This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Wesley Joseph Miller who was born in San Antonio, Texas on September 04, 1988 and passed away on August 18, 2005 in Pflugerville, Texas at the age of 16. We will love and remember him forever.
I close my eyes and I feel you close to me. I love you.
The memory of your smile and the sound of your music will be a part of our hearts forever!!
Always thinking about you / Lorie Miller (sister (in law) )
Well sweetie the days,slowly have turned into weeks,into months and now into years since you said goodbye and not one of those times have gone by without me thinking about you.Weather it 's a happy or a sad thought (mostly happy b...
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Forever / Taylor Gizzi (Friend)
It's been two years, five months, and two days since you went away. I miss you and love you man. I count the days till we see eachother again.
You and Me , forever bro / Larry Miller (big bro )
There ain't a day that goes by that i don't sit and think of who you were , and who you would have been. I'ts been really hard to make it thru. I miss you more than anything. You will always be my best friend and best of all MY LITTLE BRO! I lo...
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To wesley / Tammy Allemant (Lana's Mom )
Wesley thank you for making my daughter happy. You and your family gave her something she needed when I couldnt. Take care of my girl she loves you so.
A Letter From Wesley I really don't have much to say, I don't know why. I really don't have any opinions left, I don't know why. I don't think about anything anymore, I don't know why. I don't feel the same about anything anymore, I don't know why. My head hurts bad, but, I don't know why. I can barely breath and it's hard to move, But I don't know why. My back is aching and my tounge is sore and I don't know why. I feel conceeded writing you and I don't know why. I feel totally unimportant and I love to be alone. Yet, I hate feeling lonely. I don't know why. Someone told me to cheer up because life gets better, I don't know why. I don't feel comfortable around anyone anymore and for some reason your the only one who listens to this shit and I don't know why. I love you. Wes P.S. This letter has no meaning so don't think that I'm trying to convey some sort of message. : )
When I Die
When I die, Bury me in Something comfortable And put flowers In my hands
When I die Bury me quietly Where cathedral trees Shower their golden harvest Upon the tender ground
Then take a single flower From my grave And whisper Just above the wind That you'll miss me
Wesley wrote this poem as part of a school project he was working on a couple of years ago.
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