each hand, eat them and be merry. Stop and listen to music you find beautiful. Greet everyone with a big smile, even if it is a little lopsided. Do what you love to do, and if there are any obstacles, keep coming at them until you overcome them. And if you have children, or any little ones around you at all, give them a big hug, and a sloppy kiss, and love them fiercely. Forgive them when they do something frustrating, and encourage their passions.

Thank you all again for being here to celebrate our son. I will finish by reading to you a short poem that I wrote in honor of Lawrence.

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I Hurt. I See. I Sing. I Love. I Live On.

I hurt for everyone who didn’t get to spend time with our incredible baby boy. 
I hurt because we miss his presence dearly.
I hurt for all the hearts that will never flutter when he is near.
I hurt for all these reasons we’ll remember yearly.

I see the effect his passing has had on people near and far. 
I see his spark of life within us, bright and warm, all-in-all. 
I see the binding of his love on friends and family, it’s true. 
I see how much we’ve come together, strengthening our resolve.

I sing because he loved a song, no matter by whom or where. 
I sing because I know he’s singing with all of Heaven, sure.
I sing knowing our Lord’s Grace reigns down to us from up above.
I sing because he hears us, and joins with his voice so pure.

I love each and every one of you, just like my baby boy does. 
I love with a love of a father, like I never knew I could. 
I love the way he loved life, and ran eagerly to every new thing. 
I love because if he could tell me, he would tell me—to love is good.

I live on to serve others, in ways I hope will comfort them. 
I live on to love my wife and family, and to be a better man.
I live on because he wants us to, and in honor of him we will.
I live on to live like he would: fearless, joyful, and with everything I can.



Thank you for reading our story and for your support.