Please light a Candle (to the right) for Mack so I know you were here!

Thank you ALL who visit and think of & remember Mack!

In Heaven Precious Angel Mack!

Thank you Terry ((Faith))!

Out To Play

ALL the Angels came out to play
through the clouds they did emerge..
Such a sudden rush & surge..
the Angels scrambled for front row..
Eliciting a smile.. trying to show..
Just so busy and gossamer now..
we always wonder why & how..
Now I see & watch in awe.. they bring to me..
their precious lives in the form of clouds..
teaching, asking, assisting, playing..
Watching these miracles..speechless..
My heart soars..and desires to be..
Just gazing for the moment
as our Beautiful Angels play out
their lives that Only I appear to see...
All the Angels came out to play...

@2008 Shaye B. Creamer

(Thank You for Mack's beautiful collage, Irene ((Kayla))!)

 Mack, I love You Precious Angel!

Mother's Day 2008

Thank you Mack for my beautiful Angels!

I love you!

Thank You Terry ((Faith Ann))!

Thank you Edie ((Jason))!

(Thank You Ian & Xanaxa B. for this beautiful graphic for Mack!)

HAPPY Birthday/MOTHER'S DAY/Memorial Day!

((Thank You My Max!!))

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May 24 (2007) IN HEAVEN

(Thank you Mary Lynn!!)

4th (2008) Anniversary in Heaven ~Missing You & Loving You So!


(Thank you Karen & Geoff)
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UPDATE ABOUT TRIAL IS ON LEGACY PAGE 
(ADDED 02/28/07 & 03/01/07)

 MURDERER GUILTY ON
3 CHARGES OF CAPITAL MURDER ~ROBBERY

2 DAY TURN AROUND TRIAL WAS
 JANUARY 22 - 23, 2007,
IN RUSSELL COUNTY, PHENIX CITY, AL.  
(LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE~NO APPEALS)

Sentencing was 02/28/07

Mack was murdered out of jealousy 



THANK ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT & PRAYERS DURING THIS ORDEAL!
A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO EVERYONE IN THE RUSSELL COUNTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE & THE RUSSELL COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT, THE JURORS, AND THE JUDGE FOR THE PURSUIT OF & OBTAINING JUSTICE FOR MACK!





(Thank You CJ & TD & TH for the graphics you send me to use)


Mack ~ 15 weeks old~


17 years old
(Thank you Delia for the beautiful frame!)


http://usa.ultimatetopsites.com/bin/topsite.cgi?teenangels&cat=general&ID=226  

Clicking the above and following vote link (more than 1 vote allowed per person)
helps keep Mack a "Teen Angel Forever in the Light". Thank you.


(Thank you Saralyn ((Robbie))!)


Thank you Mack for My mother's day gift/Sign! I LOVE You!
(Our Angels read what we write for/about Them!)


Published April ~ 2007
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This site is now protected with a tracking system.
 If you use this site for anything other than what it is intended for,
 you WILL be identified, and it will be used as legal documentation.
 No "disguise" or blocks will protect you from this tracking system. © 
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(Thank you Terry for this beautiful graphic!)




(Thank you Saralyn ((Robbie)) for the beautiful frame & ALL you do!)



(Thank you Precious Memorials ((Nacy Davis & Delia Biggs))

for the beautiful frame for Mack!)


Mack was born in Phenix City, AL on October 29, 1986, at 1:42 P.M. He weighed in at 7 lbs 1 oz.  All the nurses said he was like a little grown person, not a shrively wrinkled newborn.  He propped upon his hand and  arm on my shoulder just staring at his Mother the entire week we were in the hospital. He would cry when they took him from the room. I would go to the nursery to comfort my child from crying. They then moved him into my room and he was happy.  He learned to walk at 10 months and learned to talk & read at an early age.  Mack is an exceptional child.  Mack was double jointed and could fold himself up into a pretzel shape. Mack often helped tutor his friends as learning and knowledge came so easy for him. During his younger years he would read the Spanish Dictionary for entertainment, to learn words and phrases for THE songs HE WROTE, and to write notes to his friends. Mack's Principal/Teacher gave him wise guidance and counsel in the afternoons. In that time, he also taught him to play chess, which he mastered and then taught to his friends, and to play the trombone. In Sixth Grade in public education, Mack had an IQ of 129 and was a member of the Explore Program through Duke University, Durham, NC, where he was given the opportunity to accelerate 2 school grades (He finished 8 hours of testing in their monitored one-on-one setting in less than 4 hours). Mack was a member of the Columbus 1st Seventh Day Adventist Church, had attended their Private Church School and was Valedictorian for the school's graduation. He then was enrolled in the Seventh Day Adventist Church's Home Study Institute through Griggs University, Silver Springs, MD, where he completed his Senior classes (English, Math, and American Government) in the 9th Grade. Needing to interact socially, as he was a "social butterfly", he attended Hallie Turner Private School (to complete his Ninth to Eleventh Grade classes). Mack's Room was covered with his plaques and certificates of straight A, AB Honor Roll, Outstanding Achievements, and Accelerated Reader (5 books a day). When the teachers could no longer teach him as he had surpassed their knowledge capacity for his grade level, he completed his GED through Chattahoochee Valley Community College in 2004. He completed the 7 1/2 hours GED test in 4 hours after studying (self-taught) for 2 weeks, with test scores so amazingly high, they asked him to retake it, as he was a self-taught learner. He re-took the test and completed it in 3 hours, again with amazingly high scores across the nation. Mack had just received his Diploma 5 weeks before, and was enrolling in Columbus Technical College to learn Electrical Engineering, when he was so brutally and horrendously murdered. Mack was the "class clown", always smiling, always telling jokes, and had a wonderful sense of humor and a magnetic personality. He was the best friend any one could ever hope for, even to his mother. He had several girl friends who were his best friends. He enjoyed talking with them about whatever bothered them or made them happy. Some mothers have told me of the 'words of wisdom' that Mack gave to their children through the course of his young life. He loved animals, his computer, games, his music-both writing & singing, reading, lifting weights, the beach and swimming (therapy at one time), the mountains especially the Blue Ridge Mountains in VA, the Great Smoky Mountains in TN, the rodeo, travelling (Mexico, especially), and writing songs (over 200). He also wrote poetry (published "Celebration" & "Timeless Voices") and short stories ("Colours") and took photos ("Classical Moments"published). Mack wanted to be a rapper "when he grew up" and WROTE songs (He never recorded or produced, but he did go to the "Studio" for sessions). Mack's forte was WRITING. He was one of the most gifted in this field (according to his English instructors) and exhibited outstanding communication skills. Unfortunately, Mack will be forever young as his loving memories, echoes of laughter & joy, and beautiful pictures are all that's left of a once happy, ambitious, bright, laughing, compassionate and intellectual adolescent who was on the brink of becoming a young adult. He was a Beta Tester for the Gaming Magazines and a Code Breaker for the new video games on the market. He also built web sites and learned to do so with his own html codes. Mack's favorite color is blue as everyone knows and his urn is a beautiful blue cloisonne that perfectly matches his blue eyes. He was gifted in so many areas and was a true gift from God. He was truly an awesome person. His doctors at Children's Hospital had recommended that he become a doctor because of his intelligence, caring and good nature, kindness, and compassionate soul. Unfortunately, his lightness attracted the darkness and the "trouble magnet" joined with the wrong person, his acquaintances, and his best friend ~ this ultimately led to him being set up and brutally murdered on May 24, 2004! 


(Thank you Dianne for the beautiful frame!)




Let Their Light Shine...
Thank you Rose (Brittany)!



"There is no friendship, No LOVE, like that of a Mother for the child."
~ Henry Ward Beecher
(Thank you Cindy for the wonderful things you do!)

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer who was born in Phenix City, Alabama on October 29, 1986 and passed away (brutally murdered) on May 24, 2004 at the age of 17. We will remember and love him forever. Mack graced my life at 1:42 p.m. on the day he entered this world after he went into "fetal heartbeat distress" and a head jam; he was born via emergency surgery after a 24 hour labor with no placenta life left. He weighed in at 7 pounds 1 ounce. Mack left this earth 17 years later just as hard as he came in ~ FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE LIKE A MAN~ NOT A WUS OR PUNK!
The horrific tragedy that so brutally ended his young life on that dark, humid, unforgettable night of May 24, 2004, is truly beyond belief. Mack was asleep when I left for work at 8:00 A.M. that morning and I never saw him again or had the opportunity to tell him to his face, "Good-bye" or "I love You". Between 8:57 p.m. (his face appeared to me in my bedroom and he said, "I love you, Mom", and his head went down to the ground & 2 square amber lights (murderer's jeep tail lights) appeared with wooden posts where you would park~Brier Creek State Park)  and 10:30 P.M. that Monday night, he had been shot in the back of the head (multiple times) and beaten in the face and torso and was dead. The bodies were not found until that Thursday, May 27, 2004, just before Memorial Day. Mack and his friend's (RJ) bodies had been dumped in a ravine in the woods like pieces of discarded garbage for the wild animals to further rip and tear asunder.





(Thank you Dianne!)





"L'Innocence" ~by  W.A.~Bougeureau
Angel signs ~ delivering messages...



 Just like the wolves howl, my soul howls for you! I LOVE YOU MACK!
(Thank you Cindy (Kaydence)!)




(Thank you Teri!)



  


Caution...Confusion...

Caution...Confusion..Multiple Contusions...
When I'm feelin' the funk, I'm in the zone
Beats good, vibes bumpin', Chillin' all alone..
Confusion..Like there's two o' me, Choose one..

'Tis C-R-E-A-M, just one with a dream..
You don't have to be my friend..
Just tonin' lean, staying' clean...
Get your pleasure from my pain..

'Tis no bling, what green, there's no ice..
Laugh at me..Too much to ask..
Call me names..All 'bout the sun I bask..
You..grovel, with a pack, not so nice..

What's your gain..long-suffering, joy, temperance..
Love, peace, gentleness,goodness..my body is dead..
Faith, self-control but my spirit eternally soars..
Against such there is no law!

@ 2004 Shaye Creamer, Dedicated to my Son
Written as a song by Mack Creamer @ 2004
Published in "Timeless Voices"~April/2007
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Wish You Were Here

There's a hush upon the world...
an overpowering silence

that cannot be broken.

For I will never see your face again

or hear your laughter fill the room

dancing eyes no more to cast their light

upon the darkest day.

I wish you were here...

how I wish you were here.

There's an empty place

no one can ever fill.

And from the depths of darkest night

only your light

could ever lead me home again.

Only your special grace

could fulfill the promise of the day.

I wish you were here...

how I wish you were here.

I turn amid the bustle of the day,

expecting to see you there.

A fleeting movement,

a glimpse of something familiar,

and my senses are flooded with you.

Shadows flicker in my memory

and slowly disappear.

I wish you were here...

how I wish you were here.

~ Unknown Author ~
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Thank you, Cindy, for the beautiul graphics!



(THANK YOU CINDY! THIS IS GORGEOUS!)


When God calls...

When GOD calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His Love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps GOD tires of calling
the aged to His fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
GOD knows how much we need them,
and so he takes but a few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
Still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Good-bye".
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize GOD loves children,
Angels are hard to find.

~Author Unknown~

Thank you Teri! This is beautiful!








"A rose in a tear may not show
The Love in my heart
that continues to grow...~ Mack"
(Thank you Dianne!)

(Thank you Cindy (Kaydence) for making Mack a 'Star')!





Yo haters..I still see... / Mack Lives On!! I Love Mom! 

Yo haters..I still see..
My body's gone..my spirit's free..
Just came on Valentine's Day..
One thing I have to say..
Your attacks on My Mom I see..
Run over mailbox..shoot Angels..
Continue to Take your pot shots..
Destiny'll see you dwell in Hell..
Yo haters..still a COWARD...NOT a hot shot..
E'en from Heaven Above..
I protect My Mom, ones I love..
When I come for YOU, won't see me..
E'en as a lad, I made her glad..
Now I watch, she's only sad..
Valentine's Day..just came to say..
Since day I was left to die..
Now from Above, I watch her cry..
Yo haters..You heard..
As it's said..so shall it be..
E'en from Heaven I still see..
As I say it look Above, I give YOU the bird!

Yo haters..I still see... 

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'Tis Not Forgotten..They Win..You Lose..

'Tis Not Forgotten..They win..You lose..
Settle in.. Get Complacent.. Relax.. Enjoy..
'Tis Not forgotten you murdered my boy..
He'll come for you deep from shadows
No warning..a wish to be shot
Instead of judgment you got..
Your lies come forth from tattles
You'll shake, shiver, your body rattles...
Mark your face, scar your arms
2 black tears..your Victory on face..
Our suffering..your gain?..
Live out life in disgrace..
Through their suffering & pain..
'Tis Not Forgotten..They win, you lose..
By these heinous acts you choose.
Your cruel deeds left stain..
Spirits soak into ground..
Fore'er YOU'll see them come 'round.
Close your eyes..Shut your mind..
No escape from pain entwined..
When least expected..shadows unfold..
Reaper will come..No soul to collect..
Only your Life to enfold..
No face..No head..No identity to be got
You leave 2 boys in seclusion to rot..
Your eyes~NO soul..your heart~Empty hole..
Your insides will twist, gnarl, and burn..
Your body will itch, twitch, & yearn..
Your visions will eat you from inside out..
For These horrific acts you carried out..
YOU will hear the screams..and try to shout..
Your tongue will swell..no words to emit
All is silent..save tears left we cry..
None come forth from your soulless eyes..
You try to yell..You open wide..
Your home is Hell..NO place to hide...
2 lives... 2 families.. You chose to destroy
'Tis not Forgotten you murdered my boy..
For Jealousy..greed..not e'en for money or need...
Now YOU'll find NO forgiveness ..NO compassion..
No pity.. NO one to hear..Not from you indeed...
You will ROT & perish in the life you chose..
2 lives you ended in horrible darkness...
Because YOU murdered..In the end..
'Tis Not forgotten..They win..You still Lose...

@ 2007 Shaye B. Creamer
Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer's Mom Forever
(brutally murdered at 17)
(Justified at 20) 




Thank you Cindy!



THANK YOU, DELIA, FOR MACK'S BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY FRAME!!
MY BEAUTIFUL SON, MACK, REST IN PEACE!





Baby Christ, from US** with Love.
Thank you (My skaters/dancers/ Boxers/ & Security)!

(I love you Guys!)


Thank you Cindy (Kaydee)! This is beautiful!
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Thank you Saralyn (Robbie)!




Thank you Cindy for the beautiful candle!


SO YOU WANT TO UNDERSTAND?. ..

You say to me, "It's been a year,
when will your grieving end?"
"Why can't you be like you once were,
my smiling happy friend?"

If you really want an answer,
though, I wonder if you do,
I'll take you deep inside me,
where sadness dims the view.

First, my "friend", for your sake,
come close and take my hand,
And we will pray that what I share,
you won't have to understand.

The me you once knew is no more,
it died with my child,
A voice was stilled forever, yet,
the echo drives me wild.

You say you lost Aunt Bertha,
so you have known death too,
Aunt Bertha, however, was not your child,
and she was eighty, not less than 24 months (17) and part of you.

I barely survived those first months,
coping was a dreadful task,
I'd tell you I was fine,
while sobbing behind my mask.

If I talked about my precious child,
you turned away in fear,
You couldn't stand to see me cry,
nor would you share my tears.

I wanted to speak of him, please,
won't you say his name?
But, you pretend he never was,
so he died over and over again.

Oh, I see that you're uncomfortable,
you no longer want my hand,
so as it was before we talked, my "friend",
you don't want to understand!

~Author Unknown~ 
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The Agony of Grief

Grief is a tidal wave that over takes you, smashes down upon you with unimaginable force,
sweeps you up into its darkness,
where you tumble and crash against unidentifiable
surfaces,
only to be thrown out on an unknown beach bruised,
reshaped.
Grief means not being able to read more than two
sentences at a time.
It is walking into rooms with intentions that
suddenly vanish.
Grief is three o’clock in the morning sweats that
won’t stop. It is dreadful Sundays, Mondays that are no better.
It makes you look for a face in a crowd,
knowing full well the face you want cannot be found
in that crowd.
Grief is utter aloneness that razes the rational
mind and makes room for the phantasmagoric.
It makes you suddenly get up and leave in the middle 
of a meeting, without saying a word.
Grief makes what others think of you moot.
It shears away the masks of normal life and forces
brutal honesty out of your mouth before propriety
can stop you.
It shoves away friends, scares away so-called
friends and rewrites your address book for you.
Grief makes you laugh at people who cry over spilt
milk, right to their faces.
It tells the world that you are untouchable at the
very moment when touch is the only contact that
might reach you. It makes lepers out of upstanding
citizens.
Grief discriminates against no one.
It kills, maims. And cripples.
It is ashes from which the phoenix rises, and the
mettle of rebirth.
It returns life to living dead.
It teaches that there is nothing absolutely true or
untrue.
It assures the living that we know nothing for
certain.
It humbles. It shrouds. It blackens. It enlightens.
Grief will make a new person out of you,
If it doesn’t kill you in the making.
By: Stephanie Ericsson





Mack loved to feed the cardinals~his favorite bird!




When God calls...

When GOD calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His Love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps GOD tires of calling
the aged to His fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
GOD knows how much we need them,
and so he takes but a few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
Still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Good-bye".
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize GOD loves children,
Angels are hard to find.

~Author Unknown~

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God's Lent Child

"I'll lend you for a little while
A Child of mine, " God said,
"For you to love the while he lives."

It may be one or two years
Or thirty-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
And should his stay be brief
You'll have his lovely memories
As a solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay,
Since ALL from earth return;
But the lessons taught below
I want this child to learn.

I've looked the whole world over
In search for teachers true;
And from the things that crowd
Life's Lane ~ I have chosen you.

Will you give him all your love?
Nor think that labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take
This Lent Child back again?

I fancied that I heard them say
Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For joys Thy Child will bring
The risk of grief we'll run.

We will shelter him with tenderness
We'll love him while we may ~
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.

But should the Angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the grief that comes
And try to understand.

~Author Unknown~

You're Beautiful 

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I will never be with you.

Yes, she caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
Cause I will never be with you.

lalala,lalala,lalala laaaaaa.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you. 

Written by James Blunt




Beginning to End, Mack's a Godsend! My beautiful son, I love you!
(Mack, Mom, Dad)

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***THIS IS A MEMORIAL SITE FOR MACK***

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"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." ~ 1 Samuel 16:7

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"The Lord is our judge; the Lord is our lawgiver; 
the Lord is our King;
 it is HE who will save us." ~ Isaiah 33:22
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Brutally murdered
 

10/29/1986 ~ 05/24/2004


Mack WAS a true friend & His & RJ's naive loyalty to a "FRIEND" 
~ WHO TURNED OUT TO BE A LOW DOWN
DRUG DEALING PUNK ~ got them both killed, because THEY were in 
the WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME!!


AMERICAN JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED!

"All YOUR words are true;
All YOUR righteous laws are eternal."
~Psalm 119:160





"I have fought the good fight, 
I have finished the course, 
I have kept the FAITH." 
~2 Timothy 4:7





This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer who was born in Phenix City, Alabama on October 29, 1986 and passed away (brutally murdered) on May 24, 2004 at the age of 17. We will remember and love him forever.  Mack graced my life at 1:42 p.m. on the day he entered this world after he went into "fetal heartbeat distress" and a head jam; he was born via emergency surgery after a 24 hour labor with no placenta life left.  He weighed in at 7 pounds 1 ounce.  Mack left this earth 17 years later just as hard as he came in ~ FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE LIKE A MAN~ NOT A WUS OR PUNK!
The horrific tragedy that so brutally ended his young life on that dark, humid, unforgettable night of May 24, 2004, is truly beyond belief. Mack was asleep when I left for work at 8:00 A.M. that morning and I never saw him again or had the opportunity to tell him to his face, "Good-bye" or "I love You". Between 8:57 and 10:30 P.M. that Monday night, he had been shot (multiple times) and beaten in the face and torso and was dead. The bodies were not found until that Thursday, May 27, 2004, just before Memorial Day. Mack and his friend's (RJ) bodies had been dumped in a ravine in the woods like pieces of discarded garbage for the wild animals to further rip and tear asunder. 
WHILE Mack was missing (RCJP had a "Juvenile Pick Up Order" on him ERRONEOUSLY~it should have been removed~THE ATTORNEY WAS HAVING IT REMOVED)~according to the JUDGE'S Secretary, the Attorney, and RCJP~ ALL ADVISED ME TO LEAVE IT IN PLACE~~"THAT WAY THE PCPD & RCSD ARE OBLIGATED TO SEARCH FOR MY MISSING UNDER-AGE SON"!


***THIS IS A MEMORIAL SITE FOR MACK, 


>>>>>>>>>>>>>
When visiting Mack's site, won't you please light a candle  or leave a tribute so we will know you have been here? I thank ALL of you who have left prayers and tributes and lit candles.  All prayers are graciously accepted and welcomed.  >>>>>>>>>


 
At an early age, "Baby Boss Hogg"~Just like Dad! (Mack and his dad both had birthmarks on their upper bicep resembling the bat insignia from Batman)~ Mack was diagnosed (Thank You, Dr. R. Mac & Nursing Staff!) and suffered from Collagen Vascular Disease and Systemic Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (genetic ~ skip a generation from mother's maternal grandmother's side), which had paralyzed him at one point; he had to have 3 bone marrow aspirations at Children's Hospital in Birmingham,AL (Thank you Dr. J. Welch!), before he was placed on steroids to make sure he did not have Leukemia for which the steroids would cause an irreversible cure. (Thank you, Dr. J. Butler, St. Vincents Medical Center!) (Thank you to the Red Cross & U.S. Army for flying his uncle home from overseas to take us to the out of town hospitals!)
Mack had Asthma and Obstructive Sleep Apnea for which he had to have a UPPP, uvulapalatopharyngoplasty (a throat widening and lifting with the soft palate & uvula removed) (Thank you Dr. I.  Lyrene!). His Oxygen Blood Saturation Level had dropped from 99% to 65% (Thank you Dr. Mac & Dr WP for finding this in time!); children die if it drops to 63%. His vision in one eye was 20/200 (Thank you Dr. J. Cogen~UAB) which is legally blind. He could only make out colors and shapes and was technically blind at dark. He tried to keep this from his friends, as he was always having to prove that he was as good at everything they were (he was always the shortest). He was on 7 steroids (reduced therapy) which made him a "macho man" and aggressive and temperamental.. We always thought he inherited that strong will from Mom and Dad. While other kids were off on vacation, Mack was off to Crippled Children's Hospital in Birminham, AL, (Thank you, Dr. J. Heck, Interns, & nurses!) every month, then every 3 months, then once every 6 months until he was down to once a year. He thought the hospital was his vacation area for 8 years until he went into remission. Mack had been in remission 8 years.