My beautiful son
Chaz played 6 instruments, was in every band his highschool had, sang in our choir, and was sensitive, sweet and giving. He was tall and handsome, blond with blue eyes, drove the girls nuts, but didn't flaunt it. He was a good a son as any parent could ask for, and exactly what many wish for. He loved to read, play music, play video games, and was a good student. When he took on a task, he stuck with it and made sure it was done right - you could count on him.
He had a bright and promising future, ended by a driver who didn't watch the road, didn't slow down. His mom, sister and I are trying to carry on, but it's a devastating heartbreak to know our Chaz isn't in his room, isn't at band, or at a friend's house, or with his dog. We will miss him terribly, for the rest of our lives.
Chazy, here's to you - I love you, son. I know you'll be waiting for us over there, ready to lead the way.
It's sometimes hard to hold one another; it hurts that bad. The pain comes and goes at different times for each of us, and there's little comfort to be had. The internal parental siren won't shut off - I'm always stressed out, feeling like the accidnet just happened, though it was 10 months ago.
God bless you and your family! Let no opportunity pass by to be together.



