Kenneth Creamer (1986

Nov 1987 (13 Mos) ~ Little Mackie giving "a good wave" to his Granny Daine ~"Nite Nite".

Shattered Heart

Shattered Heart.. Broken Dreams..
Not so long ago..Yet a lifetime it seems..
Filling my heart with Love, You entered my world..
This newborn Mack, a tiny beautiful baby boy...
Now like broken glass upon the floor..
Your precious beauty will enter no more..
Daily I try to gather bits, shreds, parts..
Of this broken Shattered Heart..
For precious Mack's struggle and Strife..
As you fought so dearly to claim this life..
Deep within I've locked your smile, tiny hand..
Dancing sunshine eyes, and beautiful face..
Nowhere in time in this cold bleak land..
No other shall unlock this door nor your beauty replace..
Where once a heart pumped full of life and love..
Now Mom's heart is broken and shattered..
As I look for a sign from Mack from Heaven above..
This Shattered heart..broken dreams...
A strong young man will never enter and live..
Not so long ago.. Yet a lifetime it seems..
Shattered Heart.. Broken dreams...

@2009 Shaye B Creamer
Dedicated to my beautiful son,
Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer
10/29/86~05/24/04
(brutally murdered at 17)

Who You'd Be Today
by Kenny Chesney

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.

It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell that I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who'd you be today?

Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An' I know it might sound crazy.

It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell that I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be today?

Today, today, today.
Today, today, today.

[Instrumental Break]

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope,
Is I know I'll see you again some day.

Some day, some day, some day.

I Hear You..

I hear your voice and for the sound I long..
in the whisper of a breeze, in the unfurling of a rose petal..
How can this world have gone so wrong?...
the tiniest sound ..an Angel's whisper to us...come just a little...
gentle resonance of a beautiful butterfly's gossamer wings..
soft trill of a bird at daybreak as he gently sings...
everything and anything causes our heart to break..
then we whisper "Thank you Angel.. Come sit awhile..."
Our beautiful Angels whisper.. and we manage a smile..
I hear you.. across the miles... Our hearts..break.. ache..I hear you...

2007 @ Shaye Creamer for Our Beautiful Angels

When I tell you I love you... It comes right from the heart
When I tell you I love you... I hope we never part
When I tell you I love you... There are no boundaries
When I tell you I love you... It is a bond deeper than words
When I tell you I love you... It's a gift from my soul
When I tell you I love you... I hope you do... too
When I tell you I love you... I get a chill
When I tell you I love you... It means that I do
When I tell you I love you... I hold you tightly
When I tell you I love you... It is forever more
When I tell you I love you... It is for eternity
When I tell you I love you... I am not obsessive...
There are a thousand reasons why I tell you I love you
'cause Mack baby it is true...

Mack's Back
by Mack Creamer @ 2003

How exactly as it seems, Mack's back
Tomorrow's not promised to us
Though I hope it comes ne'er out slack
E'en though I'm gone, don't make a fuss.
Throw a party, got love for ya, Mack's back
Celebrate the joy, the fun, the memories,
Like I'm here, smilin' on e'ery track,
Play music, wipe the tears, sing it, please.
Don't mourn for me, I'm riding, Mack's back
Remember me, rejoice the sunset and sunrise,
Riding with you, e'ery highway, e'ery track
I love ya, miss me, don't mourn my demise.
Replay w' me, exactly it seems, Mack's back
Though my body's gone, my soul lives on
Sealed in notebooks, your hearts, e'ery track
Not self, newly revised, & fore'er your son.

Dedicated in memory to Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer,
murdered at the age of 17. MACK WROTE THESE WORDS
AS A SONG (along with several others). A poem in
HONOR of MACK'S MEMORY!

C-R-E-A-M' S PROMISE

Golden chains bind body, heart entwine,
Through spirits, their soul and mind
Forever encompassed by true powerful,
Strong, know I'm not ol' self, faithful.
Flickering, searing eternalized flames
Never me to be licking near,
Shot down youthful in your city games,
The promise I make, all will hear.
Clawing, snarling, all o'er twitching,
their agony, pain, fore'er'll be mine.
Arms ne'er 'gain enfold, as bewitching
Golden chains bind body, heart entwine
O'er power evil, to the best be mixin'
For C-R-E-A-M, bliss and complete.
Yea, all spirits evil discriminate
Nay, e'en Satan ne'er to compete
Minds, souls, bodies, hearts yearn to sate,
Beg and seek a new start, disintegrate.
Hearts break all hours, fore'er grieve
With this promise, faithful I leave.

@ 2004 Shaye Creamer

A Young Man of God

There was a young man of Grace called Mack
Who truly had for love and kindness a knack
But died as a result of jealousy by a man on crack
Nothing of goodness did this young man lack
All who treasure goodness would want him back
Yet he must stay with God on the heavenly track
Mack does forgive and would give reasonable slack
To those on drugs who led this most brutal attack
For Mack sought only to walk on the path of love
Guided so surely by the Great Hands from above
So let us always remember this fine young man
Who lived only by the divine Christian plan
All who earnestly do so will in proper due time
Join Him in Heaven with the eternal love sublime

With my profoundest prayers
and fondest hopes
@ 2009 Bill of tennis, poetry and love

The True Real Big Mack

It would clearly be petty crime

If i did not take the little time

To take my pen inmy weak hand

To praise the finest Mack in the land

Now before these thoughts turn to vapor

To now focus and place them on paper

Surely and certainly a heavenly award does accrue

To the child that truly loves Christian and Jew

Or to the child that cares equally for white and black

Or nothing in his moral universe does he ever lack

The child who unstintingly cared for every student

Even those who often were not smart or prudent

The child who labored and toiled with loving vision

To end among us any strife or petty division

For man must often create and live by myth

For he wonders if life has any true pith

But I utter these words of which I am certain

That for a child like this there never is a final curtain

For he always lives another eternal and perpetual life

In those he touched and served in love to avoid strife

A child like this is remembered for his goodness for all time

For all his acts were consistent with love and the sublime

Mack helped those he knew to their greatest role

Perhaps taught them how to learn to save their soul.

@ 2009 Bill of poetry, tennis, & love

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

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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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(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
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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

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"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,

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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.
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I love & miss Mack tremendously. Until you have lost a child in such a brutal, savage, heinous way..& to murder...do NOT even pretend to tell me or anyone else, how I as Mack's mother should be acting or grieving...or even how long the process should take..(if you lose your child and finish grieving in 3 - 6 months~ Fine, that is you!)...I am still in shock over the loss of my only child & the savagery shown in these senseless beatings and murders. I have no closure for my child..I will grieve for Mack as long as I need and in the manner I deem necessary, whether anyone likes it or not. This Memorial Site is a tribute to Mack and his life..Not for petty jealousies and quarrels..Show a little respect or keep your back biting opinions to yourself. I love all of you but this is NOT your sounding board! To those of you wondering if I will be upset if you call? TO THOSE OF YOU WHO DO CALL, I APPRECIATE IT ~ IF I DO NOT ANSWER, IT MAY BE BECAUSE I AM JUST TOO SAD & DEPRESSED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION. BUT Rest assured, I LOVE my child and I LOVE talking about him. I will keep his memories and the joys alive.

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TO LIGHT A CANDLE FOR MACK, GO TO THE RIGHT ~~>>>>

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Mack's Urn

2 Months before Mack was murdered,
a beautiful humming bird fell
from the sky dead into the palms of his hands
as he sat on the steps at school.

I've heard it said, "...If a bird flies in your house,
someone in the house will die;
if you catch a bird in hand,
you will be the next to die..."
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Thank You Delia for Mack's Eternal Flame!

12th Century Phillips (Ffylib~12th century Wales)
Maternal Family Crest
(Mack's ancestors (1600) are from Scotland, Ireland,
Wales, England & America)
(see updated family tree for geneology~
(Paternal side ~1770~ )
History behind the Phillips Family Crest (photo 230)

The Walker descendants are noted as emigrating on the George & Ann from Ireland, May 9, 1729 (original copy of "The Genealogical History of History of Descendants of John Walker of Wigton Scotland 1600-1902" They landed in Maryland, then settled in Rockbridge Co, VA, about 1734.

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

This Memorial Site is meant to share with you and to honor Mack and his attributes, merits, and young life as a person, not about his violations or mishaps and quarrels with other kids or the Authorities (I opened Mack's records for ALL to see~I did NOT seal them behind a Juvenile code!)

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Brutally murdered

Proverbs 10:7 "Good people will be remembered as a blessing, but the wicked will soon be forgotten."

MACK IS DEAD~ brutally murdered!!

MACK DID NOT MURDER ANYONE!

"SO CALLED FRIENDS" DO NOT TALK BAD ABOUT THE DEAD OR BRUTALLY MURDERED CHILDREN..

MACK IS NOT TO BLAME!

MACK DID NOT HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE OR A CAR WHEN HE WAS BRUTALLY MURDERED.

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"When Someone You love becomes a memory,
The memory becomes a Treasure."
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C-R-E-A-M' S PROMISE

Golden chains bind body, heart entwine,
Through spirits, their soul and mind
Forever encompassed by true powerful,
Strong, know I'm not ol' self, faithful.
Flickering, searing eternalized flames
Never me to be licking near,
Shot down youthful in your city games,
The promise I make, all will hear.
Clawing, snarling, all o'er twitching,
their agony, pain, fore'er'll be mine.
Arms ne'er 'gain enfold, as bewitching
Golden chains bind body, heart entwine
O'er power evil, to the best be mixin'
For C-R-E-A-M, bliss and complete.
Yea, all spirits evil discriminate
Nay, e'en Satan ne'er to compete
Minds, souls, bodies, hearts yearn to sate,
Beg and seek a new start, disintegrate.
Hearts break all hours, fore'er grieve
With this promise, faithful I leave.

(Mack had written as a song
& I converted to a poem in his memory)

@ 2004 Shaye Creamer for Mack Creamer

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THIS IS A MEMORIAL SITE FOR MACK.
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PLEASE NOTE, ALL VICIOUS, VILE, & NASTY COMMENTS & CANDLES WILL BE DELETED.

The Wrath of God will be upon you for
desecrating a murdered child's memory!

Judge NOT, lest YOU be judged!
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From the Cradle to the grave,
Respect, Honor, and Obey...
You are a good son and
so very brave. You do me proud, Mack.
Mack's Dad taught him this from an early age.

Brutally murdered

10/29/1986 ~ 05/24/2004

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I love and miss my only child!

Mack will always be Remembered
and Loved tremendously!!

Every day this family grieves for
the loss of innocence and
the beloved child, Mack.
(SEE PHOTOS AT BOTTOM)

Young Mack

So strong, young, bold...Mack
Ambitious, brave, carefree.
Just a babe, ne'er to grow old
As you stray, too blind to be,
A path chosen, many friends told,
Ne'er 'gain to see, to set free.
Into Heaven, Father's hand extended
All Angels winged, young Mack,
Delight in the scene, for in leaving awinged,
not looking back
We watch Satan, fists furled, to cringe,
as he has lost again.
Though my young Mack you're gone
All your joy 'n memories live on.
No longer turmoiled, now at peace
My love for you lives on.

Dedicated in Memory to My only Child Mack Creamer
@2004 Shaye Creamer

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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!

Dedicated to my brutally murdered Son Mack Creamer
@ 2005 Shaye Creamer

(Converted to Poem, Originally Written as a
song by Mack Creamer @ 2004)
PUBLISHED IN "TIMELESS VOICES"~APRIL/2007

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Genesis 9:6
Whoever sheds man's blood,
by man shall his blood be shed.

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"Angels touch us through writing,
meditation, the kindness of strangers,
or words of wisdom spoken by a friend."
~Susan Santucci, Pathways to the Spirit~
from Angels All Around Us.

Our tears will forever water the gardens
in Heaven for our beautiful ethereal Angels
to continue to bloom and grow. They love to
hear their name mentioned just as we do.
Any time a child is murdered, his soul is rushed
straight to Heaven; there is a semblence of a
"vengeful spirit" left behind to take care of
those involved in the murders. If you do not find
justice through the Judicial System, lay your fears
to rest...patience...patience....ask questions...
the dead continue to speak.. and their voice will be heard and their murder avenged. If not here on earth, then through the Heavenly Father. "Whomsoever shall harm a hair on one of my little ones' head, shall not just be cast into the pits of Hades and the River of Fire, but shall be utterly and completely destroyed.."

Crossroads to the World~Altar

MACK~MOM~DAD

LOOKING IN ON YOU!

MACK, GRANNY & PAW PAW !

I Love You ALL with what's left of my broken heart!

FATHER'S DAY REMEMBRANCE
Sometimes
Sometimes...
Dad is of the old school and taught that "men don't cry"
or "men don't show their emotions", or they might lose face.

Sometimes...
Dad is a "walk away joe", because he did not want to be a dad anymore,
or changed his mind about being a dad in the 1st place.

Sometimes...
Dad is taught to believe that if he shows any emotion,
he will be considered weak instead of strong.

Sometimes...
The pain & grief is so over-whelming that Dad sees maybe he was wrong.

Sometimes...
The heart cannot bear the stress & duress..
You lose your will, zeal, zest, and passion...

Sometimes...
When you lose your 1st son to heinous murder 13 years ago and
then lose your youngest son in the same fashion..

Sometimes...
You lose your mind...then your health...then your life...

Sometimes...
Dad is not strong enough for the struggle and strife.

Sometimes...
There are no words to speak..as some Dads are left speechless...
@ 2006 Shaye B Creamer, In Loving Memory to KJB, Mack's Dad
(Suffered w/ Alzheimer's 2002~2005, Lost battle w/ Cancer July/2005)

MACK~DAD (MOM)

From the Cradle to the grave,
Respect, Honor, and Obey...
You are a good son and
so very brave. You do me proud, Mack.
Mack's Dad taught him this from an early age.

Hold on to your dreams,
learn how to fly like angels.
Hold on to your dreams,
soaring above, wings of love.
-Gary Moore,
"Like Angels"
From "Angels Around Us." Compiled by Karen Maguire. Reprinted by arrangement with Andrews McMeel Publishing.

Mack's Urn ~ Watch Over My Son!

Mack (14 mos) with Uncle Chris (8)
(Such cute children)

HARD TO FORGET ~ PAW PAW'S FAMILY RAINBOW!
Mack's Paw Paw's Angel Heaven Date ~ 08/27/98
and his Birthday ~ 08/29/28

MACK LOVED HIS GRANDPARENTS (Paul S. & Daine W. Bloxom, Jr.)

TOP RT: (Great~Granny Sallie (pregnant w/ Paw Paw's younger brother)
with Paw Paw at 12.
LEFT(bl/wh): Granny Daine (pregnant with
Mack's uncle & holding Mom~Shaye @ 1 yr)
Center: Mom holding Mack

GRANNY & PAW PAW
& HIS PISTOLSHOOTING MEDALS & AWARDS!
Granny also had her Pistol Sharp Shooter's Award!
(top left:) Paw Paw built his own car
(bottom right~children w/ Granny)
Mack's uncle & Mom (Shaye)~Hawaii

Promises ~ State of Grace

Beautiful Child without a face
Suspended in a state of grace…
The scream, the anguish, the yells
The End will see them ALL beyond Hell…
To see them perish, to see them dead…
Electrocution, lethal injection, bullet in head?
The shaking, indecision, shudder as I wring my hands
In the end, morals and principles stand.
Our Father has taken the lead…
Gently caressed our hand.
Our children resting in his arms
We no longer have to seek, as
He Guides with Promises, no charms.
Like the rainbow after a rain..Promises
Vengeance, justice, & extraction...
His promises...faithful, true, everlasting..
Our respite from pain.. relieved..
Only because we believed..
Let go..anger, remorse, hate
Steadfastly driven..forgive..too late
As He takes over..promises..get even..
Evil..to perish..Ne’er to be Forgiven..

Shaye Creamer @ 2005
In Loving Memory of My Only Son, Mack Creamer,
Brutally Murdered at 17 (10/29/86~05/24/2004)
and in Loving memory of his friend, RJ Davis,
Brutally Murdered at 18 with him.

Watch Over My Son!

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Precious memories through the years ~ Through the tears ~ Window to Heaven of My Precious Son!

Granny (12/12/35~08/21/04)
Paw Paw (08/29/28~08/27/98)
~ Granny Daine's Rainbow ~
"Our Family Chain is broken,
And Nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one
the Chain will link again."

Paw Paw, Granny, & Great-GrandParents with Mack

Fun with Paw Paw~Granny's Rainbow
("What am I doing out of bed?")
& Angel Pup Tux!!

A POEM TO HONOR MACK'S GRANDMOTHER'S
MEMORY...READ AT HER MEMORIAL SERVICE

(it is placed here to honor her as her Heaven Date (August 21)
has just passed (3 mos after Mack was brutally murdered)
and his Paw Paw's is coming up~August 26)
All my favorite people and BEST friends are in Heaven!
Granny Daine has helped care for Mack since he was
born and he has always lived on her land,
now they are ALL living on their Father's land in Heaven)

I LOVE YOU, MACK!
I LOVE YOU, MOM!
I LOVE YOU, DAD!

Do tell...

Do Tell...
Do tell...Daine
So faithful, loyal, strong.
Do tell...Daine
You, I never told,
My arms late to enfold.
Do tell...Daine
Without your strength, trust, love
To see me thru dearths, help rise above.
Do tell...Daine
O' dearest mother o' mine,
The words seldom spoken aloud o'er time.
Do tell...Daine
You, in silence, I praise thee.
Your faithful, trusting love engulfs me.
Do tell...Daine
Through acts, deeds, words unspoken,
My love for you ne'er a mere token.
Do tell...Daine
So dear, precious, beautiful, true,
Oft thought, rarely spoken, I dearly love you.

Copyright ©2004 Shaye B Creamer
In Loving memory of my mother, Hallery Daine (Walker) Bloxom.
PUBLISHED IN "IMMORTAL VERSES"~DECEMBER/2006

Angel Pup~Tux, Watch over my Precious Angel!
All Dogs go to Heaven too!

TUX, WATCH OVER MY PRECIOUS ANGEL MACK!
A kind word, a pat & kiss on the head, roll over & go gently to bed!
ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN,TOO!

Mack & Tux (1995)
All Pups go to Heaven too!

"In order to explore new oceans, you must be willing to
take your eyes off the shore." - Anonymous

MACK'S BACK IN BABY BLUE!!

How's the Nation?   HOT, SUNNY,RAINY; IT'S ALL COOL!
ALWAYS FAITHFUL, TRUE.
I LOVE YOU!
Thank you Dear Child!!

Mack is a Teenager & interested in many things:
SOME OF MACK'S FAVORITE THINGS:

Mack is a gourmand & loves to cook gourmet food
(recipes at bottom of page).
Mack writes RAP songs.
Mack writes short stories & poems (published).
Mack read every book he could (our house is full).
Mack lifted weights and worked out.
Mack liked Wrestling & hockey
(he caught the Columbus Cottonmouths
puck at their 1st game)
Mack LOVES shooting hoops,
Auburn (Tigers) football~"WAR EAGLE" ("Go Aubie")~
(#69~Mack's number in school)
& baseball (Atlanta)"Go Braves!" ("Tomahawking")
& NY Yankees & basketball ~ NY Knicks.
Mack is left handed & has a left hand bass guitar.
Mack has an electric keyboard.
Mack loves dancing & rapping .
Mack loves taking pictures (published).
Mack loves the PC~ built websites, beta tester, & code breaker.
Mack loves movies & game systems.
Mack's a Chess Master & excelled at Scrabble.
Mack excels at ALL games and is a good & fairsport.
Mack's a great friend & LOVES the telephone.
Mack loves to 'Just Chill' with his friends.
Mack loves his "Go-Go Granny (RIP)"~
~they are heading to Florida,
'Riding out still!"

Mack IS Left Handed (but could use both), battered & worn, slightly used, NOT new (over 12 yrs) GUITAR!
Mack gave Chef Bernard (FL) a Fender bass guitar..
(Thank you for helping Mack)

"In My Music, I'm trying to play the truth of what I am.
The reason it's difficult is because I'm changing all the time."
~Charles Mingus

~ MACK COULD DANCE ~~ ATTITUDE DANCING!!~

MACK'S REWARD IS IN HEAVEN! WHERE'S YOURS?

THIS IS THE "KINDA CAR & RIMS" MACK WANTED TO BUY..

"Please, MOM, it's only $4500!!"   He saved his money for a down payment.

MACK DID NOT HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE OR A CAR WHEN HE WAS MURDERED.
IN ORDER FOR HIM TO GO "RIDE WITH "FRIENDS", THEY HAD TO PICK HIM UP.
MACK IS A TEENAGER AND INTERESTED IN MANY THINGS..THE SYMBOLS ON HIS SITE DO NOT MEAN HE IS AFFILIATED WITH A GANG!

Watch Over My Son!

WHAT A CUTIE PIE!!!

2 Months before Mack was murdered,
a beautiful humming bird fell
from the sky dead into the palms of his hands
as he sat on the steps at school.

WATCH OVER MY SON!

Mack's Back
by Mack Creamer @ 2003

How exactly as it seems, Mack's back
Tomorrow's not promised to us
Though I hope it comes ne'er out slack
E'en though I'm gone, don't make a fuss.
Throw a party, got love for ya, Mack's back
Celebrate the joy, the fun, the memories,
Like I'm here, smilin' on e'ery track,
Play music, wipe the tears, sing it, please.
Don't mourn for me, I'm riding, Mack's back
Remember me, rejoice the sunset and sunrise,
Riding with you, e'ery highway, e'ery track
I love ya, miss me, don't mourn my demise.
Replay w' me, exactly it seems, Mack's back
Though my body's gone, my soul lives on
Sealed in notebooks, your hearts, e'ery track
Not self, newly revised, & fore'er your son.

Dedicated in memory to Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer,
murdered at the age of 17. MACK WROTE THESE WORDS
AS A SONG (along with several others).  A poem in
HONOR of MACK'S MEMORY!

Window to Heaven ~ Angels!
Mack (murdered/2004),
KJB~Dad(cancer/2005),
Aunt Lynn(heartattack @ 36 in 1996),
Grandparents (GrDad~suicide/1998,
GrMom~heart attack
~undiagnosed lungcancer/2004),
& Great-Grandparents (old age/malnutrition/
deterioration of bones/1980's).

MACK & GRANNY
SHINE YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIGHT!

MACK~GRANNY~PAW PAW
WINDOW TO MY HEART ~ SHINE YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIGHT!
Translation: "God gives and God removes."

MACK~MOM~DAD~GRANNY
KEEP SHINING YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIGHT!

C-R-E-A-M' S PROMISE

Golden chains bind body, heart entwine,
Through spirits, their soul and mind
Forever encompassed by true powerful,
Strong, know I'm not ol' self, faithful.
Flickering, searing eternalized flames
Never me to be licking near,
Shot down youthful in your city games,
The promise I make, all will hear.
Clawing, snarling, all o'er twitching,
their agony, pain, fore'er'll be mine.
Arms ne'er 'gain enfold, as bewitching
Golden chains bind body, heart entwine
O'er power evil, to the best be mixin'
For C-R-E-A-M, bliss and complete.
Yea, all spirits evil discriminate
Nay, e'en Satan ne'er to compete
Minds, souls, bodies, hearts yearn to sate,
Beg and seek a new start, disintegrate.
Hearts break all hours, fore'er grieve
With this promise, faithful I leave.

@ 2004 Shaye Creamer

Window to Heaven ~ Angels
Mack(murdered~05/04),
KJB ~ Dad(cancer~07/05),
Terena (~1/2 sister~mva/stroke @ 32~2/14/04),
Aunt Lynn(heart attack @ 36~1996)
Grandparents
(GrDad~suicide/1998 & GrMom~ heart attack/
undiagnosed lung cancer~2004),
& (Center): Maternal Great-Grandparents
(Mack's namesake)
~Mack Hillery & Mary H. Walker(VA)
& (Bottom Rt): Paternal Great-Grandparents
~ Paul S. & Sarah Bloxom, Sr. (PA)
(old age~1980's).

**NEW PHOTO COLLAGES & POEMS ARE BELOW THE WOODEN CROSSES***

MACK'S RAINBOW ~ ("Mack's Rainbow"~ Photo Published in "Classical Moments")
My Beautiful baby ~ Beautiful Smile~ Just a look & I have to smile!

I love and miss ya MAck / Shaelyn Renee (bestfriend)
Mack was and always will be my best friend!
He was the only guy i could turn to no matter what happened.
I love and miss him sooo much!
He will always have a huge piece of my heart!
heres a poem that i wrote:

Theres so much pain
that i hide inside
if i told you i was okay
i flat out lied

You'll never understand
you'll never know the depth
you'll never know how many times
i sat here and wept

i hurt all day
and every minute too
what has happened?
i don't know what to do

you'll see me breakdown
loose contol and cry
and i'll be screaming
"i just want to die"

There's really no words to say
all the things i feel
so down to my knees
i begin to kneel

"God if you're out there
deliver a message for me...
Tell Mack i love him
not just for now, but for eternity

Make sure you send him
all of my love
and ask him to watch over me
Like the stars above

Make sure to tell him
i want him in my dreams
even though it hurts me
it's the only way we're a team

I just want one mintue more
to spend with my friend
and for me to express my feelings
before his life went to an end

God while your listening
i still am confused
why did you take him
and leave my heart to be abused?

Mack held me together
in the time of need
words can't express
what he means to me

God while you're wiping my tears
let Mack see
that he was only a guy
but everything to me

I know i may never see him again
but his presence i can feel
God please understand
this is the only way to heal

I want just one last time
to look in those blue eyes
and to know, he's the only guy
that would tell me no lies

God, take his hand in yours
and assure him my love runs deep
and all his secrets
i promise to forever keep

God , just one more favor
before you leave
let Mack come to me
whenever he's free

I know this is a lot
but this favor ineed
this is the most important thing
that's ever mattered to me

I have to touch his hand
and look into his eyes
i have to tell him i love him
and answer all the why's

If not...
I'll try to understand
but tell Mack i love him
and take him by the hand

lead him to the best place
in the beautiful place above
and make sure you send him
all my unforgettable love!

Mack and Shaelyn...Forever a team.
@ 2004 Shaelyn Renee

"Death may end a life, but it doesn't end a relationship"
Thank you, Shaelyn. I love you, too!

Mack.
Words alone can never describe the loss we all feel at your sudden senseless passing. We will always love you and miss you. You may be gone but you will NEVER be Forgotten. You were taken so young but you made such an impact on anyone and everyone you touched.
Shaye, We may not always agree on things but right or wrong we are still family and will always love you and Your beautiful son, Mack.We will always be here for you just as we were for Mack's passing when I came home to help and be by your side.
I will always love you/miss you and my sons miss and love you too.
Love Always -- Your sister.
Kathleen.Koji.Hideyoshi and Baby Kai HIGASHI
NY

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POEM TO MACK ~ JESSI SMITH (COUSIN/ FRIEND)

I love you so much Shaye and i will always be here for you.
I know im just a teenager but everyone needs a
friend to talk to and a shoulder to cry on.
When i get my car i can start coming around there
like i used to. I wrote this poem the other night
when i was thinking about Mack...

I never thought we'd talk like this
only through my prayers
and even though I can't hear your voice
I know you're always there
you were the hand that lifted me up
when I got down
You were the one who made me smile
when I often wore a frown
You held all my deepest secrets
and never told a soul
your friendship kept me warm inside
when the world made me so cold
we always talked about the future
and how we'd be here for each other
but now you're in Heaven
so wait for me, my brother
we will catch up on old times
and I will have you back
but just remember until then
I'll always miss you, Mack!

@ 2004 Jessi Smith (cousin/friend)
Dedicated to Mack Creamer

Thank you, Jessi. I love you, too!

letter to mack / Amber Pritchett (friend)
youll never go away everyone says give time youll quit trying to call him youll quit wanting to see his smile but i know youll never go away we have that bond that cant be broken through life or death because I can still hear u calling my name I know youll never go away I lie awake and feel your kiss and hear your voice I know youll never go away I stand In a crowed room but I see u walking to me I hear u calling my name I turn to look does anyone else see you they don't seem to notice so I turn back cuz I hear u say I love you everything is ok I see your smile but still no one sees u only me so I know youll never go away for this is why I go on each day becuse I know u walk beside me and hold my hand for this I know youll never go away I love u so much mack Ill see u again someday untill then I can try to to deal with u being mine and bryants angel R.I.P love u

Thank you Amber& Bryant. I love you, too!

DUE TO THE GRAPHIC & SENSITIVE NATURE OF THE MURDERS, THIS INFORMATION ~ "XXX"~ HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THE HOMEPAGE & IS AVAILABLE FOR VIEWING ON THE LEGACY PAGE (CLICK TAB AT TOP) **This information had been suspended due to the impending trial.

These 2 children, Mack & RJ, were missing & lie dead in a ditch in the woods
in Briar Creek State Park leased from the Corps of Engineers (US Army) for 3 days. RJ's parents and family did a continuous ground search for 3 days for which I will be endlessly grateful. I was physically unable to assist in the physical ground search for our missing children, because of complications from a motor vehicle accident. However, this does not mean that I love my child any less or more than RJ's family loves him and that I was not making the necessary phone calls to find our children. I had no one to immediately call upon on my behalf to take my place in the search; my family members could not for various reasons. The 3 times (Tues, Weds, & Thurs) I did attempt to go to Cottonton, AL, to assist in the search, the Sheriff's Department DID call to ask several times where I was and TOLD me to NOT go down there for the search. I was told to "find my "Comfort Zone", accept the fact that my child is not coming home, and get on with my life." All of the Davis' families efforts and tenacity are to be commended, admired, and praised. For the remainder of my life, I shall be forever grateful and thankful for their unrelenting efforts.

"Not all are called to personal labor in foreign fields,
but all can do something by their prayers..."6T 29



The Wrath of God will be upon you for
desecrating a murdered child's memory!

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.

While we do not place our faith directly in angels,
we should place it in the God who rules the angels; then we can have peace.
                                     - Billy Graham


Mack is of English-Irish-Scottish-American Indian-& American descent and was named after his maternal great-grandfather (Mack Hillery Walker of VA) and paternal grandfather (John "Mac" Hillery of Texas). Both of them went by "Mack". (SEE PHOTOS AT BOTTOM OF PAGE) He also had a 4th great-grandmother named Pocahontas. Mack was a truly gifted individual with so many plans and so much to contribute to society. He amazed his teachers, Principals and Pastors with the knowledge he acquired so easily so early in life. His young mind was a sponge absorbing everything, but that didn't mean it was to be spread on the ground in (lower) Cottonton, Alabama.



   Angels do God’s work. If you want to look at it from a human perspective, God assigns helpers to carry out His plans. So He has designed angels to be on earth (and every other planet in the universe), to carry out His infinite number of directives.            -Barbara Mark and Trudy Griswold,
"The Angelspeake Storybook"From "Angels Around Us."

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 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") 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.




Mack and RJ were introduced to the murderer by a girl and the "best friend" in the neighborhood (With friends like these, you sure as Hell don't need any enemies!)  Mack and RJ only knew the "Confessed Murderer" 3 weeks before they were so brutally & horrendously murdered. Whatever the REASON this Murderer and his acquaintances give for this horrific crime, it will never be accepted or forgiven.     MACK and RJ DID NOT DO DRUGS!!   Yes, I will adamantly and vehemently acclaim to the end, MACK & RJ ARE GOOD BOYS!!  Those with a different opinion vent elsewhere.



Where are the "friends" who know what happened but have scattered and hidden themselves like a bunch of RATS & COWARDS they know they are??

  Angels can maintain anonymity as long as they need to, pretending to be mortal when the occasion calls for such a masquerade.- Emily Hahn, “Breath of God”

THE PERFECT GIFT!


"Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the Heavenly lights,
who does not change like shifting shadows." ~James 1:17 (NIV)



                      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. MacLeod & 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 assisting us in being able to go 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 after he had his tonsils removed & an adenectomy & tubes in his ears) (Thank you Dr. K.(WFGMH) & Dr. I. McIerney (CHUAB)!). 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~EFUAB) 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 dosage 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, Residents, & 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.


Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.
- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet



At age 12, Mack and a young girl were kidnapped at gunpoint by 2 men from a State Park in Valley, AL and were missing for 24 hours (the girl was raped 4 times & given drugs - Mack's Drug Test was Negative).   Mack was able to describe in detail & with sketches the information needed that led to their arrests (Thank you Mr. Scott & Abbott); however, they only received one year for "Contributing to the Delinquency of Minors", as both children had reached the 'Age of Culpability'.    At the age of 14 a school bully (6'4", 240 lbs) from elementary and junior high school, forced Mack to drink 2 full bottles of a decongestant cough syrup in a store, which resulted in Mack being rushed to the Emergency Room and being placed in the Cardiac Unit, as the Pediatrics Unit did not have the necessary machines to stabilize him; he was then transferred to the Adolescent Psychiatric Unit of East AL Medical Center (Thank you Drs. N, N, & PL).
This same bully, along with 4 others attacked Mack in the school bathroom, slamming his face into the wall, kicking him in the ribs, and trying to throw him through a plate glass window. They had broken his nose and left hand and he was left handed [AND yes, there was a court case involved] , threatened to kill him, and stalked Mack in private school to the point of pulling a pistol on him. (While other kids were enjoying Christmas vacation, Mack was at the ENT Surgeon's office and Hughston Clinic and The Medical Center) Both times Mack was afraid to press charges on the boy (16),
as he had said he would kill him.

NO CHILD SHOULD BE AFRAID TO ATTEND SCHOOL BECAUSE ANOTHER IS BULLYING or THREATENING HIM!



While, I, his mother do see the best things about Mack, I am by all means
not making him out to be "goody goody".
ALL Juvenile Records are SEALED. However, I have OPENED Mack's life for everyone to read, NOT HIDDEN BEHIND THE CLOSED CLOAK of sealed records, as one who has become an ADULT.
BUT I am here to stand
up for and defend my child from Life into Death.

Others may see him in a negative light; THEREFORE, I am not saying Mack didn't have his troubles, faults, foibles, and "run in's" in life, but I consider these to be "Victim of Circumstances" mishaps. For instance, 5 teenage boys (we have learned 1 is related to the murderer) and 1 adult had called my home 35 times to threaten to break Mack's legs and kill him (the sheriff's office could do nothing as, most of the calls were from cell phones registered in different people's names.) This group of "Wild Dogs in human form" did accost him at a public gathering place for kids, at which time Mack did pull a knife in self-defense against the 6, and there was a court case. At another time, he was beaten in the head with a pistol and with a belt buckle by an adult employee in public school and drugs were planted in his bookbag; (AND yes, once again there was a court case) AND Mack's Drug Test was Negative. Another time, Mack went to a bowling alley with a girl who left with her friends. She had asked him to hold her things until she got back; Once again, he was in court for having 2 cold tablets without packaging. Shortly after he was released to my custody, she was being picked up for "Curfew Violation" and said Mack had taken her to a motel, drugged her, and raped her- This is one time a young man is glad he was arrested first--the same officer picked her up and knew it was a lie (AND again Mack's Drug Test was Negative)(Thank you Attorney WGIII). During the ensuing court proceedings and WHILE Mack was missing (RCJP had a "Pick Up Order" that was 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"!

Another junior high student (also involved in the broken nose and hand incident at school) (AND yes, I did take this Juvenile and his mother to court) raced by our house doing 85 miles per hour, after stealing his mother's SUV to run over Mack, who was waiting to be picked up by friends to attend a concert. Unfortunately, the boy did not survive the "ride" when he attempted to over-correct the vehicle in a turn at the end of our road and now he is also an Angel in Heaven,
and my prayers and blessings do go out to his mother and family.
MACK WAS A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCES
IN THESE INCIDENTS.

  Angels are not humans who have died, whether babies or adults... The only way an angel has ever come into existence is to have been created by God. People are born. Angels are created.      -Marilynn Carlson Webber and William D. Webber, "A Rustle of Angels"

***NEW PHOTO COLLAGES & POEMS ADDED BELOW WOODEN CROSSES AS YOU SCROLL DOWN***

12th Century Phillips (Ffylib) Family Crest
of Mack's Maternal Ancestors.
(Mack's Family Tree is to the 1600's~so far)

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RE-RELEASE OR DISCLOSURE IN A PUBLIC OR ANY MANNER
WITHOUT THE WEBSITE
OWNER'S WRITTEN PERMISSION.

UPDATES ABOUT THE MURDERS,
THE INVESTIGATION, & THE FACTS
ARE ADDED TO THE LEGACY PAGE..
CLICK TAB AT TOP

Brutally murdered

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.

"You will know the truth,
and the truth will set you free."~John 8:32

      From the Cradle to the grave,
     Respect, Honor, and Obey...
You are a good son and
so very brave. You do me proud, Mack.
His Dad taught him this from an early age.

  FOR DETAILS ABOUT THE MURDERS AND UPDATES CLICK ON THE LEGACY TAB AT TOP.

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I love and miss my only child! Mack will always be Remembered and Loved tremendously!! Every day this family grieves for the loss of innocence and the beloved children, Mack and RJ (SEE PHOTOS AT BOTTOM).

               Genesis 9:6 Whoever sheds man's blood,
by man shall his blood be shed.

I love & miss Mack tremendously. Until you have lost a child in such a brutal, savage, heinous way..& to murder...do NOT even pretend to tell me or anyone else, how I as Mack's mother should be acting or grieving...or even how long the process should take..(if you lose your child and finish grieving in 3 - 6 months~ Fine, that is you!)...I am still in shock over the loss of my only child & the savagery shown in these senseless beatings and murders. I have no closure for my child..I will grieve for Mack as long as I need and in the manner I deem necessary, whether anyone likes it or not. This Memorial Site is a tribute to Mack and his life..Not for petty jealousies and quarrels..Show a little respect or keep your back biting opinions to yourself. I love all of you but this is NOT your sounding board!  To those of you wondering if I will be upset if you call? Rest assured, I LOVE my child and I LOVE talking about him. I will keep his memories and the joys alive.

The deceased are not always a gruesome subject
and something to be avoided.
Mack was and is full of "energies"
                                     that are still present.

   The highest tribute to the dead
     is not grief, but gratitude.
        - Thornton Wilder

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TO LIGHT A CANDLE FOR MACK, GO TO THE RIGHT~~~~~~~~~~

A Guy Who Will Always Be Loved
By Sus by Susan Card (Best Friend)(best

A guy full of laughter
A guy full of love
A guy who could always be trusted
Who now lives up above
He will always be with us
Never forgotton
It will be hard
Days will not be the same
Without Mack Creamer by our sides
If only he were here 1 minute
1 second just to say goodbye
He may not be here in person
But he'll be in our minds
Just think about the old days
And all the good times
He's smiling down from Heaven above
Knowing and caring
He will always be loved.

@ 2004 Susan Card (VERY Best Friend)

Sometimes
by Crystal Turner

Sometimes I just cry and cry, through the tears I can not see.
Sometimes I just sit and reminisce on all the memories.
Sometimes I call your family,who always reminds me of you, just to check in.
Sometimes I talk to you, though you're not here in body, You're still my friend.
Sometimes I get so angry, I can barely hold it in.
Sometimes I ask God to bring you back, and I tell him "No one will ever know it."
Sometimes I am lost in you, I can't think of anything else.
Sometimes I feel you near me, it's a blessing in itself.
Sometimes I know you're watching, wishing we weren't so sad.
Sometimes I hear you whisper, it's like a gentle laugh.

Sometimes I wipe your tears away, and send you a feeling of hope.
Sometimes I send you memories, you might have forgotten long ago.
Sometimes I see my family hurting, I wish I could take away their pain in an instance.
Sometimes I hear you talking, even from a distance.
Sometimes I see how mad you get, and I wish that it weren't so.
Sometimes I remind you of their consequences, much worse than ten fold.
Sometimes I send you little signs to let you know I'm always around.
Sometimes I give you a hug, and it vanishes your frown.
Sometimes I still Joke with you, like I did in the past.
Sometimes I know I'm the reason you smile, and as an angel I gently laugh.
@ 2004 Crystal T.

Thank you, Crystal. I love you!

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TO LIGHT A CANDLE FOR MACK, GO ABOVE AND
~~~~~TO THE RIGHT~~~~~

"You will know the truth,
and the truth will set you free."~John 8:32

** It is a very sad day when not only is your child beaten and shot beyond recognition and YOU have to supply the photo so the Authorities can relate to the corpse as a human being with a face, but also when you are told there is not "enough" there to have a proper casket burial as the child is in 3 body bags and there is nothing for viewing~("BECAUSE HE IS IDENTIFIABLE AS HUMAN ONLY BECAUSE HE IS A 'TORSO WITH APPENDAGES'!" "OH, MACK HAS THE METAL PLATE ?") Maggots engulfed where the head should have been from the neck up! ALL SUGGESTED Mack be cremated.**
MACK HAD JUST HAD HIS YEARLY PHYSICAL AND WAS 5'7" TALL; 3 INCHES TALLER THAN HIS GRANDMOTHER (SHE HAD TO LOOK UP AT HIM); YET THE AUTOPSY LISTS HIS HEIGHT AS 5'4" ~ MACK DID NOT LOSE 3 INCHES IN DEATH FROM DECOMPOSITION AND THE OTHER BOY RETAINED ALL HIS HEIGHT~ HOWEVER, IF YOU "LOSE 3" OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD (GUNBLAST OR CHOPPING) THAT WOULD EXPLAIN THE 3 INCHES MACK IS MISSING IN HEIGHT, I GUESS.

**UPDATE** The Autopsy ReportS on Mack was received on January 03, 2006 (a very long 19 months after the murders).  They confirm what was previously told to the Authorities, "No Drugs or Alcohol" were detected in his system & MACK's face WAS (shot) beaten off.
( 3 1/2 x 2 1/2 inches entrance wound) The WHOLE LEFT SIDE OF HIS HEAD AND TOOK THE FACE OFF GOING OUT (WIDE SHARP BEVELING) WITH NO FACIAL BONES TO RECONSTRUCT! ALL THAT WAS LEFT IN THE VIDEO WAS THE RIGHT BACK QUADRANT OF MACK'S HEAD!

  FOR DETAILS ABOUT THE MURDERS AND UPDATES CLICK ON THE LEGACY TAB AT TOP.

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He Only Takes The Best

A heart of gold stopped beating,
Two shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Little did we know that morning
The sorrow the day would bring.
The end was sudden, the shock severe.
We never knew that death was so near.
When days are sad and lonely,
And evening shadows fall,
We hear your voice and see your face.
Your sweet memory lingers on.
God knew you had to leave us,
But you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

@ 2004 Susan Card (Best Friend)
In loving memory of Mack Creamer

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. The horrific tragedy that so brutally ended his young life and that of his friend, Robert Joshua "RJ" Davis, 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". At 8:57 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 RJ's 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.

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Holly's Poem to Mack & Shaye (2nd Cousin )
In memory of Mack Creamer October 29, 1986 ~ May 24, 2004

Until your mother is with you again, may you Rest in Peace, Waiting for her.

He climbed the stairs to Heaven and stopped once to look back and see
If the heart of his mother was still beating or was filled with fear and grief.
He stopped once to stand beside her, if she could only see
That the day he has left will remind her of his love eternally.
He knew not what would happen, on the day he left her alone
But knew he didn't leave her...This proud Mother, He was her son.
Left in her soul forever, How will she make it through the days?
With only a memory~~No answers, To this world such evil ways.
Now she stands in the shadows of sorrow~No Son~He's left her alone.
But she smiles because she knows he is with her.

She is a Mother
And He is her Son.

Written for Shaye Creamer by her cousin Holly Beckner @ 2004

May you always have the strength to make it through the days ahead. And may you always know you are not alone. Mack is standing beside you with his hand on yours, a smile on his face and an undying love for you~~his Mother. My heart is broken for your loss and in this time of sorrow, I hope your heart is filled with happy memories, smiles and laughter, and Mack. He is only physically gone but will live in your heart forever. My prayers are with you always....Holly

Thank YOU, Holly for your beautiful poem in Mack's memory. I love You!

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"...You will know them by their fruits"
Matthew 7:20

Forget ME Nots!

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ACROSS THE MILES, THROUGH THE SMILES, A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!

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Forget ME Nots!
Glitter Graphics

MACK'S RAINBOW ~ GOD'S PROMISE ~ A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!

THROUGH THE YEARS, AND THE TEARS, A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!

BEAUTIFUL BABY, BEAUTIFUL CHILD, JUST A LOOK & I HAVE TO SMILE!

Forget ME Nots!

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Yes, I believe this truly awesome child was a gift from God, that I had the honor of loving, upbringing, teaching, and sharing his short but glorious life with, for a full seventeen years.  Mack is a pure inspiration and beacon of light in the dark. He has graduated to a Higher Plane of Learning and is now teaching and learning at the University of Heaven in the House of God. Everyone who he ever came into contact with liked him, except the bully who had a history of mental health problems.. Mack had a pleasing personality, beautiful smile, handsome face, kind and compassionate nature, and was a joy to have and to love in this family. I dearly love, grieve for him, and miss my only child, the one and only Kenneth Mack Hillery Creamer.  Kenneth is an English name which means handsome. Mack-Hillery (MacHillory) is an Irish-Scottish name which means strength. Creamer means I will love him forever. Thank all of you for the true friendship and love you have shown my child over the years and thank you for visiting his memorial, lighting candles, offering condolences, and feedback. God Bless all of you and please keep us in your prayers and him in your hearts. Justice will be served for these two beautiful children, Mack Creamer and RJ Davis, who were brutally tortured and murdered together on May 24, 2004. God Bless You!

  "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."

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(CONTINUE TO BOTTOM OF PAGE TO SEE PHOTOS)

Forget ME Nots!

This is the flyer used to search for Mack, with "Possible Reward" and possible Foul Play & Gunshot Wounds suspected!
Mack's Temporary Driver's License was never found!!
(PLEASE NOTE MACK'S HEIGHT IS 5'7";
THE AUTOPSY LISTS HIS HEIGHT AS 5'4")

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Forget ME Nots!

Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Mom... I Love You!
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Forget ME Nots!

ECHOES OF LAUGHTER, REMEMBRANCES OF JOY OF MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY!

Forget ME Nots!
Glitter Graphics

Forget ME Nots!

"We must be aware that angels keep in close and vital contact with all that is happening on the earth. Their knowledge of earthly matters exceeds that of men. Let us believe that they are here among us."
- Billy Graham, "Angels: God's Secret Agents"

BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES!

THROUGH THE YEARS ~ BEAUTIFUL CHILD ~ THROUGH THE TEARS ~
I LOVE YOU, MACK!

Friends Until The End

by Susan Card (Best Friend)

We used to talk
We used to laugh
We were the best of friends
I thought thats how it would always be
You taught me so much
Told me exactly what to say
When the wrong person came my way
I wish it were still the same
But someday I know it will
Maybe not today
But we will meet up again
It won't be long until I see your face
In heaven that beautiful day.

@ 2004 Susan Card (Best Friend)
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BEAUTIFUL MACK, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

No matter what happens...
No matter how bad things get...
No matter what is taken from you...
Nobody can ever take away your faith!

Forget ME Nots!
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I MISS YOU
by Susan Card
You are there
and I am here
thinking about how much
I love you
thinking about how much
I respect you
thinking about how much
I miss you

You are there
and I am here
thinking about how much
I cannot wait
until we are together again
thinking about how
I will appreciate
more than ever
the time
we will spend together
I love you..
@ 2004 by Susan Card (Best Friend)
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Forget ME Nots!

I Can't Wait to Be with You Again

by Susan Card (Best Friend)

You don't know
how much I miss you
I live each day
as it comes
functioning in all my tasks
smiling when needed
even laughing at times
but inside I am so alone
each minute seems like an hour
each hour seems like a day
What makes this time bearable
are my thoughts of you and
knowing that I will
be with you soon

@ 2004 Susan Card (Best Friend)

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DITCH WHERE MACK & RJ LIE FOR 3 DAYS IN THE HEAT AFTER BEING BRUTALLY MURDERED!

This is the ditch off Highway 4 in Briar Creek State (Federal) Park on Briar Creek Road in Cottonton, AL[towards bottom of map] (about 45 miles from their homes in Salem [top of map]~SEE PHOTOS), Mack & RJ were dumped in and left for 3 days in the 95 degree heat after being brutally beaten, shot multiple times, and murdered.

"The brain is completely missing" (Autopsy~No explanation~just the statement)
By the way, SMART A$$!, I know where Mack's brain is..Yours? You never had one!

This skull is NOT on here for any ritualistic or morbid reasons.
Mack's face was beaten/shot off (WIDE SHARP BEVELING) and I have been given no picture or reconstruction pattern of any facial bones or skull diagrams or areas on the face other than what is shown on his skull from the Autopsy (SEE PHOTOS). His facial bones were destroyed and the Forensics Lab people will NOT return my calls and explain the autopsy.
see PHOTOS for size of a .22 caliber bullet entrance wound
(as small as your little finger nail)
AND WHY WOULD YOU THINK THEY WERE STILL ALIVE AFTER
BLOWING A HOLE THAT BIG IN THE HEAD?
(3 1/2 x 2 1/2 inches~
APPROXIMATELY THE SIZE OF A COFFEE CUP,
WHICH TAKES OFF THE WHOLE LEFT SIDE
OF THE BACK OF THE HEAD & "wide sharp bevelling" (the whole face is blown off upon exiting!)

BUT this Memorial Site is meant to share with you and to honor Mack and his attributes, merits, and young life as a person, not about his violations or mishaps and quarrels with other kids or the Authorities.

Those who do find offense in reading about the merits and attributes and life of Mack, do not need to light a candle or even read the material I have presented. In fact, I wonder why they are even on this site at all!

By the way, Whatever the quarrels you may have with Mack or myself, should be buried and put aside (YOU ARE STILL A COWARD); AND THERE IS NOTHING MACK could have ever done that warranted this brutal torture, disfigurement, and horrendous murder of a friendly, out-going, beautiful child and his friend, on that horrible night of May 24, 2004, in Briar Creek State Park in Russell County, Cottonton, AL.
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Our angels cradle our every prayer in their hands, laying it confidently
before the throne of God.- Eileen Elias Freeman,
"The Angel's Little Instruction Book"
From "Angels Around Us." Compiled by Karen Maguire.

Please light a candle & Keep Us in your prayers.

Philadelphia Baptist Church St James Freewill Baptist
Kindergarten School Mack's 2nd Baptism

MACK'S 3RD BAPTISM
SDA CHURCH SCHOOL VALEDICTORIAN
MACK WAS AWARDED $1000 SCHOLARSHIP TO ATTEND
THE UNIVERSITY IN THE 8TH GRADE (IQ WAS 126)

SDA CHURCH PRESENTED A CHECK TO THE RUSSELL COUNTY ABUSED
CHILDREN'S FUND TO PURCHASE A PROJECTOR THEY NEEDED~THIS WAS DEDICATED IN MACK'S MEMORY!

Thank you, Anna!
Thank you, Krista!

Thank you, Columbus 1st SDA Church
& Russell County Abused Children Advocacy Center.

MACK'S WALLS IN HIS ROOM ARE COVERED WITH HIS DIPLOMAS,
CERTIFICATES, & AWARDS (AB HONOR ROLL).

SDA CHURCH SCHOOL GRADUATION BULLETIN
MAY 24, 2001
VALEDICTORIAN ADDRESS DELIVERED BY MACK CREAMER!

CONGRATULATIONS MACK! GREAT JOB!

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October 29th

When I tell you I love you... It comes right from the heart
When I tell you I love you... I hope we never part
When I tell you I love you... There are no boundaries
When I tell you I love you... It is a bond deeper than words
When I tell you I love you... It's a gift from my soul
When I tell you I love you... I hope you do... too
When I tell you I love you... I get a chill
When I tell you I love you... It means that I do
When I tell you I love you... I hold you tightly
When I tell you I love you... It is forever more
When I tell you I love you... It is for eternity
When I tell you I love you... I am not obsessive...
There are a thousand reasons why I tell you I love you
'cause Mack baby it is true...
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I Hear You..

I hear your voice and for the sound I long..
in the whisper of a breeze, in the unfurling of a rose petal..
How can this world have gone so wrong?...
the tiniest sound ..an Angel's whisper to us...come just a little...
gentle resonance of a beautiful butterfly's gossamer wings..
soft trill of a bird at daybreak as he gently sings...
everything and anything causes our heart to break..
then we whisper "Thank you Angel.. Come sit awhile..."
Our beautiful Angels whisper.. and we manage a smile..
I hear you.. across the miles... Our hearts..break.. ache..I hear you...

2007 @ Shaye Creamer for Our Beautiful Angels

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Happy 21st birthday Mack!
Your beautiful rose is in bloom!
I LOVE YOU MACK!

Are you here with me this morning?

Are you here with me this morning?
I woke again to tears
It's really my new normal
Have been doing so for years

Another day to spend without you

No one knows the pain I bear
Maybe they don't notice...
or maybe they don't care

I look forward to my time alone
To share my thoughts with you
Are you here with me this morning?
I only wish I knew

I still love you as I did before
Wish it had been me
The one that does the leaving
Is the only one that's free

To be left behind without you
Spend a life just longing for...
Are you here with me this morning?
Everyday I miss you more

In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies
Lyndie Sorenson
© copyright October 2007