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He will be remembered

Xavier Hayden Garrett was shy and hated being centre of attention. But he would be friends with anyone - most often the kids who really didn't have or make friends easily. 

He didn't need to make a big difference on a big scale. He made a big impact in a small group. His legacy is not known far and wide, yet the impact he had on those  special people reaches far and wide in their hearts. The world has forgotten him, but those people will not. He changed them forever filling them with a light that shone so bright within himself. Xavier was so true to himself. He never tried to be anyone but who he was and everything he did was consistent with his Being. Some people never get there. But he did and with everything he endured he never wanted pity. 



The world will forget him. Many people will forget the boy named Xavier who died of brain cancer. But to those who loved him and who he had a special place for in his heart will never forget. 
As days, months and years pass, the one time encounters with the small blue-eyed boy will be forgotten. The hundreds who may have seen him on the front of a local newspaper will have moved on and never thought again of the sweet boy who died. 
But that's ok. 

Xavier never would have wanted to be that poor boy who got cancer and died. He will be remembered by the most important people who touched his life and he touched theirs. He will be remembered by them as more than the boy who had an incurable brain tumour. 


He will be remembered by many, but fewer and fewer as the years go on. But in the hearts of those who knew him well he will live forever. Not the day he was born nor the day he went to Heaven will these special people ever forget. It's true love, it's genuine, it's a depth of ourselves he took with him and the pieces we keep here of him. I don't need a world to miss him, although I would love the world to know what an amazing son he was. All I need, is to know he will never be forgotten, always loved and living within those people I know who meant the most to him.

 His purpose was not to become a poster child for brain cancer research or childhood cancer in general (that's mine now) his service was love. His mission was not meant to reach thousands and thousands but to teach a whole bunch about the power of love; how love alone can bring joy and happiness to anyone in any situation. Thats why anyone who met him just fell in love with him. He didn't even have to say anything or even smile ... he just had a light about him that drew you in like a bug to a lantern. 

While most won't understand the depth of our pain and lifelong grief, they will remember him and love him forever alongside us. 




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