first try and I hope I did her justice. Her hair was blond, not that colour in the school picture.
Welcome TO Our Home.
Please Note:Sorry about the pop ups.
I dedicate this website to my daughter Terri
Lyn who was brutally murdered at age 15, by
Canada's worst mass murderer in history in
1981. Who, by the Higher Force's will has been caught
and is in prison for life for murdering
my daughter and 10 other children. His
name is Clifford Robert Olson.
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT...February 8th, 2011.....
There will be a Memorial to honour our children
sometime soon, we hope. A few of
the parents and their families of the children
will be attending. There are a few families who
cannot be reached for lack of a phone number or
address. Ray King, the father of Raymond King jr.
who was murdered by Olson has gotten the Memorial
started. If you are a family member of one of
the children please contact me at terry41@shaw.ca and I
will pass your name and phone number to Ray King.
When we go to the Memorial I will take pictures and
post it on here.
Colleen Daignault, Ada Court, Arnd Sigrun, Christine Weller, Raymond King Jr.,
Judy Kosma, Louise Chartrand, Simon Partington, Daryn Johnsrude, Sandra Wolfsteiner.
Terri Lyn's Obituary
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.I was informed that
Red Dragon had passed on. Go in peace brave soul.
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 Steward
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.
