This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Sean Luke Lum Fai who was born in Michigan United States and moved to Trinidad W.I and flew to Heaven March 28, 2006 at the age of 6 You will live forever in our memories and hearts.
Sean’s father looked to Sean’s mother and sobbed,
“That is our baby that is our baby there.”
Anguished cries rang out as pupils of the
“I Love You” and a teddy bear.
Sean's favorite toy was his stuffed turtle Duffy.
One day you were here,
The next you weren't.
No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say "Goodbye"
You were gone before I knew it
And only God knows why.
His death
Such a normal day. Such a normal day for an everyday family. A day with a beginning, middle but never an end. Sean was there one day, then gone the next.
Till 12 noon that Sunday, Sean stayed with his mummy, while she cooked and clean. Then while she went to take a nap, Sean when out to play. Sean’s mummy always let him have his freedom. It was a small community. That day Sean was tricked by two teenagers to come and play with them. Sean was only six years old, still in his innocence when that was taken away from him. They sexually assaulted him, beat him, then snatched his life away in the most agonizing way. They took a bamboo stalk and repeatedly inserted it into his anus till it reached his throat. Then they left Sean dying. Sean’s suffered for hours, before his pain ended and he flew to heaven.
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow.
A husband who loses a wife is called a widower.
A child who loses his parents is called an orphan.
But...there is no word for a parent who loses a child,
that's how awful the loss is!
His Gifts
No child should ever suffer the way Sean did. No child should ever have to suffer. But out of this tragedy there are still the gifts this little Angel left us with. Sean’s story should teach us, that everyday is a miracle. Hold every moment with your loved ones. Such a normal Sunday turned into a life changing tragic experience. Never take the little moments for granted. The little moments turn become the most comforting memories when they are gone.
Picture taken on the shores of Tobago.
Sean, years later you have still left your mark.
I carry you in my heart Angel.
No matter what.
Children are not supposed to die...Parents expect to see their children grow and mature. Ultimately, parents expect to die and leave their children behind...This is the natural course of life events, the life cycle continuing as it should. The loss of a child is the loss of innocence, the death of the most vulnerable and dependent. The death of a child signifies the loss of the future, of hopes and dreams, of new strength, and of perfection.
His Legacy.
Rest In Peace Sean.
It feels like it was just yesterday that you left us.
The world lost a beautiful
Angel who could have done so much.
Such a precious soul that is changing lives even in death.
Child Abuse Fact: Who are Child Abusers?
When a parent dies,
You lose your past;
When a child dies,
You lose your future.
In memory of Sean Luke
Pauline Lum Fai
Sometimes the empty space is so real I can almost touch it.
I can almost see it.
It gets so big sometimes that I can't see anything else.
Angels abound throughout Pauline Lum Fai’s home, from figurines to images on throw pillows. Lum Fai, 45, started collecting a variety of ceramic, glass and crystal angels after her six-year-old son, Sean Luke, was found dead in a cane field on March 28, 2006, three days after he went missing.
Luke had been sodomised with a cane stalk, which ruptured his internal organs. The killing had sent shock waves and horror throughout the national community, and renewed public outrage against the rising crime rate. The revulsion was only exacerbated when police charged two boys, ages 14 and 16, respectively, from Sean Luke’s village with the crime.
The winged and haloed angels which were given to Lum Fai by friends, strangers, well-wishers and family members serve to bring positive energies and comfort to her shattered life. “It also aids with the healing process,” Lum Fai admitted at her Henry Street, Couva, home on Wednesday.
“I am still trying to move on. There are ups and downs, but I always find a way to pick myself back up.” Having faced the brunt of the public’s scorn and years of grieving for her son, Lum Fai said if she hadn’t the strength and faith in God, she would have crumbled under the constant public pressure.
Two weeks ago, Lum Fai was visited by Social Development Minister Dr Amery Browne, who promised to protect the country’s vulnerable children. Lum Fai, who manages her own spa—Second Chance—in Couva, said all she wanted was for her son to be remembered.
She wondered what her son would be like now if he hadn't been killed.
Cheer others
Lum Fai will host a Christmas party on Saturday for 300 children at Orange Valley Community Centre in Luke’s honour. The children, who live within Luke’s community, will first observe one minute of silence, followed by the sharing of gifts and goodies, which will be sponsored by corporate citizens and people from her community.
Also, a kaleidoscope of balloons will be released and games played to bring some cheer to the hearts of the young ones. The party, the first of its kind, will also serve to remind parents to protect their offspring from harm.
“Parents ought to know that children lose their lives at the hands of those closest to them, so we have to be extra careful. We learn from our tragedies to make it easier for others," she said. Stating that Christmas was the most wonderful time of the year for Luke, Lum Fai said she wanted other children to enjoy the birth of Christ the same way. "Christmas is about giving and remembering those who filled your hearts with love and happiness".
Let Me Go
We've known lots of pleasure,
At times endured pain,
We've lived in the sunshine
And walked in the rain.
But now we're separated
And for a time apart,
But I am not alone-
You're forever in my heart.
Death always seems so sudden,
And it is always sure,
But what is oft' forgotten-
It is not without a cure.
There may be times you miss me,
I sort of hope you do,
But smile when you think of me,
For I'll be waiting for you.
Now there's many things for you to do,
And lots of ways to grow,
So get busy, be happy,and live your life,
Miss me, but let me go.
My Little Boy
Your little boy cries too much,
My little boy makes no sound.
Your little boy sleeps warm in his crib,
Mine lies cold in the ground.
Your little boy woke up today,
My little boy never will.
Your little boy laughs and plays,
My little boy lies still.
Your little boy makes you proud,
And just as proud am I.
Cause while your little boy is learning to walk,
My little boy can fly!
Time Will Ease The Hurt
The sadness of the present days
is locked and set in time,
and moving to the future
is a slow and painful climb.
But all the feelings that are now
so vivid and so real
can't hold their fresh intensity
as time begins to heal.
No wound so deep will ever go
entirely away
yet every hurt becomes
a little less from day to day.
Nothing can erase the painful
imprints on your mind
but there are softer memories
that time will let you find.
Though your heart won't let the sadness
simply slide away
the echoes will diminish
even though the memories stay
His Journey's Just Begun
Don't think of him as gone away
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.
Special Sites you can visit:
Kelsey's Purpose
(Special thanks to Kelsey’s Purpose for sponsoring Sean’s site)
J.K.S
http://www.youtube.com/user/broomcr
(Sean's story is one of the millions of other child abuse stories and cases, please visit this Youtube where there are other videos of children who have died from abuse, and common accidents. They all need our love and time)
www.brokenchild.org (Take a Stand in the fight against child abuse)
http://emily.last-memories.com/ ( Memorial website for Amy Emily who died after four years of abuse)
http://brianna-lopez.last-memories.com/ (Memorial website for Brianna Lopez who at five months were raped and beaten by her parents and uncle)
www.myspace.com/peterslegacy (Memorial page created in Memory of Peter Connelly who died from torture)
