Anthony Paul Garcia
Sunrise June 5, 1986    Sunset February 27, 2007

If tears could build a stairway,
And memories were a lane,
We would walk right up to heaven
To bring you down again.
No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say good-bye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God knows why.
Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow,
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
When we are sad and lonely,
And everything goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper
"Cheer up and carry on."
Each time we look at your pictures,
You seem to smile and say,
"Don't cry, I'm only sleeping,
We'll meet again someday."
~Unknown


 If Love Could Have Saved You, You Would Have Lived Forever." 

  
The days are long without you here, I've sat and cried a thousand tears,
that cruel fate did my life destroy and take away my lovely boy.
But you can wipe my tears away, you walk beside me every day.

The looming years that, more or less, just fill me with unhappiness,
are speckled with some happy times, when rainbows brighten up the skies.
I know you're never far away, you walk beside me every day.

There will be anniversaries and celebrations that you'll miss,
Oh, Anthony, how we'll miss you then, your booming laugh, your cheeky grin.
But you'll be there, you'll find a way, you walk beside us every day.

Sometimes I dream that I'm awake and find it's all a big mistake,
That you are here, you're safe and well! with hugs and smiles and tales to tell!
And in my mind I hear you say, "I walk beside you, every day."

The road ahead is hard and steep, with hills to climb and furrows deep,
and life will never be as good as when you, here beside us, stood.
But we beleive that here you stay, you walk beside us every day.

At night you gently touch my cheek and memories are mine to keep,
of my sweet son, so deeply missed, since that first day your head I kissed.
Inside my heart forever stay and walk beside every day.

 


Anthony's favorite scripture in the Bible was Psalm 23. If he walked in your house and saw the Bible, he would tell you it should be open to Psalm 23:

A psalm of David.

 1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
       he leads me beside quiet waters,

 3 he restores my soul.
       He guides me in paths of righteousness
       for his name's sake.

 4 Even though I walk
       through the valley of the shadow of death,  
       I will fear no evil,
       for you are with me;
       your rod and your staff,
       they comfort me.

 5 You prepare a table before me
       in the presence of my enemies.
       You anoint my head with oil;
       my cup overflows.

 6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
       all the days of my life,
       and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
       forever.

 This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Anthony Paul Garcia who will live forever in our memories and hearts. Please feel free to give us some Ant memories or light a candle. We love to hear them.

     


 Anthony loved to spit rhymes and had been rappin' since as far back as I can remember and he was good at it. I remember a time before HS when Ant wanted a dictionary and thesaurus to increase his rappin' skills. Of course, as his mom how could I deny him a chance to increase his vocabulary. Ant was good and I loved to listen to him. I was also the one to take him to his first show in a night club (Ant was 16 at the time). Wow, that was pretty cool because he was a natural at it, what sucks is that my camera decided to stop working on me that night, so I didn't get it on tape and I'll never have a chance to see him perform again.  If you check out the video section of this web page, it's a show dedicated to Ant, it's my boy Swing (Jose Santiago), the guy who invited Ant to the show with him when he was 16. 

Nine To Five

Its nothing that you said to me
Its not the words unspoken
I know its hard for you to see
My heart is truly broken

I share a smile but when I pass
It just turns upside down
Just like my life from day to day
No way out can be found

There’s nothing that will fix this
Some call it my situation
As if one day, I’ll be the same
But they are sadly mistaken

A situation hardly compares
To one’s life stolen violently
This is a scar I will bear for life
It’s a permanent part of me

I have good days and enjoy them
My bad days I cannot explain
Until this horror knocks at your door
You’ll never know this kind of pain

So if you see me crying,
Or wiping my tears away
Its ok, I’m where I’m supposed to be
It’s a process for me every day

Don’t be afraid to talk to me
Or mention my child’s name
You speak of yours so freely
Please treat my child the same

Though to you he may not be living
To me, he’s right in my soul
I say his name out loud every day
His story, always to be told

Dedicated to POMC (Parents of Murdered Children)

members (WWW.POMC.ORG) 
Written by Dottie Tapscott
4/27/07
In Loving Memory of TJ and all our Children

This Ribbon represents a murdered child.
Parents of Murdered Children is an organization that
helps parents and loved ones who are bereaved.
 
 

For Ant and his Mommy....

 As each passing day goes by

A tear falls from her eye

With each day passing her

A memory comes to mind

Without you by her side

Tears and memories compile

Until you meet again

Her memories will form a mountain

A mountain unclimbable

Her tears will form an ocean

An ocean uncrossable

You are her angel

You are her light

Guiding her through her days

And protecting her nights

You may be gone

But you're not forgotten

You are her angel now

And your Mommy she will always be

Until you meet again

She'll cry these tears

She'll release these memories

She shall climb her mountain

she will cross her ocean

OnE day soon

She will be at your side

You will be in her arms

You shall be safe once more.
Written By Key
Dedicated to Ant and his Mom