Memorial website in the memory of your loved one



"A million words can’t bring you back --
I know because I've tried, 
nor a million tears -- I know because I've cried...."




This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Cody Michael Wingler who was born in Indiana on October 02, 1989 and passed away on September 23, 2005 at the age of 15. We will remember and miss him forever.  He touched the lives of all those he knew. Remember Cody for who he was, not for how he died...He was loved by all, and he loved all.  Please cherish the memories you have of Cody, and always hold them close to your heart.  
Please feel free to add any stories, pictures,  or special memories you have of Cody.  Don't forget to light a candle in his memory before you leave.....


It's the Music That Bonds the Soul


The room you once lived in
Doesn't look the same.
The people who used to call you
Never mention your name
The car you used to drive
They may not make anymore;
And all the things you treasured
Are boxed behind closed doors.
The clothes you set the trends by
Are surely out of date.
The people you owed money to
Have wiped away the slate.
Things have changed and changed
Since you went away.
But some things remain the same
Each and every day.
Like the aching in my heart”
A scar that just won't heal.
Or the way a special song
Can change the way I feel.
Brother, you must know that the music
Bonds us and will keep us close;
Because secretly I know in my heart
It's the music you miss the most.
So let the world keep turning,
Time can take its toll.
As long as the music is playing
You'll be dancing in my soul.

--Stacey Gilliam


A LETTER FROM HEAVEN

To my dearest family,
some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know,
that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from Heaven.
Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness;
here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy
just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you
every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you
when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me
and said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again,
you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family,
they'll be here later on.
There's so much that we have to do,
to help our mortal man.
God gave me a list of things,
that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list,
was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night,
the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you...
in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth,
and all those loving years,
Because you are only human,
they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry:
it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers,
unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you
all that God has planned.
If I was to tell you ,
you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain,
through my life on earth is over.
I'm closer to you now,
than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you
and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it
by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy
and I'd like it for you too;
that as you give unto the world,
the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody
who's in sorrow and in pain;
Then you can say to God at night....
"my day was not in vain."
And now I am contented... .
that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way
I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody
who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up,
as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street
and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps
only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go....
from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going...
you're coming here to me. 
--by: Ruth Ann Mahaffey





           





             
                 











                




                                  
  
"I am home in heaven, dear ones; Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light. All the pain and grief are over, every restless tossing passed. I am now at peace forever. I am safely home at last. . . And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.-- Psalms  23:6   

                                                                   

His Smile...

Though his smile is gone forever,
and his hand I can not touch.
I  have so many memories
of the one I loved so much.
His memory is my keepsake with
which I'll never part,
God has him in his keeping,
I have him in my heart...     
--Author Unknown




        


UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Each morning when I awake, 
I know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache
As I try to carry on.
My hearts still aches with sadness
and many tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
My thoughts are always with you,
your place no one can fill.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
There will always be a heartache,
and often a silent tear,
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here.
If tears could build a staircase,
And heartaches make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you home again. 
I hold you close within my heart,
And there you will remain, 
To walk with me throughout my life
Until we meet again.
Our family chain is broken now,
And nothing is the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
--by Unknown






This is the picture on the front of Cody's stone.  Thanks to Fewell Monument, he FINALLY has the headstone that he deserves.  Ryan and I chose this picture, because Stairway to Heaven was one of the first songs
Cody learned to play on the guitar.  If we had a quarter for everytime we heard this song,  we would be millionaires!  I would give everything to be able to hear him play this song, or any song again....

(front)


(back)




Please light a candle in memory of Cody & David before you leave...though they are gone, they will forever be in our hearts, and NEVER be forgotten.




REMEMBER ME

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, they were cheated.

               But to the joyful, I am at peace.                
And to the faithful, I never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon a shore,
Gazing at a beautiful sea….
REMEMBER ME
As you look in awe at a mighty
Forest
and its grand majesty,
REMEMBER ME
As you look upon a flower and
Admire its simplicity…
REMEMBER ME
Remember me in your heart,
Your thoughts,
Remember the close, loving times
We shared;
The times we quarreled;
And, the times we laughed.
For in these times that you gently remember me
……I am not gone.
--Author Unknown




I'M HERE
I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take the pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.
I’ll listen if you need to talk;
I’ll wipe away your tears.
I’ll share your worries when they come;
I’ll help you face your fears.
I’m here and I will stand by you,
Each hill you have to climb,
So take my hand, let’s face the work;

Live one day at a time;
Your’re not alone, for I’m still here.
I’ll go that extra mile,
And when your grief is easier,
I’ll help you learn to smile. 
--by Jeanne Losey



Who You'd Be Today 

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I Wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
See your smile, I see your face.
I hear you laughing in the rain.
I still can't believe your gone.
 
It ain't fair you died to young,
Like a story that had just begun.
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you...
All the hell that I've been through,
Just knowing, no one could ever take your place.
 
Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today....
Would you see the world,
Would you chase your dreams,
Settle down with a family ,
I wonder what would you name your babies....
Someday's the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you ,
And I know it might sound crazy ...

It ain't fair you died to young,
Like a story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away...
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell that I've been through,
Just knowing, no one could ever take your place...
 
Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today....
Today Today Today Today Today Today 

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope.
Is I know, I'll see you again someday...
Someday, someday ...........
--by Kenny Chesney














FOR THOSE I HAVE LEFT BEHIND


I have not gone far...I still see...
Those tears you shed...are for me...
I am not unhappy...I am not sad...
I just thank God...For all we had...

Now dry your eyes...And remember me...
For where I am...Was meant to be...
To you that I have left behind...
The love we've shared...Will always bind...
If a breeze should pass...Across your brow...
Remember from where it came...And how...
Until we meet again one day...
I've not gone far... I am just away.. 
-- By: Joanne T. Romano (2001)



     
                               
                               

David M. Abell
March 4, 1989-June 15, 2006


David was one of Cody's best friends.  The week before he died, Cody called David to tell him he loved him like a brother and thanked him for being his friend.  David was a kind, polite, sweet boy, who was always fun to have around the house.  My heart and prayers go out to David's family and friends, and my undying love goes up to him and Cody.  You will be sadly missed by all who knew you.

    
           

 
He Only Took My Hand 
Last night while I was trying to sleep my son's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around but he did not appear.
He said, "You've got to listen. You've got to understand;
God didn't take me from you, He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that night, the instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand, and pulled me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved me, from the misery and pain.
My body so badly wounded I could never be the same.
My search is finally over now, I've found happiness within.
All the answers to empty dreams, and all I might have been.
I love you all and miss you so... please don't keep asking why.
My body's gone forever, but my spirit will never die!
So live until we meet again, and please try to understand
God didn't take me from you, He only took my hand. 
 ~Author Unknown




            BEST FRIENDS FOREVER...        







                   









...this is just a little thing i did on the 1 year anniversary while i was thinking about everything sitting in my speech class.... I love you little bro and not a day goes by that you aren't on my mind!
---- RY~NO

365 Days Ago
365 days ago... we were shootin guns out in the lawn, 365 days ago... makin late trips to K&E for you and Sean.
365 days ago... you were still here,
365 days ago... always willing to drink some beer,
365 days ago... to all the ladies a delight,
365 days ago... out in the shed late at night,
365 days ago... pickin' that guitar singin' a song,
365 days ago... is when it all went wrong,
365 days ago... still no one knows why,
365 days ago... the first time you made me cry.







                             









         




               





           
















2008 Scholarship Winners
Due to the success of last year's, Poker Run, we were able to award a $250 scholarship at both Pekin and Salem, as well as the $1000 scholarship at West Washington this year. Thanks everyone! 

East Washington.................
Salem.............................
West Washington...........Cheyenne Poe


   

TODAY

Today it hurt like yesterday...
tomorrow will be the same
Only the day and date will change...
the rest will all remain.
When someone asks me how I am...
or what it is I do?
The answer to those questions are...
I wish I were with you.
There is no way to explain this pain...
or how it is I feel
I try to get up every day...
and somehow try to deal.
Although it seems as if I'm fine ...
I've learned how to just hide
I place a mask upon my face...
and keep it deep inside.
I cry when no one is around...
can't face what they might say
I have heard so many hurtful words...
I have felt so very betrayed.
They that think time heals everything.. .
but that just is not true
I know I will never heal...
being left here without you.
Each morning when I wake up...
the sorrow is still here
I wish this was some big mistake...
that I have lived for years.
All I have are pictures ...
and my many memories
That often are so very painful...
there's no way the pain to ease.
I long to have you back with me...
but know it won't come true
I will never have that life again...
that life with me and you.
--by Lyndie Sorenson 



























































     






























































 

Tributes and Condolences
I MISS U SO MUCH CODY   / Anthony Schlicher (Friend)
If you was only still here with us we will still be happy but with out you here our smiles have been wiped off our face, when you was around we would turn from sad to happy. As i sit here writing this to you i am trying to hold back the tears of the ...  Continue >>
Merry Christmas!   / Lindsey Smith (Girlfriend)
Merry Christamas Cody! I love and miss you so much. Not a day goes by that i dont think of you. I bet your having a much better christamas than any of us.  Watch over us! I sure cant wait to see you again. My family sure misses you too. Its so m...  Continue >>
365 Days Ago   / Ryan Kemp (-Brother-)
this is just a little thing i did on the 1 year anniversary while i was thinking about everything sitting in my speech class....


365 days ago we were shootin guns out in the lawn, 
365 days ago makin late trips to K&E f...  Continue >>
I miss you   / Kimberly Nesmith (Close Friend )
Hey code.. Sorry i havent wrote in a while bub its been busy down here.  You know that ive been thinking about you tho.  I got a tattoo on your one year... i think you would really like it a lot. it lookes like this 89CMW05...  Continue >>
I Understand   / Jeani Wingler (Step-Mom)
Sorry I havent writen in forever lot on my mind you know. I planned for weeks to come see you Friday night but the lightning kept me away. Saturday  the angels cryed all day that I figured, so again I just sat here and cleaned. Sunday morni...  Continue >>
To my friend  / Cindy Rainbolt (Mother's friend )    Read >>
I miss you  / Lindsey Smith (Girlfriend)    Read >>
hello again  / An (close friend )    Read >>
just thinkin of you  / T.j. Couch (best friend )    Read >>
So Sorry  / Ryan Wisecarver     Read >>
Raindrops / Ashley Edwards (classmate/friend)    Read >>
I miss you...  / Michele Jackson (Mom)    Read >>
Missing you  / Kala Woods (Cousin)    Read >>
Remember / Amber Morrow (Friend)    Read >>
I Miss You...  / Taylor Hill (Friend)    Read >>
More tributes and condolences...
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His legacy
Suicide Awareness... If only I had known....  

Cody...
Cody was the type of person that always seemed to be so happy.  He always had a smile for everyone, and was constantly trying to make others laugh or entertain them with his guitar.  He would defend his friends, and did not care what people wore, or what they had, but loved people for who they were inside. He was definitely an individual, and would wear what he wanted, no matter what others thought.  Sometimes I think he just wanted to pick on Ryan, so he would find the most outrageous thing he could think of!!  In the past year, I have learned many things about depression, bi-polar disorder, and  suicide, I am by no means an expert, but I do see now that Cody did show the signs of being bi-polar, and even the signs of being suicidal.   No one wants to talk about suicide, or think that their child could have a mental illness, let alone that they could be suicidal.  But unless something is done to make people aware of the signs, and symptoms of these things, our children will continue to end their own lives.  The saddest part is... they DON'T HAVE TO DIE.  Had I known that Cody's behavior was NOT just normal teen age behavior, had his doctor not just thought he didn't want to go to school, maybe he would still be here today. Cody had been to the doctor several times in the last few of years for stomach aches, for which he was prescribed Nexxium.  It helped for a while, but it would get worse, and we would go back.  This was an ongoing thing for the last couple of years.  I thought I was doing the right thing, his dad and I took him to the doctor on several occassions, he had scopes, scans, and even an
appendectomy which the surgeon done although his appendix weren't ruptured, but they didn't know what else could be causing the constant pain. Cody was not a perfect child, but he was not always in trouble either. The only time he had been in really big trouble, was when they had stolen the guns,Cody had no reason to steal anything.  He had only one use for the guns they had taken.  After his death, my brother found journals in which Cody talked about his feeling of constant pain.  The things he had written in these journals were sad and entirely different side of Cody than I, or any of us had ever seen.  Many of the things he had written were written as song lyrics, and there were several about dying and suicide. Though he talked about how lucky he was that his parents loved him, and he loved them, he couldn't understand why he always felt such constant pain.  I never saw the signs... Cody sat up with me every night, and  he and his friends would come in the living room and talk to me before I went to bed.  He hugged and kissed me good night every night before he went to bed, and always told me he loved me.  If he was going somewhere after school, he'd leave a message on my cell phone.  The night he died, I was on the phone with him about 2 minutes from the house.  We were talking about why he had taken the guns, and he told me he was sorry.  He asked where I was, and I told him I'd be home in a minute.  He said... I love you mom.  Then I heard the gun cock, and he hung up.  I didn't make it home in time.  In a matter of a minute, his life was over, and the lives of everyone who knew and loved him was changed forever.  I would give anything to be able to change the events of that night, and even more to have known the feelings that my son hid so well from those he loved so much.  Cody was not on drugs, or drinking, the toxicology report showed nothing.  I just wish I had known then what I know now.  With the proper medication, and counseling, Cody could still be with me today.  But because no one noticed the signs of depression, I have lost him forever.  I just want to help make people aware of these, if one person chooses to get help, or not to pull the trigger, if one family recognizes the signs in their child, or family member, if one life is saved, then Cody will not have died for nothing.  He was always helping people when he was alive, and he is still helping them, even though he's gone.  By showing that someone
whom people would least expect to be suicidal, could feel so badly on the inside, but seem just the opposite on the outside, he has shown that we need to be aware, and not just pass everything off as , "oh  they're just a teen ager".  I will never forget finding him, and begging him to wake up.  In the note he left, he said mom, I love you so much, tell dad I love him too.  Please don't forget me--I will NEVER forget, only regret, that I wish I could have done something, anything to help my baby boy. The following is something from Cody's journal... 

The Black
The black sinks in 
It controls you
It makes you a mirrored image
on the inside and out
Your black clothes
match your black core
but you like the feeling
of it eating away your pain
Leaving a big black whole 
where your soul used to be
But you don't believe in Hell
So your soul was useless anyway
You puff on your cigarette
Erasing the small emptiness  
that you hate to admit you 
miss in the middle of the night
because it kept you company
 But overall
This was meant for you
Because it is the only thing
that kept you from the one thing
You cant' escape....
You.

If life has a reason, why does mine make no sense?
 -Cody Wingler-

                   




 



Student Council Memorial Presentation  



Student Council Memorial Presentation
On behalf of the family of Cody Wingler, I would like to thank the West Washington High School Student Council for the beautiful memorial they presented in memory of Cody.  Words can not describe how much this meant to me and my family.  It was a very touching and special service, and we will never forget the kindness and love you have shown.  A special thanks to Landon Roberts for the beautiful speech he gave in regards to Cody...I love you all, and thank you for everything, but especially for remembering Cody in this special way.











 

Scholarship Winner  

2006-2007 Scholarship Applications Available

Scholarship applications are now available for the Cody Wingler Memorial Scholarship Fund. This year we will be giving a $1,000 scholarship at West Washington, as well as a $250 scholarship at both Pekin and Salem. Please see your guidance counselors for the applications.  Anyone wishing to donate to the scholarship may do so at the National City Bank in Campbellsburg, or Salem. Please visit his website at:
http://cody-wingler.memory-of.com/about.aspx






2005-2006 Scholarship Winner
Congratulations to Bryan Duff.  He was the winner of this year's scholarship award.  It was a hard decision, but Bryan was chosen as this year's winner.  We would like to thank everyone for their applications, and wish all of you the best of luck in your schooling and in your future.  

When Someone Takes His Own Life  


When Someone Takes His Own Life

In many ways, this seems to be the most tragic form of death. Often the stigma of suicide is what rests most heavily on those left behind...

The Bible warns us not to judge, if we ourselves hope to escape judgment. And I believe that this is the one area that Biblical command especially should be heeded. For how do we know how many valiant battles such a person may have fought and won before he loses that one particular battle? And is it fair that all the good acts and impulses of such a person should be forgotten or blotted out by his final tragic act?

I think our reaction should be one of love and pity, not of condemnation. Perhaps the person was not thinking clearly in his final moments; perhaps he was so driven by emotional whirlwinds that he was incapable of thinking at all. This is terribly sad. But surely it is understandable. All of us have moments when we lose control of ourselves, flashes of temper, or irritation, or selfishness that we later regret. Each one of us, probably, has a final breaking point - or would have if our faith did not sustain us. Life puts far more pressure on some of us than it does on others. Some people have more stamina than others...

My heart goes out to those who are left behind, because I know they suffer terribly...The immediate family of the victim is left wide open to tidal waves of guilt: “What did I fail to do that I should have done? What did I do that was wrong?” To such grieving persons I can only say, “Lift up your heads and your hearts. Surely you did your best. And surely the loved one who is gone did his best, for as long as he could. Remember, now, that his battles and torments are over. Do not judge him, and do not presume to fathom the mind of God where this one of His children is concerned.”

A few years ago, when a young man died by his own hand, a service for him was conducted by his pastor, the Reverend West Stephens. What he said that day expresses far more eloquently than I can, the message that I’m trying to convey. Here are some of his words:

“Our friend died on his own battlefield. He was killed in action fighting a civil war. He fought against adversaries that were as real to him as his casket is real to us. They were powerful adversaries. They took toll of his energies and endurance. They exhausted the last vestiges of his courage and his strength. At last these adversaries overwhelmed him. And it appeared that he had lost the war. But did he? I see a host of victories that he has won!

“For one thing - he has won our admiration - because even if he lost the war, we give him credit for his bravery on the battlefield. And we give him credit for the courage and pride and hope that he used as his weapons as long as he could. We shall remember not his death, but his daily victories gained through his kindnesses and thoughtfulness, through his love for his family and friends...for all things beautiful, lovely, and honorable. We shall remember not his last day of defeat, but we shall remember the many days that he was victorious over overwhelming odds. We shall remember not the years we thought he had left, but the intensity with which he lived the years that he had. Only God knows what this child of His suffered in the silent skirmishes that took place in his soul. But our consolation is that God does know, and understands.”
by Norman Vincent Peale
From Peale, N.V. (1966). The Healing of Sorrow. Pawling, New York, Inspirational Book Service. 

SUICIDE'S SILENCING STIGMA  

Deep was his pain
It cut him to the core
I didn't know he was fighting
that strong internal war

The battle in his mind
Was more than he could stand
He would not share his trouble
He was a very private man

It wore him down
we could not see
Till he took the life
of his own worst enemy...
---Author Unknown 





                            Stigma and Silence                              


We joke about the "funny farm," the loony bin, the crazy house, being sent to Chattahoochee, Western State, Westville or Ypsilanti - whatever your nearby mental institution is called. And suicide has almost always been treated as a hush hush subject. Newspapers do not mention cause of death, but people speculate. In the enlightened, modern, medically improved years of the 21st century, we still have a long long way to go in terms of attitudes towards mental illness, hospitalization, and suicide.
No one knows how it is like the survivors. I felt rejection by other people. You know, the minute you were honest about your son dying by suicide, whoops - there's this wall. I understand that people don't know what to say. So we have a lot of educating to do.
                               ---Gail Fox, educator and survivor of son's suicide. 

If under almost ideal conditions, a young person still can fall through the mental-health cracks, what hope is there, then, for young people whose families are too fearful or sickened by the idea of suicidal ruminations to try to prevent the "dirty deed"? What hope is there if the good fight against suicide must be fought against a powerful enemy bearing not only the weapons of overwhelming hopelessness and helplessness, but a stigma born of centuries of orthodox, puritanical, self-righteous religious and moralistic indoctrination.  Why is it that as a society we have grown to the extent that dying of AIDS is no longer equated with moral decadence and sexual perversion, but we still draw the veil over suicide? More and more I've noticed obituaries announcing the cause of death as AIDS. I have never seen an obituary stating the cause of death as suicide. Do not fault today's school counselors and educators. The large number of suicide-related books listed in Books in Print and located on school and public library shelves contradicts the popular belief that education is the ultimate prophylactic. It is not. The statistics say otherwise. 

Suicide is the second leading killer of young people between the ages of 15 and 24 in Indiana.

15 percent of all teens diagnosed with depression eventually commit suicide. 

As many as one out of four high school students may seriously consider suicide.

The only good news is, is that a 100 percent fail-safe method for predicting teens likely to commit suicide may be just around the corner. But until this simple blood test is perfected, parents, relatives, friends and strangers need to do more than spout statistics and hide their shame behind checklists, hotline numbers and medications. Although these measures are necessary to inform and treat, they don't stamp out the stigma. This is something we all must deal with by "coming out of the closet" and together exposing the pain of our own limitations, imperfections and self-doubts. Parents need to discuss suicide--not just on TV talk shows and in online support groups--but at family gatherings, religious functions and parent-teen workshops. We need to keep repeating the word "suicide" until the repetition rousts the shame and we're left with only the practical details of prevention and providing support for survivors.

Otherwise there will continue to be too many Cody Winglers, who chose at the precious, young age of 15... to put a gun to their heads and end what could have been a long, rewarding life. He had so much to live for, so many who loved and needed him.....so many who STILL AND ALWAYS WILL, ache for him..............as I think of all those who crowded into the gymnasium for his funeral, I can't understand why he chose to die.  There were so many people there who cared for him.  It was standing room only....in a gym!  I just hope that those around him will see the pain that his death has caused, and never choose to repeat what Cody has done.  He made a very bad choice that can never be reversed, and now we have to live with it.  While I do hope he has reached that Nirvana he was searching for, those of us left behind will never know what that is, because we will never be "free from the pain"  Losing him has left an empty void that no one or nothing can ever fill.




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