Allen Bauders

1969 - 2008
LocationTulsa, Oklahoma
Age39 years
Cause of DeathAccident
Date of Birth22/02/1969
Date of Death04/04/2008
Visitors4,359 since 16/01/2009
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Allen was born Feb. 22, 1969 to Joe & Lois Bauders. He was the sweetest, cutest baby. My mom's & dad's first grand child. He was our everything. When He was 2 1/2 yrs., his baby brother, Terry was born. Allen was only a baby himself, and was never jealous of him. He loved his brother. We lived at Mingo, on the outskirts of Tulsa, Okla. He started school at Mingo Elementary, where he attended for 8 yrs. He played in the band, played basketball and baseball. He was a terrific pitcher. Other coaches from the other teams would even comment on his pitching ability. We moved to Collinsville where he graduated from Collinsville High School in 1987. He attended vo-tech for 2 yrs. where he learned his trade as a machinst. He loved the cabin. We spent all of our summers down there. He loved to water ski, drive the pontoon,kept the fire pit going,always spashing someone with water! He was always bringing down some sort of toy for the kids to play with. He loved kids, and was a big kid himself. That's what we all loved about him, always joking, & cutting up. He & Terry could really make us laugh. Our boys had that very special brother bond. Even though they wouldn't see each other all the time, they had the brother love, and everyone that knew them, knew that. He was brought up with cats & dogs. He loved animals. He got this dog that was part wolf & german shepard, named him "Dakota". He raised him from a puppy. Had Dakota for years, then mom & dad got him when he was really old. Took care of him til he died. (Our grand dog). He never really got another one for himself. His wife Kelly would bring dogs in and had 1 when they married in March, 2006. He loved them all. (More grand dogs!)Allen died April 4, 2008 in a single car accident. It was the worst day of our lives. We miss him so much, words can't even express. Our family is no longer whole. We know that we will join him in Heaven, when God calls us each home. In the meantime, we have our memories, and know that he is and always will be with us in spirit. He is with his "Mema" Waleeta Gordon, who went to Heaven Sept. 10, 2005. She was waiting for him with open arms. We miss both of them so very much.

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The New Year…✿⊹✿

It is winter and the New Year.
Nobody knows you.
Away from the stars, from the rain of light,

you lie under the weather of stones.
There is no thread to lead you back.
Your friends doze in the dark
of pleasure and cannot remember.
Nobody knows you. You are the neighbor of nothing.
You do not see the rain falling and the man walking away,

the soiled wind blowing its ashes across the city.
You do not see the sun dragging the moon like an echo.
You do not see the bruised heart go up in flames,

the skulls of the innocent turn into smoke.
You do not see the scars of plenty, the eyes without light.
It is over. It is winter and the New Year.
The meek are hauling their skins into heaven.
The hopeless are suffering the cold with those who have nothing to hide.
It is over and nobody knows you.
There is starlight drifting on the black water.
There are stones in the sea no one has seen.
There is a shore and people are waiting.
And nothing comes back.
Because it is over.
Because there is silence instead of a name.
Because it is winter and the New Year.

~ Mark Strand ~

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

3 weeks ago

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❊ The Snow Flake ❊

"Now, if I fall, will it be my lot
To be cast in some low and lonely spot
To melt, and to sink unseen or forgot?
And then will my course be ended?"
'Twas thus a feathery snow-flake said,
As down through the measureless space it strayed,
Or, as half by dalliance, half afraid,
It seemed in mid air suspended.

"Oh, no," said the earth, "thou shalt not lie,
Neglected and lone, on my lap to die,
Thou pure and delicate child of the sky;
For thou wilt be safe in my keeping;
But, then, I must give thee a lovelier form;
Thou'lt not be a part of the wintry storm,
But revive when the sunbeams are yellow and waffle
And the flowers from my bosom are peeping".

"And then thou shalt have thy choice to be
Restored in the lily that decks the lea,
In the jessamine bloom, the anemone,
Or aught of thy spotless whiteness;
To melt, and be cast in a glittering bead,
With the pearls that the night scatters over the moon
In the cup where the bee and the fire-fly feed,
Regaining thy dazzling brightness; - -"

"To wake, and be raised from thy transient sleep,
When Viola's mild blue eye shall weep,
In a tremulous tear, or a diamond leap
In a drop from the unlocked fountain;
Or, leaving the valley, the meadow and heath,
The streamlet, the flowers, and all beneath,
To go and be wove in the silvery wreath
Encircling the brow of the mountain."

"Or wouldst thou return to a home in the skies,
To shine in the iris I'll let thee arise,
And appear in the many and glorious dyes
A pencil of sunbeams is blending.
But true, fair thing, as my name is earth,
I'll give thee a new and vernal birth,
When thou shalt recover thy primal worth,
And never regret descending!"

"Then I will drop," said the trusting flake;
"But bear it in mind that the choice I make
Is not in the flowers nor the dew to awake,
Nor the mist that shall pass with the morning;
For, things of thyself; they expire with thee;
But those that are lent from on high, like me,
They rise, and will live, from thy dust set free,
To the regions above returning."

"And if true to thy word, and just thou art,
Like the spirit that dwells in the holiest heart,
Unsullied by thee, thou wilt let me depart,
And return to my native heaven;
For I would be placed in the beautiful bow,
From time to time, in thy sight to glow,
So thou may'st remember the flake of snow
By the promise that God hath given."

~ Hannah Gould (1787 – 1865) ~

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

December 17, 2011

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ღ LIFE is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
…~ Charles Feidelson, Jr.

ღ LOVE is the vital core of the soul, and of all you see, only love is infinite.
…~ Rumi

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ღ A Farewell ღ

FAREWELL, oh dream of mine!
I dare not stay;
The hour is come, and time
Will not delay:
Pleasant and dear to me
Wilt thou remain;
No future hour
Brings thee again.

She stands, the Future dim,
And draws me on,
And shows me dearer joys—
But thou art gone!
Treasures and Hopes more fair,
Bears she for me,
And yet I linger,
Oh dream, with thee!

Other and brighter days,
Perhaps she brings;
Deeper and holier songs,
Perchance she sings;
But thou and I, fair time,
We too must sever—
Oh dream of mine,
Farewell for ever!

~ Adelaide Anne Procter

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

November 26, 2011

For you and your lovely Mum, Allen. xxx

~ A Mother's Son ~
(In loving memory of Bobby Lee Miller Jr. 1959-2008)

Who knew a Mother could have such a wonderful Son?
She knew...
the very day his life begun
She loved him his whole entire life through
And as his Mother...
did the best that she knew to do
She taught him honesty, love and respect
When to accept...
and when to reject
And when he would cry...
she would wipe away his tears
Hold him close...
and calm his fears
And as he grew older...
she would get to see
What a wonderful man...
he turned out to be
She thanked God for him every day
Never expecting God soon...
would call him away
And now that he's gone...
she is so broken hearted,
For she was there the day his life started
And now she is left with fond memories...
she holds so very dear
Of the wonderful son she once had...
for so very few year's.

Written by Tammy…July 17, 2010

Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

October 30, 2011

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♥ O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
♥ Our thoughts are boundless and our souls are free…

(Lord Byron)

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O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern,
I sit alone with broken heart, my head
Low bowed, keeping long vigil with my dead.
My soul, unutterably sad, doth yearn
Beyond relief in tears—they only burn
My aching eyelids to fall back unshed
Upon the throbbing brain like molten lead,
Making it frenzied. Shall I ever learn
To face you fearlessly, as by my door
You stand with haunting eyes and death-damp hair,
Through the night-watches, whispering solemnly,
“Behold, I am thy guest forevermore.”
It chills my soul to know that you are there.
Great God, have mercy on my misery!

(Katrina Trask)

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

October 24, 2011

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❃ When You See ❃

When you see birds on the wing
Know that my spirit soars with them
In graceful compliment to their flight.
When you see a special smile
Realise that I still smile with you
For all the wonderful times we shared.
When you hear roaring laughter
Think of all the funny things
That could never happen to anyone else but me.
When you hear a lovely song
Think of music, gatherings, holidays and parties,
The memories that can never be silenced.
When you hug someone gently
Remember my touch
And know that I am hugging you
And keeping you close.
When you see a rainbow
And the sun shining through the raindrops
Remember the promises of God
And be assured
I am at peace and in His presence.

Ⓒ Lucy Linder

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

October 8, 2011

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The boundaries which divide Life from Death
are at best shadowy and vague. ❤
Who shall say where one ends and the other begins?

~ Edgar Allan Poe

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The Bridge Beyond…❤

There is a bridge that leads beyond
The world of time and space.
Through a green and peaceful valley
To a lovely dwelling place.

Where our loved ones find true happiness
And joys which never end.
Across the bridge that leads beyond
The peaceful valley’s bend.

~ Author Unknown ❤

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

September 24, 2011

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~ Bilbo's Song in Rivendel ~
(The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien)

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
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Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
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I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
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For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
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I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
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But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

August 31, 2011

*ღ* On Another’s Sorrow *ღ*

Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
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Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow’s share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d?
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Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
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And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird’s grief & care,
Hear the woes that infants bear,
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And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast;
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant’s tear;
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And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O! no, never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
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He doth give his joy to all;
He becomes an infant small;
He becomes a man of woe;
He doth feel the sorrow too.
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Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by;
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.
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O! he gives to us his joy
That our grief he may destroy;
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

~ William Blake ~

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

August 21, 2011

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"Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful,
The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass.
The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around.
On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping."

- Du Fu

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All Paths Lead To You

All paths lead to you
Where e’er I stray,
You are the evening star
At the end of day.

All paths lead to you
Hill-top or low,
You are the white birch
In the sun’s glow.

All paths lead to you
Where e’er I roam.
You are the lark-song
Calling me home!

- Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

August 10, 2011
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