Never say goodbye!A Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaPlease 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
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Added on April 18, 2008Last Updated on February 28, 2009 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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