This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Dennis Ralph Yarbrough Jr. who was born in Fayetteville, North Carolina at Cape Fear Valley Hospital, on March 11, 1976 and passed away in Micro, North Carolina on February 11, 1997 at the age of 20. We will love and remember him forever.
Mom and Dad was at a trailer getting it ready for grandma to move in. Mom had been in high gear cleaning the stove, bathroom, etc., when Terri (my Aunt) called out, "I bet you go into labor within the next couple of days, with all that energy you have". Mom laughed and said, "I hope so"...
That night around 12:30, mom with a bag of chips and a yoo-hoo in hand, watching T.V. beside dad, started feeling a little weird. She got up and went to the bathroom and found that she was spotting and with that, came a terrible pain. She run in and told dad, and off to the hospital they went. By 6:56am, I was born...After 3 days, mom and dad brought me home from the hospital. Dad had clean the house and stocked the fridge and cabinets for my arrival. Mom was very pleased. Our home was very warm & cozy. Mom set down by the space heater with me in her arms, rocking and watching me for hours. I was a good baby. I had a touch of Colic that took a lot of walking and bouncing but for the most part, I slept until it was time to eat. From the start, I was a very spirited and strong willed child. Mom stayed home with me for a while, but because of finances, mom had to get a job. Mom didn't trust leaving me with a stranger so Papa kept me for a while. We formed a close bond. Mom use to dress me up in several outfits and take my picture. On holidays, she would lay out clothes so that her, dad and I would match. My first real toy was Ernie, from Sesame Street. I took him everywhere. I ended up throwing him out the window along with my bottle on the freeway in Georgia, while we were visiting. Mom recalls, it bothered her, more than it bothered me, lol. Mom and Dad started having problems, so they separated. It bothered me and I began to act my frustrations out. First at home with mom and then at my day care. That was the first sign of mom and dad seeing that there was a problem. As I got older and started school, my problems started getting bigger. Mom and a school counselor decided it might help to talk to a Child Psychologist. It didn't! Mom and dad always tried to get me to talk about what was bothering me, but I wasn't even sure?Or at least , that's what I would tell them...Mom use to say that I was a time bomb, waiting to go off. I was fun loving, kind, generous and helpful, when I wanted to be, and had a heart of gold, but if something set me off, I'd lose it! I was a smart student in school, but my poor attitude always got me into trouble. I expressed my feelings a lot, through music and words in a song. I was pretty good with my hands and loved to tinker around with things, especially audio equipment. I also liked to write poems and letters to express my feelings. I took a lot of pride in my appearance. My hair and my clothes had to look just right. And yes, I liked the girls. Usually a few, at the same time.
I met this one girl, that I thought a lot of, and we got pregnant. By the time she had my son, we were no longer together. Mostly my fault, I have to admit. I have regrets. I would love to be raising my son, but we make mistakes. I really regret that my mom and dad don't get to see him and be a part of his life. Later, I met another girl, and fell in love. Jan and I was very close. We lived together for a while. We'd break up and then go back together. I'd have to say, she was probably the love of my life. We had broken up and I met someone else and married her within 2 months of knowing her.
We got married January 24th, 1997 and on February 11th, 1997, we had a fight and it ended with me pulling the trigger of a 9mm gun, and ending my life....
I did that the same way I did a lot of things in my life, without thinking, pass the moment. If I had it to do over again, I would have taken my mom's advice and thought, before I acted. I know I have left my Mom, Dad and my Family in terrible grief and questions that won't never be answered.....
I just want to say that I am sorry, and I love you mom and dad and I know you love me....
After you finish visiting Dennis' Memorial here...Please visit his website at:
21 Years in Heaven / Mama (Mama)
I love You and Miss You so Very Much Son.
Happy 40th Birthday my sweet boy! / Mama
Dennis, It's hard to believe you're 40 years old today. I hope all your friends and family are celebrating it with you in Heaven. Please come into my dreams tonight and share with me, how you spent your special day. I love you with all my heart.
Have a Wondercful 39th Birthday My Sweet Boy / Elena (Dennis' Mom) (Mom)
Well, 39 years ago tonight your dad and I was on our way to the hospital. You weren't actually born until the next morning at 6:56 am though.
It really doesn't seem like it's been that long but maybe it's because you have been in Heaven almost as l...
Sending my Love at Christmas Time and Always! / Elena (Mom)
I Love You!
Wish that you were here!
Happy 34th birthday Sweetheart! / Mom (Mama)
I Love You!
I Miss You!
Your Light Will Shine Forever In My Heart...
I Love You Forever and Always My Sweet Son...
My wish is that you are surrounded with Love, Peace and Happiness on your Special Day and Always!
A few days before the death of my son, I had just finished a book about a mother losing her son. This poem was in that book:
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die....
DENNIS / THE MEANING OF YOUR NAME:
D is for devoted, showing you care.
E is for excelling, beyond compare.
N is for naturally charming and dear.
N is for nature that's honest and sincere.
I is for ideal, a wonderful boy.
S is for special, pure pride and joy.
Dennis, pure pride and joy.
I REMEMBER: I remember you son, throughout the years. I remember your laughter, your joy and your tears. I remember your hair, how you'd wet it to keep it in place. I remember your precious, boyish face. I remember how you'd put up a fight, for something you believed in and something that wasn't quite right. I remember your eyes, how they glistened like stars in the night. I remember your love, that shown through like a radiant of light. I remember your defeat, when you felt so small. I remember your pride, when you stood so tall. I remember our time together, Mother and Son, you made my days and nights, my life, so much fun. Yes, sometimes we take for granite, what our kids do and say, but I remember so well, your words, "I love you, Mom, Happy Mother's Day". I have my memories and I'm glad I do, but it would be so much better, if I still had you. I remember your letters and what they would say. You always closed them the very same way: "I'll let you go for now mom, but Never Forever". So I'll hold you to your promise, that someday, you and I will be together... I love You My Son, Mama "MAGIC" Is what happens when a Mother and Son join hearts and hands. IN MY HEART FOREVER: WrittenBy: Elena Lowery (mom) for my son, Dennis...
Dennis's Photo Album
This is Me! The original picture, taken at the hospital, after I was born: