Micah James Pollock October 30 1981 - November 5 1997 This is Micah at age 18 months. I love his hair, his smile and his twinkle in his eyes. This was Micahs first dress-up outfit. He was always happy and smiling. Micah in the 4th grade. Even then he had girls calling him. He made the honor roll that year. He was very proud of that. Micah at the 6th grade class field trip. Micah always wanted people to be happy and laugh. So he was the class clown so to speak. He loved to goof off every chance he got. Micah in the 8th grade. He was growing into a handsome guy. Very much into sports and girls. I used to tease him about being short. But he became a tall boy and thought that was really cool, "to be taller than his mom". Micah on his 15th birthday. He was so handsome I wanted to cry. My little boy was growing up so fast. He had so many friends he was hardly ever home on the week-ends. This the final resting place of my son Micah. It is on the top of a mountain. It is a very peaceful and beautiful place to go to. To the left are woods and behind the cross is a big deep valley. His friends still come there to visit him. This picture of Micah was drawn by Ethal Pontsler. She has more than a room full that she has done. And she is a very sweet and talented woman. My son Micah as he looks in Heaven. He is my very own special Angel now. I love my son Micah very much. And I am very proud of him. My heart aches for him every day.  Some day I will be with Micah again. Chris McClellan and Kalee Peacock. Micahs best friend in Pa. Kalee was Micahs "girl "when he was 14. They just had their 1st. child Jan. 4 2001. Jade Angel McClellan. We see them on every trip we make to the cemetery. Chris lost his brother the same year he lost Micah. This poem was written by Jeff Ridenhour, Micahs best friend here in Ohio. They were always together. And Micah even lived with his family for a few months. Jeff is a good friend to Micah. Jeff Ridenhour. Micahs best friend in Ohio. This is jeff's senior picture. Micah and Jeff would have graduated together. It is very hard to see his friends growing up and knowing that Micah never will. Never having a family, never being able to be "dad", never to do any of the things he planned on doing or being. Micah James Pollock - Oct. 30th -- Nov.5th 1997. Micah was 16 when he was murdered by a classmate. Micah was shot in the back by a shotgun. He was then put into a beaver pond, where he was found a week later. Micah was killed over a girl. She wanted to break-up with this one to go with Micah. He did not like that so he promised to "fix it". The boy has since been tried and convicted and will spend the rest of his life in prison. But it is a better prison than the one he put Micah or I in. Micah was a sports person. Loved to play and gave each sport and each games his all. He scored the winning run in the championships in little league. His team went to the finals in basketball, and even though they did not win, they came in second. And that was something to be proud of. Micah had very many friends. We moved allot and so making friends came easy to him. Now that he was 16 he would be able to "date". He loved his girls too. It seemed that every week it was a different one. We were very close, Micah and I. It was just the 2 of us for  the first 4 years of his life. We did everything together. And even though we never had much, he never complained. What ever happened to him or us , he took it in stride. From the very beginning he called Randy "dad". We were a family all the way. I miss Micah every hour of every day. He was my only child and I am so very proud of him. He would get me to laugh every time I got mad. And he always had a ready smile for any one. And a shoulder for any one who needed it. Micah was just a special type of person. And I do believe that he would have made a difference here, had he been given the chance. I LOVE YOU SON ,VERY MUCH*** Comments to Jean Pollock (rjplk@bright.net) (Micah's mother).