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he always knew when someone was sad.  One hug or I love you from him could make anyone's day.  He just always knew what to say.  Out of my four children, Nicolas was the most grateful.  He always said Thank you even for the smallest thing.  I can still see his face light up when I showed him his new Incredible Hulk backpack.  He was so excited.</b></div> <div> <B>Nicolas loved to fix things. He had his own tools.  He'd take his bike apart, or lay in the driveway underneath his little motorized car, like he was really doing a tune-up, or changing the oil.  Nicolas loved to play with his car and trucks.  He could entertain himself for hours.  Nicolas loved playing with his brothers and the other kids in the neighborhood.  He was the youngest so all the girls in the neighborhood mothered him.</b></div> <div> <B>His best friend was his cousin Dan-Dan and Emma.  Nicolas loved Emma, she was his girlfriend, but he said I couldn't tell anyone, especially her.  They were beautiful together, him with his big brown eyes, and her with her big blue eyes.   They had their moments though, they were both stubborn.  They would get so frustrated; they would both usually end up in tears, only to be the best of friends ten minutes later.  </b></div> <div> <B>Now comes the hard part.  I want to tell you about the last couple of weeks of Nicolas's life.  I don't know if God made them extra special because of what was to come, all I know is that the memories are beautiful.  On August 9th 2003 I got remarried. On the day of our wedding Nicolas bought us a present.  He was so excited about it.  The wedding was not going to proceed until we opened his present.   He was very persistent.  When we opened the box there was a figurine of a Mommy Dolphin and her baby.  It was beautiful.  Nicolas was so proud of himself for getting us the perfect present.  I cannot tell you how much his dolphins mean to me, I kiss them everyday.  </b></div> <div> <B>One day the boys and I were driving in the car, and my son Joshua ask what Heaven was like.  I didn't have a chance to answer; besides only Nicolas knew for sure.  I can still hear him saying “Golden Gates and Good Food.”  Nicolas was the one closest to God, he would always say his prayers, and sing the songs he learned at Christian Calvary Preschool.</b></div> <div> <B>The night before Nicolas died was so precious; he was so sweet that night.  Ryan and Joshua had gone skating, so it was just Nicolas, Jim and I.  He loved chicken nuggets, so I made him his dinner.  He was just so lovable that night.  He fell asleep on the rocking chair wrapped up in a blanket.  All you could see was his face laying on the armrest.  He looked so beautiful and peaceful.  I called Jim in to see how precious he looked.  We let him lay there for a while, then I carried him into his bed, and kissed him goodnight for the last time ever.</b></div> <div> <B>The next morning Nicolas got up extra early.  We had a wonderful morning.  Saturdays are my cleaning days, but we played so much in that short time.  We had Sadie, our ferret out.  She kept chasing Nicolas and he would just laugh and laugh.  He put on a big pair of house shoes because she kept scratching his toes.  We laid in my room together with Ryan, and watched cartoons and I tickled both of the boys.  I love to hear my Angels laugh.  Ryan went into the playroom with Joshua, and I went to do laundry.  Nicolas called me back into the bedroom to inform me that he had a surprise for me, Ryan and Joshua.  I asked him what it was and he replied in a whisper, “you have to wait for Christmas”.  So I'm waiting My Beautiful Christmas Angel.</b></div> <div> <B>That morning for some reason I let Nicolas do just about anything he wanted.  I let him play with the Christmas Bells in my closet, something he was never aloud to do.  Usually on the weekends I would just put shorts and a t-shirt on him, but that morning he wanted to wear his favorite jeans and a Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt.  He asked me if he could wear his new Nike shoes, and I let him. I can still remember standing on the back porch tying his little shoes so they weren't so tight on his little feet, and Saying I love you, and as always he replied that he loved me too, and I would say I love you Three, and He would say I love you four.</b></div> <div> <B>      He went into the playroom to see if the boys would let him play Playstation, Ryan let him take his turn. Nicolas said Thank You, and Ryan told both boys he loved them and went outside to play.</b></div> <div> <B>The rest is kind of blurry, I know I was cleaning out their dressers, and I asked where Ryan was.  Nicolas got up from the floor, and we walked out on the front porch.  Ryan and his friend Tommy were walking up into the yard.  I had asked Tommy if he wanted some of Ryan's clothes that Ryan didn't wear anymore.  He did, so I walked back in the house to get more clothes.  I thought all of the boys followed me in, but Nicolas didn't.  I swear it couldn't have been two minutes later that Ashleigh burst into the house screaming. That's when our world fell apart, that's when my heart broke forever.</b></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>We love you Nicolas.........</b></div> <div> <B><IMG SRC="05d90000.png" border=0 width="400" height="256" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <div> <B>Our Wedding Day </b></div> <div> <B>Tiny, Nicolas and Marie</b></div> <div> <B>08/09/2003</b></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Fly</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>Fly, fly little wing</b></div> <div> <B>Fly beyond imagining</b></div> <div> <B>The softest cloud the whitest dove</b></div> <div> <B>Upon the wind of Heaven's love</b></div> <div> <B>Past the planets and the stars</b></div> <div> <B>Leave this lonely world of ours</b></div> <div> <B>Escape the sorrow and the pain</b></div> <div> <B>And fly again</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>Fly, fly precious one</b></div> <div> <B>Your endless journey has begun</b></div> <div> <B>Take your gentle happiness</b></div> <div> <B>Far too beautiful for this</b></div> <div> <B>Cross over to the other shore</b></div> <div> <B>There is peace forevermore</b></div> <div> <B>But hold this mem'ry bittersweet</b></div> <div> <B>Until we meet</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>Fly, fly do not fear</b></div> <div> <B>Don't waste a breath don't shed a tear</b></div> <div> <B>Your heart is pure, you soul is free</b></div> <div> <B>Be on your way don't wait for me</b></div> <div> <B>Above the universe you'll climb</b></div> <div> <B>On beyond the hands of time</b></div> <div> <B>The moon will rise the sun will set</b></div> <div> <B>But I won't forget</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>Fly, fly little wing</b></div> <div> <B>Fly where only angels sing</b></div> <div> <B>fly away, the time is right</b></div> <div> <B>Go now, find the light</b></div> <div> <B>Jean-Jaqes Goldman & Phil Gladston</b></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="05e90030.png" border=0 width="400" height="259" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <div> <B>Dan-Dan and Nicolas</b></div> <div> <B>July 2003</b></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="05f901b0.png" border=0 width="400" height="283" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <div> <B>Best Friends</b></div> <div> <B>Dan-Dan and Nicolas</b></div> <div> <B>July 2003</b></div> <div> <B> <IMG SRC="08f90420.png" border=0 width="400" height="578" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <div> <B>2002</b></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>  </b><B><IMG SRC="09090240.png" border=0 width="400" height="548" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <div> <B>   2002</b></div> <bR> <div> <B> <IMG SRC="09190160.png" border=0 width="400" height="278" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></b></div> <div> <B> </b></div> <div> <B>Ryan Nicolas and Josh</b></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B> Nicolas Riconoscuito-VanPelt</b></div> <div> <B>MAY 26, 1998 -- AUG. 23, 2003 </b></div> <div> <B>     ORMOND BEACH -- Nicolas Riconoscuito, 5, of Linda Avenue, the son and stepson of Marie and Tiny Anderson, Ormond Beach, died Saturday after being hit by a van on Linda Avenue.  Nicolas, a native and lifelong resident of Daytona Beach, attended kindergarten at Pathways Elementary School. He graduated from Calvary Christian Academy    Preschool. He enjoyed Hot Wheels, tools and racing cars.  Additional survivors include his father and stepmother, Anthony and Kenndal Riconoscuito, Washington; six brothers, Mark, Ryan, Joshua, Anthony Jr., Big Ryan and Bret; two sisters, Richelle and Dawn; and his grandparents, Al and Cally VanPelt, Ormond Beach. Memorial donations may be made to SouthTrust Bank c/o Slow Down for Nicolas, 400 W. Granada Blvd., Ormond Beach, FL 32174. Ormond Funeral Home is in charge.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>For donations please contact </b><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#0000FF" FACE="Comic Sans MS" ><A HREF="http://st.via.infonow.net/locator/mortgage/jsp/Drill.jsp?&FEATURE_NUMBER=10" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://st.via.infonow.net/locator/mortga"><B><U>Southtrust Bank</U></b></A></FONT><B> (386) 756-6055 400 W Granada Blvd, Ormond Beach, FL 32174</b></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Send mail to </b><A HREF="mailto:slowdownfornicolas@yahoo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:slowdownfornicolas@yahoo.com"><B>E-MAIL</b></A><B> with questions</b></div> <div> <B> or comments about this web site.</b></div> <div> <B>Copyright © 2003 SDFN</b></div> <div> <B>Last modified: 10/03/2003</b></div> <div> <B>Web Design By </b><A HREF="mailto:tinys_auto@yahoo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:tinys_auto@yahoo.com"><B>Tiny</b></A></div> </body>