Texas Size Catfish - 1981
Chad's Papa caught this 63 lb. yellow cat at Lake Stamford, Texas on
a trotline and Chad was with him. And for those folks who do not
believe things grow "bigger" in Texas, this is living proof.
~ Fisherman's Prayer ~
God grant that I may live to fish
Until my dying day
And when my final cast is made
I then most humbly pray
When in the Lord's safe landing net
I'm peacefully asleep
That in his mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep!
...Carol E. Fugate
The Trip Is Brief - Enjoy It
A good fishing trip, like a well-cooked meal or a well-lived life,
always ends a little too soon. The Roman poet Horace understood
temporal nature of earthly things when he wrote, "Carpe diem, quam
minimum credula postero!" Translation: "Seize the day, put no
in the morrow!"
Chad loved Pete and Pete loved Chad......
And they both loved to play baseball.
They both loved to rough house.....
Mandy and Pete - such a ham for hugs
"Oh this feels so good...."
"Why does he always have to study?
Doesn't he know we have better things to do?"
"Well at least I have the chair now.
Man these girls at college are really cute...and they think I am so
it certainly is a 'Dog's Life'"
Forever Loyal and True
2008 - Go War Eagle
"I love my Uncle Chad this much."
Sidney Kaitlin born 1/9/05....Chad's neice.
Life does bring joy even in the mist of sorrow. Sidney is such
a bright light in the darkness.
Chad Michael Remshik 2/20/08 .....Chad's nephew and name sake.
Chad would have spoiled both of them rotten. My prayers are they
will know Uncle Chad and love him like we do.
I was listening to Chad's song again and this little poem came to me.
I felt I had to write it and send it to you as soon as possible.
I know it's not as good as Kaye's beautiful poetry but the feelings
I get from listening to Chad's song
are true from my heart.
I can see Chad as clearly as day, sitting beside his favorite fishing
hole playing his song.
(You Are Wonderful Tonight)
He sits down calmly on the side of her bed,
Is he real or just memories inside of her head.
His smile begins with an impish grin,
Bringing back memories of a time back then.
In a voice so masculine, angelic and pure,
He speaks of his love for his mother for sure.
As he leans forward to place a kiss upon her slumbering brow,
He tells her he loves her forever but must leave her for now.
As she stirs in deep sleep filled with dreams of her son,
The beating of her heart fills with the warmth of morning sun.
As she awakens still with the feel of his kiss,
Another wonderful dream she wouldn't have missed
Her eyes wonder over to the corner where it still stands,
The musical instrument once held in her child's hands.
And in her mind she hears his music of charm,
And throughout the day she's protected from harm.
Yet she knows that her son's sweet melody still touches the hearts of
With the hauntingly beauty of this music that touches many sisters
With guitar resting upon his bended knee,
Still his soul shines through in the music as it's played for you and
So close your eyes and listen with your heart and soul,
To the tunes of Chad's song, let your heart be consoled.
And you too will be able to see the man Chad was,
And you can feel Chad's spirit as he plays for us all.
By Wanda Bryant
Copyright December 1, 2002
The power of love
lives on beyond the people
who have shared its joy.
He sits in regal splendor
His special friend has passed
Waiting for a gentle touch
They wait with patient stance
The beauty of a treasured gift
Who loves you with pure heart
A compliment to life this joy
Steadfast from the start
A testament of love received
These treasures of our life
Forever loyal brave and true
Their hearts for you ignite
Sadly he will gaze upon
The one who loved him so
This is the way of life for those
Who give us peaceful glow
They walk with us within this life
They give to us their love
With unconditional beauty
The kind the heart knows of
(Partial Poem by Francine Pucillo)
love and kindness
always find in me
there to the end
with such sunshine
in life is found
have a shadow
you may go
thick or thin in life
you will know
what will happen
right here for you
you in life's journey
what I'm meant to do
Need a friend
be right there
loyal hearts we share.
A Day Well Spent Together
Reflections of a Day spent together....
I can only imagine what Chad and Pete are
thinking...the calm serene reflections
In Memory of My Son Chad
Remembering Chad's Birthday
Today is a special day for me...today is my son's birthday. Chad
would have turned 37 today. As all of you know this is a bittersweet
day. I want to share a few words from Chad to all of you.
Years ago I was driving home from work. As I passed
this "garage sale" sign I decided I wanted to go back and see if I
could find any treasurers. I usually don't do this, but for some
reason the thought entered my mind and I turned around.
It was late in the day and I assumed most of the "real treasures"
would be gone....but to my surprise I found something only I would
consider a "true treasure"....."The Fisherman's Guide to Life" Nine
Timeless Principles based on the Lessons of Fishing...for only a
quarter. I quickly purchased it and left....just knowing in my
I was meant to find that book at that garage sale on that day....it
was a gift from Chad. Thank you Chad.
I want to share a few words from the book....I know that is what Chad
would want me to do today. I know his life was "blessed" by all
these principles and he wants me to share them with you.
Lesson 7: Humility "You Can't Hook 'Em All"
Benjamin Disraeli correctly observed, "There is no education like
adversity." Had he been a fisherman, he might have added, "There
no education like an empty catch-net."
Fishing is a humbling sport. Even the most seasoned angler must,
from time to time, relearn the lessons that only failure can teach.
Inevitably, we learn more about ourselves in times of trouble than we
do in times of plenty. And so it is with fishing.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He who is content to not-catch fish will have his time and attention
free for the accumulation of a thousand experiences.
~Sparse grey Hackle
True humility is contentment.
~Henri Frederic Amiel
Lesson 8: Optimism "Cast Hope upon the Waters"
Henry Ford once observed, "Whether you think you can or think you
can't, you're right." This warning applies to all, but anglers
advised to pay special attention.
Fishing is a sport built upon hope. Each cast is made into uncertain
waters, and the final outcome remains in doubt until the quarry is
safely in the boat. Some days the fish are not biting, and no
on earth can make them rise to the bait During such times, an
optimistic spirit is more valuable than a box full of high priced
The pessimist, focusing on his adversity and failures, soon loses
hope and retires to the shore. He curses his bad luck, packs
tackle box, and returns home empty-handed But the optimistic
believing in the inevitability of his success, keeps casting.
Eventually the tides turn, and the fish begin to bite.
In fishing, as in life, the size of the catch depends upon the size
of one's hopes. On ponds, streams, rivers, lakes and oceans,
self-fulfilling prophesy is alive and well. And so are the fish.
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts;
therefore guard accordingly.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick. ~Proverbs 13:12
Optimisim is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can
done without hope and confidence.
All human wisdom is summed up in these three words; wait and hope.
Lesson 9: Gratitude "Every Day Spent Fishing Is
a Day To Give Thanks"
Every day spent fishing should be a day of thanksgiving. Fishermen
are surrounded by the beauty of nature, they experience the thrill
the catch, and they enjoy the companionship of fellow anglers.
when the catch-net is empty, fishing is its own reward.
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we only know what
to do with it.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
A trauma and change rock your soul, as you struggle to get that job
or get through college, no matter where you are, you can always go
fishing for something.
I don't want to sit at the head table anymore.
I want to go fishing.
Even the thousandth trip to the same old familiar fished-out stream
begins with renewed hope, with unfailing faith.
Find the journey's end in every step.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Begin at once to live and count each day as a separate life.
It is not the fish we catch that counts, for they can be had for mere
silver. It is the break of the waves, the joyous rush of the
and the contemplation of the eternal rush of the stream.
Thank you Chad for continuing to guide me and remind me
the "importance of life" and the "importance of my friends and
family". Thank you for being the best son any mom could have
asked for....I love you. Mom
In Memory of My Son Chad
5/21/72 - 9/3/96
Thank all of you for allowing me to share my son and my memories.
Here Comes The Dawn
Another Mother's Day without me, I know that you were sad,
Having lost your baby boy, how can anyone be glad?
Then comes my birthday, just a short time after,
A day that our family had, to celebrate with laughter!
These days are remembered fondly, by three women in my life,
You my darling mother, a dear sister, and a forever loving wife!
Thank God I can be many places, all through a busy day,
For I try to visit all of you, in a very special way!
My thoughts are with you always, although it's just not the same,
To think of how I'd like to be there, when you call my name.
Following the Braves is easier, with truly the best view,
But nothing compares to the times, I sat watching them with you.
I miss that furry friend of mine and all the fun we had,
I try to make him happy, but sometimes he looks so sad.
Another night has passed and here comes the dawn I see,
A day filled with good wishes and with love sent by me.
~written In Memory of Chad Gordon
- Dan Bryl, Lawrenceville, Ga (Jessica and
From One Broken Heart to Another
I wrote to you almost two years ago.
Just to sign up for this TCF site.
I've read the many stories you've sent to me ...
And felt comfort in what you write.
You see, I knew that you would understand,
how it feels to lose your precious son.
And tonight there is such an emptiness in me.
In two weeks, my son would be twenty-one.
You see other people's life just go on.
All the while your life stands still.
There is an empty hole in my very soul.
I know that you know how I feel.
It seems that my son has been forgotten.
And that makes me feel so sad.
For his life was beautiful & meaningful.
Losing him still hurts me so bad.
People I work with talk of their families.
And I know they don't understand.
I walk daily in this life without the joy
of my dear son holding my hand.
I still have two younger children with me.
Oh, I wrap them daily in my embrace.
But no matter how much love I have for them ...
They can never take my other son's place.
I guess being a single Mom makes it worse.
I am not quite sure how to behave.
I do know that no one could ease the pain
of visiting my dear son's grave.
There are still so many questions
that I need the answers to.
I don't know that I'll ever accept this ...
Or the pain that I've lived through.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart
for listening to me cry to you tonight.
All comfort I've received in the past 2 years ...
Has come from you and this TCF Site.
So as I am about to face the 2nd anniversary,
I ask that you please remember me.
And to those of you who believe in prayer ...
Ask Him to send me peace & serenity.
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Dedicated to Tony's Mom In the Memory of Tony
To Jayne Newton in Memory of Chad.
Look Both Ways
When I was just a small child,
I heard my Momma say,
before you cross the street, my love,
be sure You look both ways.
Well, I treasured those words she said.
I buried them deep within my soul.
I thought about the dangers in life.
Momma's words made me whole.
When I was about to encounter fear,
Momma's words came to mind.
I knew if I heeded Momma's advice,
No dangerous perils would I find.
When I had children of my own,
I warned them of the dangers too.
I told them to always look both ways,
So no harm would come to you.
Oh Momma, I carried your words with me.
I taught them to be strong.
I warned them to look both ways.
So where did I go wrong?
My child was taken from me, Momma.
Oh can't you see my pain today?
When I brought this child into this world,
did I fail to LOOK BOTH WAYS?
I don't understand how it all happened.
He had so much love to share.
He wasn't one to face danger head on.
He wasn't one to take a dare.
Yet, he was taken from me.
Leaving me with an everlasting scar.
Now, my son forever looks both ways...
While he protects us from afar!
Dedicated to Jayne
In memory of her son, Chad