Crystle Trevino (1987

Thoughts of a Dad
Just because I wasn’t her biological dad
don’t think I don’t grieve for the daughter I had
Though our DNA may not be the same
Sure we didn’t share the same last name
I was always introduced to her friends as her dad
That’s been a real honor not many have had
Crystle was always beautiful inside and out
Even saying silly things she wasn’t sure about
No I wasn’t there to witness her first breath
I stood by her thru life and while she faced death
She is my daughter and will always be
DNA and last names mean nothing to me.

The Undefended Victim
For Me, no gavel hammers.
The scales were never weighed.
My crime was that of "Victim"
MY LIFE, the price I paid.
And when my life was taken...
Why were MY "rights" not read?
And the statement "Overruled"
When they pronounced me DEAD!
No lawyer to call on me,
To take the witness stand.
My fate was decided when...
Left in a reckless drivers hand.
Yet, NOW the courtroom's crowded,
A lawyer pleads His case...
not even the glimmer of a tear,
Creeps down his face.
I wish I could take the stand...
They'd witness my last breath.
and they could see the terror,
I went through facing death,
But they missed My "Pleading " Cries.
The look upon my face.
The scales have not yet been,
"Balanced" in this criminal case !
If I could tell the judge,
Exactly how it was,
the Fear and Pain I went through
Struck down without a cause.
Can the judge weigh it all...
Now listening to his pleas?
The only emotion now...
His hopes of going free.
The final verdict now is in
The defendant didnt shed a tear.
If only I'd done so well !
Given PROBATION of ONE YEAR.

Click above to vote for Crystle at the Justice for Victims site

My Mom She Tells A Lot Of Lies
She never did before. From now until the day she dies.
She'll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth But now it doesn't matter.
I died and went to heaven, Her life is all a-shatter.
Ask my Mom how is she. She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!"
She wants to beg "Please help me. I can't find that girl of mine!"
Ask my Mom, how is she, She'll say, "I'm alright."
If that's the truth then tell me, Why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom, how is she, She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice, you see, Nor the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling, But this cannot be.
For even though you loved me, You didn't love as much as she.
She will smile and tell you, "It's o.k. God has a plan."
But she will turn away and cry 'Cause she just can't understand.
Tell a joke and she will laugh, But she is not o.k.
She wants to share the joke with me, But it will not be today.
I watch from here, in Heaven. Her distress disturbs my peace.
Will someone please take care of her, And thus take care of me?
"Some day you will feel better. "Yes I will." she lies.
She knows this will not happen, Until the day she dies.
"I was so lucky! I had her all those years!"
(They passed in a minute, I shed so many tears.)
Ask my Mom how is she, She'll say, "Thank you. Good."
She cannot tell you how she feels. Oh, how I wish she could.
Ask my Mom how is she, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake, Mom, just tell the truth Just say your heart is broken.
Ask my Mom how is she, "I'm well, I'm good. And you?"
I'll shake my head in Heaven. It simply isn't true.
She'll love me all her life. I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask how is she, She'll lie and say she's fine.
Her carnival is over. She's stepped off the carousel.
But, to save you feeling badly, She'll say, "Thanks, all is well."
My Mom, she's not gone mad, yet. But, oh so very nearly.
Don't ask my Mom how is she, Ask how is she, really.
I am here in Heaven. I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you, don't listen. Hug her, hold her near.
On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom,
With all the lies you told!"

Thank you pam for this poem

This Ribbon represents our Murdered children
Parents of Murdered Children
http://www.pomc.com

Luke,Amber, Mark and Crystle

The 23rd Psalm

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.

Crystles One year tribute I put in the newspaper

Thank you Deb for this beautiful graphic also Irene at
http://www.Give-A-Graphic.com

His licence was revoked due to him not having insurance, and dedicated work from myself and my insurance company faxing papers and lots of phone contact with Safety Responsibility of Arkansas.
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Crystle and her buddy's Nelson & Marko all joined in Heaven
We lost marko July 31 2005, Crystle Aug 24th 2005 and Nelson Dec 4 2006

A Mothers Pain
You see me smiling.
What you don't see is that I am screaming behind that smile.
You see me go on with everything....work....groceries.....life in general.
What you don't see is that it takes every ounce of energy
I have just to breathe.
You see me alone with my thoughts.
What you don't see is me talking to Him and her.
You see me say "I am fine".
What you don't see is the huge hole in my heart that can never be filled.
You see me and think "she's back to normal".
What you don't see is that there is no normal for me anymore.
You see me and think "Oh my God I hope this never happens to me"
What you don't see is that as much as I long for you to
understand me... I hope this never happens to you either.
You see me joking and laughing with others and think she
must be gettin over what has happened.
What you don't see is that I can never forget, nor would I want to,
you don't get over the loss of a child.
You see me sad and don't know what to say so you keep going.
What you don't see is all I really want is for you to ask how
I am doing, really, and give me a hug.
You see that life goes on.
What you don't see is on August 24th,2005 that the life I had will
never be the same .
You see that I am strong...... do not be deceived.
What you don't see is that I am weak and weary. somedays "I am 6 feet from the edge".
What you see is a mask....a lie. The mask helps you cope with me
and me cope with myself.
What you don't see is the raw sometimes unbearable pain.
You don't see me being unable to breathe.
What you don't see is my despair. You don't see me screaming to
heaven for God to give my daughter back.
What you don't see you could never understand anyway unless you
walk a mile in my shoes.... God Forbid.

We set her headstone on Febuary 9th, her 19th birthday,

   The poem on back reads:
If roses grow in heaven lord please pick a bunch for me
place them in my daughters arms and tell her they're from me
Tell her I love her and miss her and when she turns to smile
place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while.
Remembering her is easy I do it everday,
there's a ache in my heart that will never go away.
No one can ever take away our bond with one another
for she'll always be my precious child as I'll always be her mother.

Love Mom

            A Voice beyond the grave

I represent the voice below lying in the grave
My child was slain ..being unable to save,
I am her voice.. that’s the way it has to be
Because someone took my child away from me,
She cant get up and tell her story so its up to us
To fight for my child even if I have to fuss
She didn’t ask for the way her body had been slain
And who are you to tell me my child died in vain
Don’t tell me I have no rights in this criminal case
It was me not you who wiped the tears from her face
You didn’t give her life and love her all the years through
Stand up and admit it she was nothing to you,
Just another name …another case to complete
To you it doesn’t matter a win or a defeat
Just another victim on highway 65
Just another statistic not knowing how to drive
She was nothing to you so why should you care
You didn’t hear her voice ..screaming in fear
You didn’t see your baby lying all bruised up
Holding on to life trying not to give up
I have these images in my mind ever day
So tell me one more reason why he shouldn’t be put away

                                                 © June Reves

To her friends, classmates,teachers, and family members I want to personally thank you for taking the time to touch Crystle's life as she has touched your's. Also thank you for writting on this website, I know its's not alway's easy to express feelings but it's also nice to see and read, the fun time's shared, caring times shared or just the hanging out and the silly things she did (we know there are many) If there's anything that you would like to add that I have not, please send me a e-mail.
Also I have been asking around to see if anyone had recorded the graduation if anyone did please contact me. Thanks.

Crystle's favorite animal is white tigers

Her High School year book Quote2005:
"A Positive attitude will not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort" --H. Albright

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death,neither sorrow or crying, neither shall there be any more pain: For the former things are passed away, Rev. 21:4

Thank you Julie for this beautiful graphic

Thank you so much Tammy for the graphics
http://angelica-hatchell.memory-of.com/

Crystle definately gave us a sign when we let the balloons go there were two that rested in a tree long enough for her to say I love you too then blew away at the same time together, I'm glad I was able to catch it with my camera. I hope you enjoy the slide show, thank all of you that thought of us that day.