"Loved By All Who Knew Him, A Friend To All He Knew."
This site is dedicated to our Dear Son Austin who departed this world too early due to a tragic accident. We know that his death has affected so many people and we appreciate the love and concern that all of you have expressed to Austin's loved ones. We miss him so much yet we know and trust that he is in our Heavenly Father's care and is happy. Austin's spirit lives, and we know we will be with him again because of our Savior's love and sacrifice. We pray that this tribute will keep his memory alive and bring peace to each one of you. We would love to hear of any memories you have of Austin. You can post them on the website or you can email us a private message at
I took this photo of Austin while in Mexico, on December 28, 2003. I have often wondered what he was thinking as he walked along the beach.
"One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.Scenes from my life flashed across the sky.In each, I noticed footprints in the sand.Sometimes, there were two sets of footprints; other times there was only one.
During the lowest times of my life I could see only one set of footprints, so I said, “Lord, you promised me, that you would walk with me always.Why, when I have needed you most, would you leave me?”
The Lord replied, “My precious child, I love you and would never leave you.The times when you have seen only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
Bessie Anderson Stanley
He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction.
Henry Van Dyke
Gone From My Sight
By Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore.A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until; at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, “There she is gone.”
Gone from my sight.That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”