Never say goodbye!

Please don't drink and drive! Let's keep each other safe and alive!

My son never fought in a war

upon a foriegn shore

Though he would have

had it been his calling

He enlisted into the service

at the young age of seventeen

he became a United States Marine

He was stationed in Okinawa Japan

There he learned to become a man

With a humanitarian discharge in hand

He returned home to help his family

which was in dire need of him

from the land of the red sun

To three young sisters and a mother ill

with manic depression

With his father just out prison

for making a bad decision

of dealing drugs

running with thugs

His son still looked up to him

forgiving him his sins

His parents were soon to be divorced

but dad came down with staff infection

from his terrible heroin addiction

Mom ended up in a hospital psychiatric unit

for her bi-polar affliction

Soon his father slowly and painfully died

He stood strong by his father's side

as staff infection from a dirty needle

consumed his every vital organ

His heart, his liver, his spleen...

Near the end he softly spoke the words

"I love you, dad."

Mom fell victim to alchohol

trying to drown her memories

of a violent marriage and mental illness

that had brought her to her knees

Taking care of three young sister's

was very hard accomplishment

for a young man of twenty-one

upon returning home

from the land of the red sun

 

Robert Stephen Krempa was born 7/31/73

Sadly and tragicly he was killed by a drunk driver 4/15/07

 

 He is credited for saving the life of a little four-year old boy

named Xavier.  It was a beautiful spring evening, just a year ago

my son had just gotten off of work. He had just become a manager of his company, his box of manuals not yet opened. Ironically, he was on his way with friends to buy a car and get his driver's license renewed. It

was a head on collision, as the car he was riding in as a passenger in the back seat, was hit while waiting for a red light. When out of nowhere came the oncoming car crashing into them, Leaving my son and his friends wife to die in puddles of their own blood. The car caught fire, thank God the fireman were able to put it out in time. When I went to the young mother's funeral, I

 was thanked for being the mother of a hero. For they say that

my son ripped off his seatbelt, and blocked little Xavier with his own body, so saving the young boy from ultimate death. Months later Xavier's father who was also critically injured as was his son, thanked me also and told me that my son is his hero, too. Xavier had been scalped to where the doctor's had to sew his scalp back to his head, he will always have the scar as a memory of what occurred that day. Worst of all, he has nightmares of the accident and the loss of his loving mother. He has trouble walking due to injuries to his spine.  The drunk driver was finally sentenced, he got ten years in prison for his crime. My son and his friend had their lives taken away in the prime of their lives because of someone else's foolishness and disregard for human life. They were both sober lovingly gentle people and are sadly missed by family and friends. The small poem I wrote for the obituary. I would like to share with you it reads as follows:              

 

The world has lost

A wonderful young man

Who had the potential, the ability, the mind

And, the heart of a scholar, a teacher, a philosopher

and an author

I lost my son

Love forever and always, Mom

 

Reviews

[WritefromtheHeart]

Dear debileah...
What words of solace can I give you, dear one? You have lived the tragedy that every mother dreads to think of...I cannot say anything except convey my true sorrow at your monumental loss. Your writing has to be of some small comfort...and you share it with us here so that we may give back to you some of the love in our hearts...many blessings to you, you are in my thoughts and prayers.

[Brandon]

I must say you penned magic in this.

Cheers,
Brandon

[Tiana]

Oh Debileah, You brought my tears with beautifully written tribute to your son. A parents worse nightmare. I am so sorry for your loss, dearest heart ... May God comfort you in the palm of His hands ... Beautifully written ... Sending you light, love and peace ... Hugs

[EmpressPoetess]

My heart is aching. What a tragic loss of such a wondeful and brave young man. I know he was a blessing to you, and all those who came in contact with him. thanks for sharing this.

[MagiCrystal]

I can only say... He is in Heaven and he is so lucky.. we are here awating to be called.. SO sorry for your lost..and so sorry about your pain...

[-Aurelia Mirella]

You trigger tears my dear friend...

You have no idea how you've changed my look on things in life. My own father was born the same exact day as your soon, year and everything...

Your son was very heroic...if only there were more people like him.

Lovely tribute.

Akways,
-Aurelia Mirella

[Shellie]

This is a brilliant tribute deb, very very sad and heart rending.

[Verneé]

Very heart wrenching, words and a tragic tale that makes your soul cry. And although I can only imagine the kind of hurt and pain an event like that causes, your words relay so much of the inner turmoil.

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Dear Debileah, I feel stunned and overwhelmed reading and re-reading this... how have you survived this, firstly the dreadful desolation of such an abusive marriage, and then the tragic losses, loss upon loss, including the loss of the one shining star that must have stood out for you in such awful circumstances, and all experienced within a pre-existing framework of mental suffering? You must be such an exceptional person to be still expressing your gentle love and care for the world after this awful burden of suffering which includes the greatest loss that any parent can face...

I am thinking of you, deeply moved, feeling for you greatly...
David

[just is]

Such a sad write her, horrible tradegy, Almost in tears here wonderfully expressed emotions, it helps to pour it sometimes.

[LSS]

This is one of the saddest most potent poems and eulogy I have read to date. Tragedy's strike is flawless in its piercing to our core, and removing all vestiges of hope, and always asks the question of 'why?' I'm glad you have some avenue of connection and compassion with us here, though we are a poor source of the substance you need. Our prayers go with you.
Lar