Life can be so amazing & rewarding!! Listen in as Ricky roars again – www.unitysavannah.org, click on Events, then Podcasts, to hear some of his story at our book signing.
We continue honoring our son’s life by speaking out when needed. Check out our link, http://savannahnow.com/news/2011-12-31/mcallaster-family-fighting-keep-others-losing-child-teen-drinking. Parental responsibility does NOT include being cool & allowing your child & others to drink at your home. Stand strong!
I’ve always loved Wayne Dyer’s wisdom. His advice for the holidays: That which offends you only weakens you. Being offended creates the same destructive energy that offended you in the first place –so TRANSCEND your EGO, & stay in peace.
Send love, understanding & the peace of the Christ spirit to all. Love & light ….
I thank & bless the people & situations that disturb me, for they are my keys to freedom. Alan Cohen
I wake every day thankful for my short time with Ricky. His love, energy, & example of how to live our lives will always inspire me.
Even though he’s not physically here any more for me to hug & attempt to “mother” (what a joke!), I don’t focus on what I’ve lost. I focus on the many incredible things that have happened to us since his passing, the wonderful support base of friends who help us daily, the closeness of our family, the compassion I have gained through our “loss”, my newfound ability to forgive, and all the projects that Dick & I are busily pursuing to help others.
It’s amazing. Instead of wallowing in grief, the simple fact that we chose to look for & believe in the positive that would come from our experience, we can honestly say that we are better people, more aware souls, & less ego & mind controlled since Ricky passed.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you forever & always, my Buddy. Shine on.
Life has a way of mocking our plans sometimes.
Our fifteen-year-old youngest son Ricky, was a son to be proud of. We were chosen to be his adoptive parents after his birth mother interviewed over thirty couples. We flew to Salt Lake City, Utah from Georgia to pick up Ricky.
With his bright green eyes, long, lanky body, ever present grin, pop-out ears, and mischievous, inquisitive personality, Ricky was a constant challenge to keep up with. His energy and zest for life were unequaled. During his toddler years, nothing was safe around him. His preschool teacher worried about a heart attack as he led the class in shelf-jumping stunts.
As I chased him from room to room while he stuck his fingers in every wall outlet, drew with permanent markers down the hallway walls, teased the family dog, climbed and jumped off ever shelf and piece of furniture, and totally, thoroughly exhausted me, I wondered how I could possibly satisfy his insatiable curiosity and energy. I would joke with friends that Ricky would grow up thinking his name was “No!” since that was all I ever seemed to say to him.
But, just like Dennis the Menace, he was so full of life, love, and laughter that he stole everyone’s heart.
Ricky was a challenge and a joy, a pain and a pleasure, an aggravation and an inspiration. To me, he was the epitome of the duality of life. He grew into a nerve-wracking, rule-breaking, adrenaline-seeking teen who simply wanted to love, laugh, and spend time with his friends.
He tormented his older sister, Anne Marie, endlessly by constantly trying to hang out with her friends, and he never met a person he didn’t like. He insisted on living life on the edge and was an unstoppable free spirit. Nothing was too high, too scary or too difficult for him to master, and any challenge was meant to be conquered.