Blakely Gordoner

Born to his mother, he grew from his yard. He learned to play sports and he met all the world. As his world grew, he entered school and took his seat in the adult section at church. He made friends and learned the word of God, and as school progressed he played sports in gym and on the field as well. The people from Blakely's church would come to cheer him on, and it was only when Blakely scored that they really let loose. They had the spirit of the Lord, not of the game, and they were there for the gains of their friend to show cheer and compassion.

So it was with great sadness that Blakely's family announced the passing of their dearest, nearest son, Blakely Gordoner, brother to Bardley Gordoner. He had passed in the night from a misconception, and for a moment he was more than a dream. It was that life for love that Blakely became, and his move from a dream into the real world was what set him apart. For an instant, Blakely was truly alive. A brief service was held at the Blakely's Great Memory Funeral Home, followed by a traditional burial service at the Blakely's Home Now Cemetery up on the East Blakely Ridge where the trail of trees continues long past town's end. A memorial service was later held with food and prayer at the Blakely's Good Church, and this was where his mother fell. When Blakely's mother fell, his father fell too, and with nothing left to tether onto, Bardley fell as well. Not even a dream; a memorial for no one. It was Blakely's last game, and he was buried near the center line, where so many other dreams are put to rest before they're ever really alive.

R.I.P. Blakely Gordoner - 1992-2010 ~ You were our shining star, the son of a sun. Now as the eclipse passes over, and the moon moves past the hillside, we wish you love and luck down the trail to wherever you may go. WE MISS YOU BLAKELY!