John William "Will" Buster

You both know how special you guys are to us and Will was also. You will always be in our prayers. There will always be a hole in our heart that will never be filled by anyone else. We love you guys.

I don't know what exactly to say. I couldn't seem to believe it when I had heard that Will was in a coma. I couldn't accept it any more when I had heard that he had died. I hadn't really been around the family for the better part of the last decade and the news of Will's death made me wish that I could have found the time to visit more often. All I could think about was the little boy I remember from years ago who looked up to me like the brother he didn't have. I can recall wondering...

Not much time goes by that I don't have a fond memory or think of something funny that the boys have done. Either to us, the family, their friends or each other. And I know in my heart and soul our friendship with God needs to be every day just as special as Will and Tyler's. And that all our friendships new and old are part of God's plan and that our paths cross because of him. He will also show us the way home in his love.
On my heart,
Ginger

Dear Carol and Roy,
I am a very close friend of Jerie's. I have seen pictures and listened to many stories of your loving family for almost 10 years, and I feel as if I know you. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Sincerely, Nancy Banta

Many tears of sadness have been shed for you and now smiles of memories are shining through
You were a gift from God that we had for a few short years He wanted you back He wanted you near
We see you all around us in our daily lives we hear your voice see your smiles and the twinkle in your eyes
You are very much missed and alive in our hearts and someday soon we will never be apart

A REAL GOOD FRIEND OF MINE IS A RELATIVE OF WILL AND I HEAR OF THE DEATH IT HITS CLOSE TO HOME.MY CONDOLENCES GO OUT TO THE FAMILY AND FRIENDS OF WILL. NOW HE IS IN GODS HANDS AND THOSE HANDS WILL KEEP HIM SAFE. R.I.P. WILL

This poem was written by my mother-- WILL OF MY HEART Outside this morning Before the dawn I look up and realize You are not gone Your spirit is in a shooting star That streaks across the sky Your face in the moon It's not ours to ask why We are better now Though tears are still falling But if we listen close The morning birds are calling That we would be so happy If your new home we could see Heaven has never been So real to me The dawn is now breaking Just like our...