Ronald "Shane" Short passed away March 10, 1995 in Newport. He was born July 17,1972 in Tulare, California. Mr Short was a millwright. Preceded in death by maternal grandfather, Roy Lee Sweatt Sr, Paternal grandfather, Homer A. Short. Survivors include one son, Colton of Newport, father, Ronald A. Short, mother, Donna J Sweatt French, brother, Shawn Short of Newport, Maternal grandmother, Berlene Sweatt Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, step grandfather, William B. Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, Paternal grandmother, Juanita Short of Newport, Funeral arrangements by Jackson's Funeral Homes. Shane was my firstborn child, Shawn was born 1 year and 1 day after and they grew up so close. Shane was always way past the mentality of a young man his age, we always said he had " an old soul" He knew things that we had no idea he knew about. He wrote poetry from the age of 8, his first 2 poems being in church on Easter sunday about the crucifixion of Christ. He wrote of issues like child abuse, abortion, homeless, molestation, drugs, etc,etc. His poetry is deep and very moving and is shared on several site, one being his memorial site Lighthouse 4 Jesus at http://lighthouse4jesus.com . He will always be loved and missed by all who met him, definitely one of a kind. I always told him God broke the mold when He created him, there was none like him anywhere. He would always smile that crooked little grin we all loved. That grin could melt hearts. Shane, you are so loved and missed. Mom & Shawn I am happy that you stopped by to visit my son, Shane. he was born July 17, 1972 and was shot and killed March 10, 1995 at the young age of 22. There was no justice for Shane on earth but one day, the person who shot him will stand before God and there will finally be justice for my son. This is sometimes the only thing that keeps me going, gets me through each day, knowing this. Please browse through the pages, read his awesome poems and mine and come back often as the pages are updated frequently. Here are other sites where you can visit him, light a candle, leave a flower, etc. Thank you and please come back. You will never know what it means to a Mom to have others remember their child. Hugs, Dj Shane was the oldest of 2 sons. His brother, Shawn is 1 year and 1 day younger than him. Shawn tells everyone that Shane was his brother, best friend, mentor,Dad, everything to him. He was old beyond his 22 years, writing beautiful poetry and stories. He was shot and killed at the tender age of 22 yrs, 7 months and 22 days and there will never be any justice served due to sloppy police work. But one day when the person stands before God, she will be judged then. He will forever be my baby, my son, my heart and is loved more with each passing day. Shane loved to write poetry, stories, loved to read and never met a stranger. He could walk into a room with 100 people present and not know any of them, yet would know them all by name by the time he left and never forgot their name. He was "Mr Personality" always smiling, laughing or kidding around. Many of his friends have shared stories about their experiences with Shane and have told me that God gave Shane the special talent of showing everybody they were someone special. He is loved and so missed but we know we will be together again some special day in heaven. Love ya Son,
Ronald "Shane" Short passed away March 10, 1995 in Newport. He was born July 17,1972 in Tulare, California. Mr Short was a millwright. Preceded in death by maternal grandfather, Roy Lee Sweatt Sr, Paternal grandfather, Homer A. Short. Survivors include one son, Colton of Newport, father, Ronald A. Short, mother, Donna J Sweatt French, brother, Shawn Short of Newport, Maternal grandmother, Berlene Sweatt Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, step grandfather, William B. Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, Paternal grandmother, Juanita Short of Newport, Funeral arrangements by Jackson's Funeral Homes. Shane was my firstborn child, Shawn was born 1 year and 1 day after and they grew up so close. Shane was always way past the mentality of a young man his age, we always said he had " an old soul" He knew things that we had no idea he knew about. He wrote poetry from the age of 8, his first 2 poems being in church on Easter sunday about the crucifixion of Christ. He wrote of issues like child abuse, abortion, homeless, molestation, drugs, etc,etc. His poetry is deep and very moving and is shared on several site, one being his memorial site Lighthouse 4 Jesus at http://lighthouse4jesus.com . He will always be loved and missed by all who met him, definitely one of a kind. I always told him God broke the mold when He created him, there was none like him anywhere. He would always smile that crooked little grin we all loved. That grin could melt hearts. Shane, you are so loved and missed. Mom & Shawn I am happy that you stopped by to visit my son, Shane. he was born July 17, 1972 and was shot and killed March 10, 1995 at the young age of 22. There was no justice for Shane on earth but one day, the person who shot him will stand before God and there will finally be justice for my son. This is sometimes the only thing that keeps me going, gets me through each day, knowing this. Please browse through the pages, read his awesome poems and mine and come back often as the pages are updated frequently. Here are other sites where you can visit him, light a candle, leave a flower, etc. Thank you and please come back. You will never know what it means to a Mom to have others remember their child. Hugs, Dj
Shane was the oldest of 2 sons. His brother, Shawn is 1 year and 1 day younger than him. Shawn tells everyone that Shane was his brother, best friend, mentor,Dad, everything to him. He was old beyond his 22 years, writing beautiful poetry and stories. He was shot and killed at the tender age of 22 yrs, 7 months and 22 days and there will never be any justice served due to sloppy police work. But one day when the person stands before God, she will be judged then. He will forever be my baby, my son, my heart and is loved more with each passing day. Shane loved to write poetry, stories, loved to read and never met a stranger. He could walk into a room with 100 people present and not know any of them, yet would know them all by name by the time he left and never forgot their name. He was "Mr Personality" always smiling, laughing or kidding around. Many of his friends have shared stories about their experiences with Shane and have told me that God gave Shane the special talent of showing everybody they were someone special. He is loved and so missed but we know we will be together again some special day in heaven. Love ya Son,
