This memorial website was created in the memory of our precious loved one, Nicholas Mark Higgins, who was born in Maine to proud parents Mark and Britt on November 29, 1987 and passed away on March 15, 2007 at the age of 19.  Nick's baby boy, Deven, was born four short months after he passed away, and we are sure that he is watching over his son from Heaven.  Nick is also survived by:  His son's mom, Arielle,   step-parents Judy and Roger, siblings Jacob, Emma, and Kaysa,  step-siblings Alan and Shaye,  grandparents,  Winston, Rebecca, Don, and Jane,  great-grandparents,  Erold and Edith,  aunts,  Lisen, Carissa, Sarah, and Laurie,  uncles:  Daniel, Joe, Kyle, Jim, and Harvey, step-grandparents, Bob, Olive, and Freeman,  cousins Alex, Dani, Lyndsey, Bobby, Ashley, Jesse, Hudson, Harrison, Lucas, and Emily, great-aunts Peggy and Judy, great-uncles Larry, Steve, as well as Papa Winston's brothers.  Nick is also survived by many other loving extended family members and friends.   Thank you to special friends Nick Blood and Steve Roderique for always being there for Nick.  We will always remember you two---and we will love and remember Nicholas forever and ever!

Love never ends.

1 CORINTHIANS   13:7-8

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 TALKING TO GOD by Naomi Levy, A HEALING TOUCH--True stories of life, death, and hospice, HEALING THE HURT SPIRIT by Catherine Greenleaf, LONGING FOR MY CHILD by Christine O'Keeffe Lafser, HERE IF YOU NEED ME by Kate Braestrup, SAFE PASSAGE by Molly Fumia, FOR ONE MORE DAY by Mitch Albom, and REMEMBERING GARRETT by Gordon Smith.

 ♦Our Dear Nicholas♦

 As you read this letter, we would like you to know that we miss you and that so much has changed because of you.   Maybe in your heart, you thought you were doing us a favor by taking your own life.   

What hurts the most is that you never REALLY said good-bye or gave us a chance to say good-bye to you.  Our eyes have been filled with tears as we've tried to change what has been, tried to understand your despair, your mystery.      

At times, we've felt responsible for your death.  We've searched for what we did or failed to do.

Yet we also know that, no matter what, we couldn't choose for you.  We are learning to stop feeling responsible for your death.  If we were responsible for you, you'd still be ALIVE!

We all think of you so often, even when it hurts to remember.  We are really lonely for your presence and whenever we hear your songs, we still cry for you.  We feel sad that you're not here to share so many events with us.  That's when our mornings have no beginnings and our nights seem as long as winter.

We try to remember the good times.  Maybe, you've seen us smile a little more, and you know we are thinking of you in happier times.   

We pray that you have peace.  At the end of our days, we look forward to being with you again.                 PEACE, Handsome, PEACE.        

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

                                        O' DIVINE MASTER

Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

To be loved as to love;

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.  

                                     My Nick!


 

                            In Memory of a Dear Son

Something will remind me

I never know just when

It might be something someone says

And it will all come back again

The times we spent together

The happiness, the fun

Once again I feel the pain of life without my son

It's said that time's a healer

I'm not sure this is true

There's not a day goes by Son

That I don't cry for you.

(Poem by Alan G.)