This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Brandon Times who was born in California on March 22, 1997 and passed away on March 17, 2004 at the age of 6. We will remember him forever.

Brandon was diagnosed with ALL (T-Cell Leukemia) on 1/23/03.  Brandon relapsed in October and had a bone marrow transplant on February 10, 2004.  On March 17, 2004 Brandon lost the battle with cancer.  Throughout his 14 month battle, Brandon never complained.  He endured unthinkable chemo and radiation treatments.  Why he had to suffer so I will never understand.  I miss Brandon's beautiful smile, his soft skin, his kind and compassionate ways, and his strong will to live.  The only comfort I have is that I will be reunited with Brandon in heaven. 

We ask all who are eligible to register with the National Bone Marrow registry, donate blood and platelets, and support the the following organizations: Children's Cancer Community, Camp Okizu, The Lymphoma and Leukemia society and the Make-A-Wish organization.

Thank you and God Bless,

Laura Times, Brandon's Mom

I Lost My Child Today


I lost my child today.
People came to weep and cry
As I just sat and stared dry eyed.
They struggled to find words to say
To try and make the pain go away
I walked the floor in disbelief
I lost my child today.

I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away
Some still call and some still stay.
I wait to wake up from this dream.
This can't be real. I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside
God help me I want to die.
I lost my child last month.

I lost my child last year.
Now people who had came have gone.
I sit and struggle all day long
To bear the pain so deep inside.
And now my friends just question Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song.
Good heavens it has been so long.
I lost my child last year.

Time has not moved on for me.
The numbness it has disappeared.
My eyes have now cried many tears.
I see the look upon your face
"She must move on and leave this place."
Yet I am trapped right here in time.
The songs the same as is the rhyme
I lost my child.......Today.

Netta Wilson ~ ~ 1996

I am learning how to honor my son for his life and not the disease he battled. This poem says it all.

You can shed tears that he is gone, Or you can smile because he has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see him, Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember him and only that he is gone, Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what he would want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

written 1981 David Harkins 1959 - Silloth, Cumbria, UK

Silent Song (poem)

Fri, Apr 29 2005, 8:22 AM

Silent Song

This time of year the words I hear,
A cancer cure is nearly here.

The words come often to late for some,
Another year the damage done.

Another heart is full of pain
And all the efforts are made in vein

A cure a little late you see
For those I hold most dear to me.

You ask if there are darker days
My mind is in a empty haze

I hear the birds that sing the song
They sang the day my son went on

Into a place I can not be
I wait until its time for me. . .

In the silence of the song.


Patti Filion

Copyright ©2002 Patti Lynn Filion

THE MASK

I have a face I put in place; it's what I wear when folks
are there.

For those only who want to see the way they think I ought to
be.

I live in times that have no light, just cloudy darkness,
endless night.

I no longer see the sun, I laugh but never feel the fun.

When I arise to start a day, I stumble as I make my way.

I don't know who's really me, I'm not the one I used to be.

I have no heart to fill with joy, I lost it when I lost my
boy.

the future is so bleak to me, I choose to not let others
see.

So when people stop to ask, I hide behind my smiling mask.

written by Dianna J. Brendle