Chase Henley

on December 30,1996 My little man Chase Matthew Henley was born. He arrived that evening and him and I hung out that New Years Eve together snuggling in my hospital bed. the nurses kept comming in wanting to take him to the nursery and I wasnt having it.  His older brother Christian Henley came to see him and was extremly excited to see him he held him and fed him his bottle. Chase just starred at Christian trying to figure out what was going on. We got chase home and he was full of spunk. As chase grew into a small boy he would develop his own personality, I figured out he was going to be all boy when he kept picking up worms and frogs and taking things apart .
 In March of 2000 Chases little sister was born, at first he didnt like not being the baby anymore, said he wasnt going to be a big brother that christian was already the big brother and there couldnt be two.  But that all changed when he seen his sister, when we got her home from the hospital Chase watched over her every step, even when Destinie would cry at night chase and Christian would  get up with me and help me take care of her.  He would watch out for his sister. I was a very lucky lady because all three of my children are close. We went to the beach a lot as a family when they was younger.
School starts all kids are going to school. sports, clubs, running here running there we was always on the go. When we wasnt on the go we had a house full of kids hanging out.
Eventually with all the cut backs on employment it effected me so I had to work 2 jobs  sometimes three to make ends meet. I had been a single mother since Destinie was 7 months old.
Chase became a Teenager , he wanted to be so independent him and I would begin to butt heads because I would put limits on where he could go what he could do who he should be around. what time he should be home. eventually He wanted to move to his fathers . He was there for 6 months and his dad kicked him out. He came back home did really well for a long time, he wanted to have the freedom that his father allowed, but I wouldnt allow it, he eventually packed up once more and went to his fathers. My oldest at the time started basic in June 2014, My daughter and I decided to make the move to Indiana and leave Alabama. I asked chase If he wanted to come, he told me no he wanted to live with his dad. couple of weeks after I moved to Indiana we went to Georgia to watch Christian Graduate Basic, Chase came and he asked if he could come back to Indiana and hang out for fall break. I told him he had a room waiting on him. He was here for three days and asked if he could stay, I told him he was always wanted and had a home with me, but I wanted him to be happy and if living in Alabama is what made him happy I understood, but If Indiana was where he was happy to stay. He started school, He didnt like the school here, so I started him on an online school, he was doing so well, scoring very well on placement test. Again he wanted to leave the house at 330am one night I wouldnt let him, he became very angry punched a hole in the wall and went to bed. He was so mad . We talked and I explained that I loved him and didnt want anything to happen to him and to many bad things could happen at 330am. after that everything seemed ok. A week later my Daughter came home and found Chase on 11/14/2014. My baby boy was hurting so bad and I didnt see it. He was an amazing vibrant person. He was so smart anything broke he could fix it, he was so good to everyone. I look at Christian and Destinie and it kills me even more because I know how close they all are and they miss him so much and I am helpless because I once was momma and could fix everything. Now I have no clue what to say to make things better. I go to sleep everynight thinking of things I wish I would have said, things I should have done. I see young men that look like him and pray that its him and all this was a dream, but everyday I wake up and he is not here. I bargain with God everyday hoping he will take me up on one of my bargains. I know there is a God, but sometimes I get so angry because he let my baby hurt so bad that he couldnt handle it anymore, I ask him everyday why he didnt stop him? why he didnt show him happiness? why he didnt show my baby there would be a better tomorrow. He took him from me and I wasnt ready for him to go, I didnt have enough time with him. I find  little things around the house, mothers day cards he made me when he was younger, birthday cards he bought, or letters he tucked away for me to find . I constantly clean and clear out things trying to find anything he tucked away that I have missed. The letters I have found I carry every where I go and read them everyday, because those are his last words. I hope that everyone has a memory to share about my Chase. He is an amazing young man that has touched a lot of lives.