This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Blake Carnley who was born  July 20, 1987 and passed away on October 08, 2001 at the age of 14. Blake was very creative and loved to draw. The weekend before he passed away he completed his last drawing of a dragon ball Z figure. He left behind his parents Jimmy and Marie Carnley, two sisters Jennifer and Tonya. Jennifer is married to Steve Garrett and at the time of Blake's death had a daughter named Jensen who adored and loved her uncle Blake. Since Blake's death Jennifer has another daughter named Abigail Blakelee. Tonya is  married to Cliff Davis and had no children at the time of Blake's death. .Since his death Tonya and Cliff have had two children who both were named after their uncle Blake. They are Laken Renee' and Geoffery Blake. Blake left behind his grandparents on his father's side and several aunts, uncles, and cousins.We will remember him forever.
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To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say....but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon, and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,

God picked me up and hugged me and He said, " I welcome you."It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on. I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you...in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all of those loving years because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was my philosophy and I'd like for you too...that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in  sorrow and pain, then you can say to God at night.."My day was not in vain." And now I am contented...that my life has been worthwhile, knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low, just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go...from that body to be free, remember you're not going...you're coming here to me.

                   ~~~~Authour~~~
                  Ruth Ann Mahaffey


Wish List 

I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my bother's name. My brother was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also. 

If I cry and get emotional when you talk about him, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. His death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about him and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.

Being a bereaved sibling is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't  shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.

I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my brother:my favorite topic of the day.

I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that his death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.

I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my brother until the day I die. 

I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss him and I will always grieve that he is gone.

I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.

I don't want to have a "pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.

I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I am feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.

When I say I am doing okay, I wish you could understand that I don't feel okay and that I struggle daily.

I wish you knew that all the grief reactions I am having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I am quiet withdrawn or irritable or cranky.

Your advice to take it one day at a time is excellent advice. However a day is too much too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I am doing good to handle an hour at the time.

Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would  let me find a quiet place to spend time alone. 

I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my brother died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before he died and I will never be that person again.

I wish very much that you could understand~ understand my loss and grief. But... I pray daily that you will never understand.

author unknown: seen on the following website www.adrianobaldassarra.memory-of.com