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OUR LITTLE BOY
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Duvien Donald Heyne Jr.
Sept. 17, 1961 ~ April 10, 1969
Ripples in My Heart
The moment I laid eyes on you, ripples started in my heart.
Like a pebble cast into a mirror glass lake,
The ripples gently sent waves of love to my very soul..
From that day forward the ripples you made
Were of joy, laughter, pride and delight..
Then you were gone, and the ripples were of sorrow
Sadness, humility and pain...
When you left my heart was broken.
The only thing that kept it together were your ripples...
Many years have passed since you left, but the ripples remain
Thank you for casting your pebble into my heart..
I love you.
All my Love
All my life..
With all my heart...
Written Aug. 2002
By Dolly Heyne..
First Birthday
Duvien's favorite thing in the world
Was fishing and camping with grandpa, and he had already learned to fly fish.
It has been many many years since he left us
But we miss him more and more with each passing day...
My Grandpa's Story
When I was a little girl, my
Grandpa used to tell me my favorite story.
The story is well known in our family, and varies slightly
But this is how I remember it.
I died and went to Heaven, and there I saw my wife Priscilla.
She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her.
She was surrounded by children. I asked what on earth she was doing
with all these children. She told me that she was taking care of them
Until thier parents came to get them. I told her I would help her
But she said I had to go back because our eight children needed me
To take care of them...
I wanted to stay, but she insisted I go back, and told me she would
Be waiting for me when I came back. He did return many years later
And I am sure she put him right to work...
Needless to say, I have always easily been able to envision them
tenderly caring for my son until I "come" for him.
Thanks Grandma and Grandpa.
P.S. I am told my Grandmother used to say,"I'm not afraid of work.
I can lay down right beside and, and go to sleep."
Duvien was our first child,
we were very young. He was the first grandchild on both sides, plus
the first great grandchild for my Grandfather. Needless to say we all
doted on him, especially my Dad, having had two daughters.
My Dad would drop by on a Friday or Saturday afternoon on his way home
from work and ask me if we were going out that night. Then he would state
that he ought to take Duvien home just in case we decided to do
something. Dad would take him to bed with him, and tell him bedtime
stories.. Nothing unusual about that right? Wrong!
Duvien would ask me to tell him a bedtime story. When I asked him
which one, he would say, "Oh the one about the beaver or the
chipmonk or any of those about the animals." I told him I didn't
know any of those stories and asked him where he had heard them.
He said Grandpa told them. I told him Okay, I'll ask Grandpa the next
time I see him. The next time I saw Dad, I asked what book he got them
from, and he said, "oh, I just make them up". I asked him to tell
me the stories, and he said, "oh they are different each time."
Thanks Dad! Needless to say, I had to learn how to make up stories.
Duvien's first haircut was given to him at 9 months by my Grandfather
Who was a barber. He had retired, but during the summer worked in
many shops so his fellow barbers could vacation. It was quite a
production. Several were in attendance, and we took many pictures.
Duvien was less than thrilled with all the hoopla.
First haircut given by
Grandpa Owens
Duvien got a brand new baby sister, Brenda, when he was 2 1/2, and
he adored her. They were very close and he loved teaching her
new things.
In 1967 we moved from our home in Idaho to Oregon. There he attended
first and second grade. At the time of his death he was in 2nd grade
in a country school. His teacher was Mrs. Thompson, whom he adored.
Duvien is survived by his mother, Dolly, sister Brenda, Brother Brian
paternal grandmother Mrs. Albert Heyne, and Aunt Darlene..
The best and most beautiful things in life
Cannot be seen or touched.
But felt in the heart
And that is you Our Little Boy..
When someone we love becomes a memory
That memory becomes a treasure!
~LINKS~
Photos
Awards
Christmas 2002
Thirty Four Years
Duvien's Memory Quilt
 
Memorials by Martha
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