SAM WE MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU!!!!
 Feb 14, 1967-July 2, 1998
 
             On July 2, 1998 at 1:16pm eastern time a very close and special person was taken away from me and many others. Samantha Randall is a very loving, caring person who always made us laugh and smile. From her jokes to WOOHOO check out that fine butt and pinches it to add to her scrap book she never left a dull minute pass when she was around. She never wanted us to have pity on her and she doesn't want us to be crying forever about her death, she wants us to remember her and to remember all the good times we had together and someday.
       Sam and I had a special bond between us. She would always tell me Im everything she wants in a daughter and I never could figure out why. I believe I asked her the night her and Rob (the love of her life) why they wanted to adopt me as a daughter, and if my memory stands right Sam told me " Your a total sweetie and a Angel..your EVERY thing I want in a daughter!" From that day on the bond we had grew even stronger. I knew Sam for over a year and since day one I knew she was someone special that I wanted to be friends with. I would stick by Sam in times when she didn't know what to do, at times when Rob and her were having a rough spot. I told her to stick at it and one day she will have Rob and I was right.
    Rob is also some very special to me. I met him the first week or so that I started chatting in Yahoo and since that day I have grown to love him as a brother and so on. At first Rob and Sam were just friends but I knew they would be more then friends. And I was right. Not to long after they met and became close friends the fireworks started and I stuck by them and watch their love grow. I have to add Rob in this page because without him I don't think I would be this close to Sam. Those two have such a strong love for each other that even one day apart was hard on them. Their love is a real love, a strong love that showed. They were the love of each others and I believe the first real true love for both. I have always hoped that someday I would find love like they did, a love that was impossible to break.
     I still cant face the fact that Sam is gone and that I will never get to talk to her again. She meant a lot to me and when I was told she had passed away I didn't believe it at first. I lost a best friend and someone who I felt was family to me. Sam use to call me her Lil Angel, when I sent her a Angel forward one day she sent it back to me saying that she  already have the best angel there is watching over her...ME!! Now I know that Sam is watching over me and is now my angel. I will forever be her angel and will still watch over her but she is now my angel and I know she's watching over me and guiding me through these rough times and the times that I still have to face.
    On July fourth after I got home from the fireworks and after fighting back tears the whole night I sat down and wrote a Poem for Sam. I named it Tears because every time I start crying I could hear Sam tell me that its Ok and that She's Ok and that I should be strong. Then I would feel her wiping my tears away and giving me a hug.
 
    Tears
        I know I shouldn't cry
        Its not want you want
        But they are tears of sadness
        Tears that try to be happy
        Knowing you aren't hurting anymore
        Hearing inside of me you saying
        "Its Ok My Angel, I am fine
        Im no longer suffering and
        now I can watch over you
        My Angel/Cyber-daugther.
        Know I am proud of you
        and know I love you,
        Sam...aka Mom"
        Tears will always be shed in
        the memory of
        Samantha Randall
This is a Poem that Sam sent to a few of us its name is Remember Me. In away I think Sam was trying to prepare us for her death, but in away she was telling us how to remember her and everything. This poem is WONDERFUL and I cry each time I read it because it is how Sam wants to be Remembered by. But Sam has no faults nor weakness or  prejudice against her fellow man that I could see. She's a strong women and a fighter. She wants us to do something to help some else live like her poem said. Going to donate some money to a Cancer Research or becoming a bone marrow donor are two things she would be very proud of and would smiles over each of us when we did it. I am going to do those two things and when I donate my money I just might put it in her name so someone else can receive her strength even more and so they can see how much of a wonderful person she is.
Sam this Poem you sent will always be close to my heart and soul and I will always Remember you and remember how strong of a person you are and how much of a fighter you are.
Remember Me
 The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly
tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily
occupied with the living and the dying.  At a certain time my brain
has ceased to function and that, for all purposes my life has stopped.
   When that happens, do not attempt to install artificial life into
my body by the use of a machine.  And don't call this my deathbed.
Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to
help others lead fuller lives.
   Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's
face or love in the eyes of a woman.  Give my heart to a person whose
own heart has caused nothing, but endless days of pain.
   Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of
his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.  Give my
kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist.  Take my bones,
every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make
a crippled child walk.
    Explore every corner of my brain.  Take my cells, if necessary and
let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the
crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her
window.
Burn what is left of me, and scatter the ashes to the winds to
help the flowers grow.
    If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and
all prejudice against my fellow man.
    If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or
word to someone who needs you.  If you do all I have asked, I will
live forever.
Sam's Cousin Aimee, sent me this email just the other day. She thinks that Sam wrote it for me..and I think so too....Its a Poem about an Angel and Sam did call me her Angel so she wrote it with me in mind I belive. Its a wonderful Poem and I will treasure it always! looks up at Sam and smiles..I never know she was such a poet! But know I know and now she is my angel watching over me.
 
 My Angel My Friend
                WE HAVE ONE ANGEL
                  STANDING WATCH
                ABOVE US AS WE SLEEP.
                ANOTHER GATHERS
                  UP THE HOPES
                AND DREAMS
                  WE WISH TO KEEP.
                 ONE ANGEL IS
                  THE TINY VOICE
                 THAT WHISPERS
                   IN OUR EARS.
                 WITH WORDS THAT OFFER
                   GOOD ADVICE
                 TO CONQUER GRIEF
  AND FEARS.
                 OF COURSE WE HAVE ONE GUARDIAN
                   ONE FRIENDSHIP KEEPER TOO--
                 ANOTHER JUST TO HELP US MEND
                   THE THOUGHTLESS THINGS WE DO.
                  WE HAVE A HOST OF ANGELS
                    WHO KEEP US COMPANY
                  IN ORDER THAT WE MIGHT BECOME
                    THE BEST THAT WE CAN BE.
                               SATIN-1998
 
Its taken me awhile to make this page for many reasons. One being well I only had one phone line and I cant sit here and tie it up for 5 hours working, and Second I could only do so much before I would start crying again, and without the help of some friends I wouldn't know what to do. But this page is almost done now and I gotta say it doesn't look to bad for something that I did almost all on my own for once! So overall I feel better after doing this page, feel a little bit better. I still hurt inside but I know Sam is watching me from above....looks up and smiles at Sam, love ya girl!

 
Well there are a few other pages out there for Sam that have been made. Rob has made a page for his love and Sandra has made a page also, Then our friend Debbie (gel) has made a page too, Please check out the their pages and sign their guest books also.
Robs Page for Sam
Sandra's Page for Sam
Debbie's Page for Sam
 
 Also check out the Scrapbook on Sandra's page for Sam's famous butts that she LOVEs to grab and grin about!!
 
 
 
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