Never say goodbye!

Never say goodbye!

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
"

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

 

© 2009 Deborah Leah Krempa


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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.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Okay this made me cry!
I CANNOT IMAGION LOSING SOMEONE LIKE THIS!
I AM ACTUALLY CRYING!
ROBERT WAS THEIR FOR YOU AND WILL ALWAYS BE I PROMISE!
WEATHER HE IS NOT PHYSICALLY HE IS MENTALLY HE LOVES YOU.
AND NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS U WAS A BLOODY BRILLANT MUMMY AND YOU SHOULD BE BLESSED WITH THE TIME YOU HAD AND THAT HE LOVED YOU R.I.P ROBERT =)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I might be younger with you, but in reading your work I find this strange connection to you. I don't know if I would be so bold as to use the word "bond". But there is something. You are in my heart and in my prayers to God. You write so beautifully, even of awful situations. This could be expanded into a beautiful work of nonfiction. Have you ever considered writing a book? I can easily see a volume of your work on bookshelves, especially mine.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know the loss of a child is dreadfully painfull and you have expressed that exceedingly well here. Is there ever really a way to cope with the empty hole you're left with?

Beautiful writing...horribly tragedy. My heart goes out to you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so sad....im sorry to hear about your son. but what he i was amazing...he died a hero. that doesnt make it better though. :( i have been in two car accidents and one was a drunk driver. it put my lil sister in the hopspital and she had 15 stitches in her face above her eye lid. it was the scariest thing ever cause we were only teenagers. bother writes were amazing. thank you for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

both were great poems. I m sorry about your son. My husband's mother, though she survived was also hit head on by a drunk driver on her way home from work. Her ankles are shattered and now are fused together. She can barely walk. I think they need to stiffen the laws for drunk drivers. My husband and his friends drink but i won't let them drive. I'm always the designated driver. Thanks for sending me the read request for these poems. They were Awesome to read. If you need someone to talk to, message me and we can talk.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very nice. A great composition. I thank Caffeine to forward this to me. Keep up the good work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow i reallydont know what to say this is filled with so much emotion and the wording could not be better.
i am sorry for your loss. aways B.P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am deeply sorry for you loss. Tears fell from my eyes as I read this. I am at a loss for words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a powerful and well written piece. There is not much else I can say.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! That was very powerful and moving. Great write, just sorry about the tragedy behind it. And wht a beautiful tribute.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I 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..

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