The Beast of BC is finally dead....
Serial killer Clifford Olson Finally dies at 71 Friday, September 30, 2011 5:48 PM
Serial murderer Clifford Olson; who was convicted of killing 11 B.C. children.
Finally, after 30 years of having him come on the news about his parole hearing, now we
won't be hearing about him anymore after a few more days. Right now it's big news. I still can't believe
that after all this time that Justice finally triumphs. Our children can finally rest in peace.
Now that this evil monster is dead, we can relax and try to go back to our lives. It will be difficult
but I know I will. Thank the Higher Forces that this creature is finally off this planet.
Forever Young
You left this world forever
young, before your song was ever
sung, Captured by the grasp of the
devil's tongue, He snatched your
life leaving much undone.
Holding on strong down memory lane,
It brings us joy and often pain,
So hard to swallow or ascertain,
The insane acts, those hands of stain.
What makes a man of evil disgust?
Who crushes the child with breach of
trust? Your knife did pierce with much
unjust, Now their hearts live on in
angel dust.
Where are you now Oh child so rare?
That graced our days beyond compare,
I feel your breath in the soft still air,
No faceless fears or hopeless despair.
Your life and love, we send you prayers,
We treasure your pictures and souveneers,
On the wings of doves it carries our tears,
Whispering the music of the spheres.
Forever enmeshed in our hearts and souls,
Your life lives on with newfound goals,
Co-creating with God's own scrolls,
Making arrangements for other roles.
May you live in peace and love and light,
May you fly with the angels in songs of flight,
May you always be blessed and your soul ignite,
Forever be young and halo bright.
Written especially for Terry by
Dallas Hodder Franklin 2002
Dedicated to Terri Lyn Carson
Born October 25, 1965
Taken July 27, 1981
Offered with love to Terri Lyn's mother,
and my good friend Terry Bizeau
Red Dragon put this picture
together of Terri Lyn for me as a tribute
to her. Click on the picture and it will
take you to his wonderful site. Thank you,
It was a beautiful surprise.
Black
With respect from Wales.
May I wish for the sun to peep through
the dark clouds And the warmth of it to
lighten the pain in your heart.
Ole R.D. Here at :-)
Wales: Home of the Red Dragon
This is the very last picture of Terri Lyn and myself together.
It was Christmas 1979, Harold, myself was taken in 1997.
Paul who was 16 when he was shot to death, brutally
taken from his father [ my soulmate ] and his family. Always thinking
of you. Always missing you.Always in our hearts.
I do oil paintings of unicorns, scenery,flowers, and any
others that I feel at the moment. Also woodburning.I have one painting
and the story on that is: I was reading an article about a little boy who
had cancer. He was talking to a spirit and his father saw the spirit and
took a picture of him. I don't know if that is really true, but something
told me I could paint the spirit and send a photo of it to the father.
I did and it turned out pretty good. About 6 months later something told me
to look at the bottom of the painting and I did. To my surprise ..there was
a picture of a little boy with eyes closed and the bridge of his nose...It's
still there, and the painting is hanging on my bedroom wall.
Memorial For Terri Lyn Carson Music played at her funeral
: "In The Air Tonight" By Phil Collins and "Sailing" By Rod
The following poem, I have had on my site for a few
years and never knew the name of the Author. Tonight, I have located
the name of the author.
"If Tomorrow Never Comes"
If I knew it would be the last time that I'd
see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more
tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that
I see you walk out the door, I would give you
a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd
hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would
video tape each action and word, so I could
play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I
could spare an extra minute or two to stop
and say "I love you," instead of assuming
you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time I
would be there to share your day, well I'm
sure you'll have so many more,so I can let
just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow to
make up for an oversight, and we always
get a second chance to make everything
right.There will always be another day to
say our "I love you's", And certainly
there's another chance to say our "Anything
I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong, and
today is all I get, I'd like to say how much
I love you and I hope we never forget,
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young
or old alike, And today may be the last chance,
you get to hold your loved one tight..So if
you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret
the day, that you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too
busy to grant someone, what turned out to be
their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear, tell them how much
you love them and that you'll always
hold them dear.
Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please
forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have
no regrets about today.
Original Poem: By Norma Burnett,
Steelton, Pa.
This is Paul, Harold's son. His life was taken from him at
the age of 16. Another teenager shot him out of rage because of a lie someone
said. When will all these killings stop??? Paul has a brother and sister
...Blair and Christina.
Harold and me taken on Christmas
day 2007...
Links By myself
Photo Cube Generator
Photo Decorator
Click here to see my paintings.
Pages by others
Beautiful website...a must see.
Photo Cube Generator
Please visit Dee's site as well.
Her daughter also was murdered by Olson.
Please also visit Buster's website. He is a Native
Indian. We've been friends for over 10 years.
Very interesting website.
Deb's website about her daughter,
one of the Vancouver Eastside Missing women.
My long time friend Dorothy Camp passed away this
morning, in her sleep. She had cancer. It is May
22, 2011 today and I light a candle for her.
Light a candle.
I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night,
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.
The seasons come and go, and I am weary from the change.
I keep moving on, you know it is not the same.
Im walking all alone, Do you hear me call your name?
Do your hear me sing the songs we used to sing?
You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise,
Always saw that something special deep within your eyes.
And through the good times and the bad,
We carried on with pride.
I hold onto the love and life we knew.
And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night,
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.
(by Paul Alexander)
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