In Loving Memory of
Daniel (Danny) Kur
November 13, 1985 - September 17, 2003
Danny at 17 years old.
13 years in Heaven !
For me it's still today!
The Moment that you died,
My heart split in two,
The one side filled with memories
The other died with you.
I often lay awake at night,
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down memory lane,
With tears upon my cheeks.
Remembering you is easy,
I do it every day,
But missing you is a heartache,
That never goes away.
I hold you tightly within my heart,
And there you will remain,
Life has gone on without you,
But will never be the same.
In my life there is no living
that is not part of you.
"A special gift for you Danny, Introducing Daniel (Danny) In memory of you from your brother Justin & Amanda.
Your name goes on! 13 years and it seems like today, forever in our hearts you'll always remain."
You been on my mind a lot Danny, as your 31st Birthday approaches.
A Gift for you from your Brother. A baby boy, and Justin & Amanda is giving him your first name.
Sending endless love to you in Heaven.
Happy 31st Birthday Danny
Note: Please wait until the song "My Heart Goes On" is finished playing, then click the link above to watch and listen to "Dancing in the Sky."
This is a very special song that Danny's mom wanted to dedicate to him for his birthday.
Our son's name is Daniel (Danny) Kur
Born November 13 1985,
Died Sept. 17 2003 at age 17
Doctors detected (Leukemia AML) in Danny Jan 5, 2003 at age 17
Survived by Father, Duane R. Hohenwarter, Mother Sandra Hohenwarter, Brother Justin Hohenwarter,
and preceeded in death by half sister, Sister Sarah Hohenwarter whom died at 19 from Leukemia AML.
TO ALL PARENTS
by Edgar Guest
"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said.
"For you to love the while he lives and mourn when he is dead,
"It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
"But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
"He'll bring his charms to gladden you, but should his stay be brief,
"You'll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief,
"I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
"But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
"I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
"And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
"Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
"Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
"For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness; we'll love him while we may,
And for happiness we've known forever grateful stay.
"But should the angels call for him much sooner than we'd planned,
"We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."
Danny at 3 months old.
Danny at 6 months, and then at 9 months.
Danny at 1 year old.
Danny at 2 years old, and then at 3 years old.
Danny at 4 years old.
Danny at 5 years old, and then at 6 years old.
Danny at 7 years old, and then at 8 years old.
Danny at 9 years old.
Danny at 10 years old, and then at 11 years old.
Danny at 12 years old.
Danny at 13 years old, and then at 14 years old.
Danny at 15 years old, and then at 16 years old.
Once a tortured soul~
You have overcome your past
The death life of addiction
You have overcome!
You have won!
You are a hero!
You now face another predator-the lion.
You are deep within his cave
It is so cold and dark
but you are not alone,
for in this den with you,
are so many
who love you.
Your beloved mother,
Whose faith is so strong and who loves
more than life itself,
and your family and friends are with you
for you have been tested in fire.
You are like gold in a furnace.
You are strong
You are precious,
You have succeeded
with the Lord before
and he is with you now!
The lion's den is only temporary
for the lion has already
been defeated by the Lord!
He can do you no more harm
for you have won!
God bless you all, & love & prayers to you, Sandy -
Love Alana Weir,
I would rather believe that there is a God,
Than not believe, and find out there
I hope you never have to hear the words, "Your child has cancer."
I hope you never have to hear, "The prognosis is not good."
I hope you never have to prepare to undergo
chemotherapy, have a port surgically inserted into their chest,
connected to IV poles, causing damage to their heart...
Look at you with fear in their eyes and say, "Don't worry Momma,
everything will be okay.'
I hope you never have to hold your child as they vomit green bile.
I hope you never have to feed them ice chips for lunch.
I hope you never have to watch the "cure" you pray for slowly take
away their identity,
lose their hair,
swell up from steroids,
develop severe ulcers through out their body,
become barely or unable to walk or move,
and look at you with hope in their eyes and say,
"It's going to be okay, Momma."
I hope that you never have to stay in the hospital for weeks,
where there is no privacy, sleeping on a slab,
with your face to the wall, where you cry in muffled silence.
I hope you never have to see a mother, alone, huddled, in a dark
hospital corridor...crying quietly,
after just being told, "There
nothing more we can do."
I hope you never have to watch a family wander aimlessly,
after their child's body has been removed.
I hope you never have to use every bit of energy you have left,
all of this going on around you to remain positive,
of guilt, sorrow, hope and fear, overwhelm you.
I hope you never have to take your child home (grateful but so
in a wheelchair because the chemo has damaged
their muscles, 35 pounds lighter, pale, bald, and scarred.
And they look at you with faith in their eyes and say, "It's going
be okay Momma."
I hope you never have to face the few friends that have stuck
and hear them say, "Thank God that is over with,"...
know it never will be.
Your life becomes a whirl of doctors, blood tests and MRI's
try to get your life back to "normal".
While living in mind-numbing fear that any one of those tests could
result in hearing the dreaded words...
"The cancer has returned"
You never have to close your child's eyes for the last time
after watching them take their last breath
I hope you never have to view your child in a casket
and say goodbye for the last time
And your friends become even fewer.
I hope you never have to experience any of these
Will you understand...
With shared hearts,
Angel Jonathan's Mom Carol and Angel Danny's mom Sandra
This poem above was written by a cancer Mom, Carol, who lost her sweet little Jonathan in July. I edited this writing
to suit my case, and added some of my own "I hopes," near the end of the reading.
Pray with Confidence. When we can't see what God's doing. Only faith believes He's at work.
Until We Meet Again
Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness
And many tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
Our thoughts are always with you,
Your place no one can fill.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
There will always be a heartache,
And often a silent tear,
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here.
If tears could make a staircase,
And heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you home again.
We hold you close within our hearts,
And there you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again.
Our family chain is broken now,
And nothing will be the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
This is a picture of me thinking about my beloved son Danny.
I love you, Danny, and I am missing you more than ever.
You still remain in my heart and soul, and will forever.
The mention of my child's name
may bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
let me hear the music of his name!
It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul!
~ Author Unknown ~
These are two special gifts for Angel Danny from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her Angel Rob here - Rob Northrop's Site.
This beautiful gift for Angel Danny is from my friend Janet.
Oh how do I know how you feel, losing my 25 year old son to Pancreatic Cancer.
Oh so young for such an illness.
My heart goes out to you and your family so much.
In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera
My Angel Son Michael.
Robbie Smith Memorial
A small gift for the Kur family and your Angel Danny.
May God bless and comfort you always.
How sad and sorrowful that
this young man died so young as did our boys.
GEOFFREY P. EDWARDS
A friend can hear a tear drop.
Please visit Maria's Tribute to Christopher
Very Special Angels
This webpage is created In Loving Memory of Danny Kuron January 10, 2008
Last updated: November 3, 2016
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