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"IN GOD'S HANDS"

~CHILDREN OF THE HEAVENS~
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~ANTON NICHOLAS WAGNER~
"PEANUT"
 


 
 


 
 


 


~PEANUT - 1999~
 

~BORN TO EARTH~
AUGUST 20, 1992

~BORN TO HEAVEN~
APRIL 10, 2000
 


 

BELOVED SON OF:
RAY & CONNIE WAGNER SR.

BELOVED BROTHER OF:
RAY WAGNER JR., SARAH WAGNER &
TIFFANY GALLAGHER (LAST KNOWN NAME)
 
 


 
 

PEANUT'S DEATH WAS CAUSED BY 
SUDDEN CARDIAC ARREST 

DUE TO COMPLICATIONS OF 
CONGENITAL MYOTONIC DYSTROPHY
 
 


 
 

LETTER FROM DAD AT PEANUT'S MEMORIAL SERVICE
~OUR TIME WITH PEANUT~
 


~Ray, Connie, Peanut, Jot after dads service~

Seven and one half years ago, our foster care case worker came to us and said that she had a baby in the hospital that nobody wanted.  We asked why.  She said he had a lot of problems and wanted to know if we would take him.  We didn't know if we could handle a handicapped child but Connie went to see him.  When she came home, she was terrified at the prospect, but I could see that she was in love with him.

A few days later she brought him home, and it was around the clock care for a long time.  For a time I was jealous of the time he took.  But then one day I realized how much I loved him too.  I couldn't believe that I had been jealous of a child that was so perfect. 

He kept us in tears when he was sick and laughs when he wasn't.  When he was about 3, Connie heard him laughing down the hall,  he was laying in the bathroom, reaching up and throwing things in the toilet.  Another time about a year and a half ago he was going to pull a flower by the side walk.  Connie said Anton Nicholas, "dont touch that flower with that hand" and he looked at his hand and put that hand down on the sidewalk, then took his other hand and grabbed the flower and smiled at mom.  What could you do but smile too? 

Peanut has been a miracle. for 7 1/2 years we've cried with him, laughed with him and loved him.  And now we go on and we cry 
with him and we laugh with him and we love him. 


 


 
 
 

A POEM I WROTE SHORTLY BEFORE PEANUT'S DEATH



My son isn't normal
but of magic he's born.
With a body that's broken
and a heart that is warm.

Never will I hear speech
in the sound of his voice.
But this loved child is mine
not of nature, but choice!

My son is my lifeline
my light and my joy!
A gift straight from Heaven
that's my little boy!!!
 
 


 
 

A part of my heart forever is gone.
How do I start to live and to live on?
The Lord took my baby he's no longer mine
I wonder just maybe will things ever be fine?

His heart has quit beating it just plain stopped
Life has a way of cheating and sending tears to be mopped.
His lay in his bed he was all alone.
God take me instead I want to go home!

Momma wake up Ray said to me.
Peanuts not sitting up he had asked to be free.
In my bed I stayed, I lay for too long.
Didn't listen to Ray I am not very strong.

Sleeping too much has always been me,
I never knew such a thing would happen, now I see!
If I go to sleep something else may go wrong!
I still sleep too deep and don't wake with the birds song.

Anton, my Peanut you lay there so still.
I thought I could wake you with the force of my will! 
Your body was tired, you fought the long fight!
Even having your wired, didn't work like it might!

I told the doctors to look at his scan,
His heart needs some help, Please! He's my little man!
Listen to me, don't look at my skills.
Work for your fee!!!  You'll be paid for your bill!!!

His heart isn't pacing I have said since he was 5.
It's too slow, now it's racing, please keep my son ALIVE!
He's fun and he's happy and, oh, his sense of humor!
When he's not feeling crappy, his life is not a rumor!

He watches his brother, vicarious in his life.
He wins not only mothers but all who see past his strife!
He doesn't even care that he cannot eat!
 He will gladly give his share of what others think a treat!

Walking, who needs it?  He can crawl to get around.
 As long as he can sit he is happy on the ground. 

He loves to go shopping at the door he claps and claps.
 His legs are just hopping when his feet aren't in straps!
How can people say he is better off now?
 To die alone in his bed, I am wondering how?

There is nothing I wouldn't give to have another chance
 For my dear son to live I don't care that he can't dance! 
 Can I make a bargain to have back his life?
To have him here again to be mother as well as wife?
I'll make any promise.  I'll do what you want!
 This life that was his to have back and not haunt?

Haunting my soul thru daylight and dark.
His body wasnt whole but it had lifes eternal spark!
 Please, God, Please listen to this mothers pleas!
Tears constantly glisten and I am down on my knees!

Let me wake up tomorrow from this awful dream!
To be rid of this sorrow and eyes that still stream! 
 I will meet him in Heaven, if not on this earth,
 please make it work, even tho I didnt give birth!

He was the light and the glory of life for me here.
 Lord I am sorry, I am living in fear!
When day breaks tomorrow and I wake from my sleep,
Take away my sorrow it's much, MUCH too deep!

 What ever I've done Lord, just tell me how,
I can get back my baby and fill my arms NOW!
They are empty and aching with the pain of his loss,
 My heart is still breaking but God your the boss.

 Please give me some peace from this heart filled with woe,
 The pain will never cease on this life down below!
You gave me the love put it deep in my heart.
Why? to push and shove?  Tell me where to start!

If he wasn't to stay here why put in the love?
 To have children so dear then push them out with a shove?
 You've taken from me the son you had put here,
And left me here Lord full of pain and fear!
 
 


 
 

~I BELIEVE I CAN FLY~
~R KELLY~

I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
If I can see it.....Then I can do it
If I just believe it....There's nothing to it
I believe I can fly.....I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it ev'ry night and day.....
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar....
See me running through that open door
I believe I can fly.....I believe I can fly.....
I believe I can fly
See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence can seem so awful loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first it starts inside of me
If I can see it.....Then I can do it
If I just believe it....There's nothing to it
I believe I can fly.....I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it ev'ry night and day.....
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar.....
See me running through the open door
I believe I can fly.....I believe I can fly.....I believe
I CAN FLY!
 
 


 
 

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