Sweet Dreams Baby Biondo

I had to step back and absorb the blow before I could come back to this blog. I chose not to mention a loss the week of Father's Day. It was classified a "chemical pregnancy" one that never knew life, but to me it was more, however, my new husband and I did not dwell on that loss and continued forward. Within a couple of months we had conceived again. Everything seemed to be going really well until I began spotting in the 10th week. I tried to tell myself it was normal and carry on but by week 11 it was heavy bleeding and on October 18th, 2013, no heart beat was found. The miscarriage completed on November 4th, just yesterday from when I am writing this, and though my heart is breaking, I am more concerned with doing all that I can to prevent this from happening again, and believing that there will be a next time! 

Sweet Dreams Baby Biondo ~ I carried you for 12 weeks, though you fell asleep week 5 ~ Mommy & Daddy love and miss you very much ~ 

the day we found out

our first and only picture of you

Happy Birthday Daddy! 9/18

Ang and Paw Paw, 07

Dear Daddy, 

There is so much I want to tell you! 

David and I got divorced, finally. Then last year I met a wonderful man and guess what Daddy? He loves me. He really does! I don't think any man besides you ever loved me before. Well, his name is Mike, he comes with a story but deep  inside I know you would love him! He's funny. Oh he loves to make people laugh, Daddy and he has a big heart like you. He cares for people and he's willing to hold the door open for others. Yes, I still remember you telling me to find a man willing to hold the door open for not just me, but others. Well Mike does! Angela stayed with her sperm donor (as she calls him) for 9 months while I got settled in Florida. I made it Daddy! I live in Florida like I always dreamed of doing :) And now, Angela does too!

Ang and Pawpaw Easter 06

Daddy & me at my first wedding 97

Mike and I got married! I couldn't find it in my heart to walk down the isle without you so we opted for the clerk's office, but it was cute and fun.  

I'm making some changes in life. You and mom inspired me in ways I never knew. I do try to be the best wife and mom. I saw how you sometimes got ignored and I try real hard to not ignore my sweet husband. I don't hit my kid of course, we work things out verbally and with different forms of discipline. I know. I know, Spare the rod, but for us it works! But you and mom did something else, you had me when mom was 38. Since I'm now 34, newly married and praying daily for more children, looking at my own birth certificate gives me hope. 

It's bitter sweet though, you would have to send your grandbaby down to Earth to be with me. I know how you feel about your grandbabies, but Daddy, you know I'm a good mommy and would be again. Can you just give that baby one more walk around the rose gardens in Heaven and then ask God to send him or her to us? 

Roses from Daddy's property

I love you Daddy. I didn't want to get all emotional, but I have.

 I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday this coming Wednesday. I work so many hours I'm afraid I might forget so I'm getting this in early! I miss you Daddy. 
You are not forgotten. 

Love Always,

~your baby girl~ 

R.I.P Peggy Irene Chappell

Born on January 24, 1987.


Passed away on November 25, 1993.


This is the face I'll never forget. I was accused of making the story up and banned from a discussion forum or two or three, but this is my blog of remembering and I remember sweet little Peggy. I never knew this little girl. My mother stayed glued to the television reports of her disappearance and on the phone talking about her all the time. Then I remember that day. We heard it by phone before it was aired on the news. Little Peggy's body had been found...

It was a sad day, possibly the saddest service I ever had to attend. I remember the air seemed thick that night and hard to breathe - not just funeral home thick but really, really thick! I was ushered by people I didn't know up to a casket before I really realized what was happening. I was, I don't know about 15 or so at the time. I hadn't given much thought to Peggy and her short life, her gruesome death, or being at the funeral home standing over her casket.

But then, I looked. I looked down at the sweet face that was lying there, over shadowed with netting to cover the scars she'd endured. A six year old angel who's life was snuffed out by pure evil!

Over the years, Peggy has crossed my mind a few times, being a mom, having my own child nearly taken when she was 4 - Thank God for the little boy who screamed "STRANGER!" and got my attention! Thank God for saving my daughter!

Sometimes little Peggy just crosses my mind, like now with the missing baby case all over the news and the suspicious behavior that surrounds it. I will never speculate anything. It isn't my place. I only remember how Peggy's mother acted at the funeral home.

"It's a mother's worse nightmare," she cried.

The whole room sympathized with her.......and then....then the story unfolded.

I remember my uncle breaking down in tears and saying that he would have taken Peggy and raised her as his own. It was really hard on him. I remember feeling so bad for him. It's the only time, besides his wife's funeral years later, that I ever saw him cry. His heart broke for that little girl and today, my heart breaks also.


http://crime.about.com/od/unsolved/p/chappell.htm

I found this on a different forum..Isn't it funny how some people know how to read an article and others just cast blame..I guess I'm still a tad bit bitter that I was accused of making this up.....so, so sad....


I have searched throught this site and not found any thread that she is mentioned on.

I know another member has offered to post some facts about the case on this thread ( although there is extremely limited facts on it) but I will briefly tell you what I know.

"Peggy was 6 years old when she was abducted and murdered in Alabama in 1993. She was last seen getting into a van with a man. Her body was discovered in an unused garage 75 yards from her own home. Her throat had been slit and she had suffered a severe blow to the head. There were also marks on her arms,legs and buttocks.

The equally disturbing part of this story is that Peggy's mother, Kate admits that she knows the individual who took Peggy but refuses to identify him to the authorities. She says he always brought Peggy back safe before which implies to me that she knew something untoward was going on. She was charged with hindering prosecution and was sentenced to probation. One of its conditions was that she cooperate fully with police in their efforts to find the killer of her daughter. She still refused to reveal his identity so was sentenced to 3 years in prison and 5 more years of probation afterwards.

As far as I know the case is still unsolved. I often think about this little girl and feel really sad especially condsidering the behaviour of her own mother."

http://www.websleuths.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-34453.html

Sweet Dreams Baby Boy

With tears streaming and a heart that breaks for those I love, I say "sweet dreams to my beautiful great nephew, Cayden Noah". I only saw him through photographs and instantly fell in love with his sweet little face. I know he brought such amazing joy to his mommy,daddy,nanna,pawpaw, and aunts and uncles. He is loved and embraced by many. May God fill their void as only God can. Peace unto my family.....
Cayden Noah Willis 8/17/11 to 9/30/11

I own no rights to these photographs. All were taken and posted on facebook by family members. I hope they don't mind me holding onto them to remember my great nephew by.

I am deeply saddened that my own brother didn't know me well enough to know that I would NEVER say what I was accused of saying...but I am truly sorry for such an unfair loss. Blessings ~

Dear Daddy

It's been almost over 3yrs since you've gone. Sometimes when something really special happens, I long to pick up the phone and call you. I know you had to leave, but did you have to leave the month before our visit? I really wanted you to see our home outside of that basement. I had it all planned, how you would tour the apartment and then we would walk down by the river and laugh until the sunset. It hurt so bad that day! I walked to the river alone and cried until the sunset.

You and I had so much in common. I never seemed to fit anywhere with mother. I was always your baby girl. Who am I now? Nobody wraps his arm around me and brags that I'm his baby. Nobody can tell me what's wrong with my car over the telephone. My daughter only has one single grandmother left, no grandpa's to teach her anything.

The world isn't the same without you. I know your customers would agree. You were the best of the best!

Looking back over the years, I was "daddy's girl", "daddy's baby", "daddy's helper", my identity was wrapped up in you. Besides my own child,and my best friend (also gone), you were my world! We fought so much and said things that cut each other to the bone, but only because we were so much alike! I love birding and photography just like you did. I wish you could see my work. I wonder if it would make you proud. I could get lost in a paper sack, even to this day. They have devices now to help folks like you and me, but our vehicles are outdated and we don't have them. I have my own system, its called "drive and pray". Eventually, I do find my way back home, or at least I have so far.

Well, I just wanted to take a moment to say hello. I hope you can read this in Heaven. Your Baby, is doing well. I'm writing have written a book and trying to enjoy the few loved ones I have left. I strive each day to be a good wife and single
mom. Somedays though, the grief just hits out of nowhere. I miss your hugs Daddy, but I'm trying to imagine you giving me one now and bragging "this here is my baby!"

His Legacy lives on

PASTOR RICKY DALE PETERSON
Age 50, of Sumiton, passed
away Wednesday, March 26, 2003. He was the founder and
pastor of Faith Worship Center
Ricky was a victim of a Triple Homicide that rocked Sumiton Alabama
Robbery may have been the motive for a shooting that left three people dead at a Sumiton funeral home.
Jeremiah 32:17 'Ah Lord GOD! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and by Your outstretched arm! Nothing is too difficult for You,

Louder Than Words

Though he never really said it, his words still ring true
"This here is my baby"
He was saying "I love you"
When he taught me how to ride a bike, how to garden, how to mow
Even though the words weren't spoken, somehow I just know
Every moment spent in hard work, whether hammer,saw, or nail
I never heard him say it, but in his eyes I could tell
He said I was his baby, he said I was his girl
He called me "Daddy's helper"
Made me feel like I was his world

He didn't say a word that day
As he led me down the isle
But I could see that he was proud of me
By the way he turned and smiled
A squeeze of his hand reassured
That some things would always be true
He may have given me away that day
But I would always be his baby -
And He was saying "I love you"

When I walked away for the last time
He wouldn't even tell me "good-bye"
It hurt to think that I was all alone
No daddy at my side
But a phone call reassured
That some things would always be
He may have had to leave for a while
But his baby I'd always be
And I will always remember seeing "I love you" in his smile

Lis
In memory of Thomas Abraham Scoggins ~Daddy~