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UPDATE 7th July 2010

I visted your grave yesterday. It was quiet. I saw your headstone for the first time. And if you can see and hear all things happening down here, you would have seen me standing alone at your site. Your would have seen me pissed off.


As my eyes scanned headstones left to right, and entire rows behind yours I see loving words from loving family's who have lost ones dear to them. Words which stand testament to how truly special their departed loved one was, words like, "Forever in our hearts" , "Never to be forgotten" , "We love you always" and the list goes on and on.

Albeit that your headstone was nicely worded it showed without question the same amount of love you received during your short 32 years here on Earth. Perhpas now readers of your site will begin to see what I have been writing about all this time and understand the sadness in your life.

Typically just as our father didn't give you the love you so badly needed in this world, he couldn't even give it to you in your passing. Instead your headstone written by that fucking cold bastard reads,

Carey Boyd Herringe

DOB etc

Loving Father, Son, Brother, friend.

And a verse from John.

At least they acknowledged that you were loving. But where is the display of love from this complete fuck up of a man? Where is the acknowledgement of his pride in his son? His loss? It is simply nowhere. And for those of you who think I am being over the top let me say this. The bastard even put plastic flowers at Carey's grave from the Hot Dollar shop costing $5.50 per crappy bouquet. I know this because the flowers had the price tags still on them. I removed the flowers and put real ones there in their place. How soon are we forgotten as children by a narcissistic asshole, it seems evident as soon as the dirt covers our coffin.

Carey I am so sorry I can't do anything about your gravestone. I am sorry that I didn't pay for the burial myself rather than have the other side force their rotting diseased way on last time into controlling you. I am sorry for you not seeing how many people did love you. I am sorry for so many things. I know you knew I loved you but you needed Dad's love and I understand. I am sorry the old mother fucker didn't give it to you. I promised I would stand by you and I will and have and shall continue. Your loss has hurt me deeper than even I could have ever begun to imagine. Your absense wells my eyes with tears daily. I hear your voice but know it is just distant memories echoing in the emptiness of my heart. If there is a life after this world I hope we are reunited we have so much still to do. So many things to talk about, so many things left unfinished, so many pages yet to turn. Those we can do together because if there is a life after this world, I promise when I am there with you, never alone again shall you feel as I will be there with you no matter what.

For readers of this page note these words. His Sisters have all but betrayed his memory. C*****e and D*****e, you both have agreed how vicious and cruel Dad was to Carey and I. You both have acknowledged without hestiation to me in many conversations how you remember everything yet when I ask you to come forward you shut me out completely. What more does it take for you to stand up for what is right? Dad hurt you both emotionally and physically for years. Our brother is now dead and you honour his memory with silence. I pity you for like Carey he has brain washed you into feeling you must have his love or acknowledgement. I could not invite that man to my Christmas lunch just as I could not invite Hitler himself. For he is without conscience, without soul, without love. He sucks all emotion from those around him to glorify himself and bathe in the enjoyment of watching sibling fight sibling for his own attention and affection of which he limited ever so cautiously to ensure you always need more.

Carey, My brother deserved and still deserves respect. I will curse the very path of any person who does not give him dignity in his death. I will spit in the face of any person who denies how truly amazing he was despite his faults. Like Christ said, " Let he who is sinless cast the first stone." Well I say this to you Colin Herringe just as I said when I found out you were drip feeding him pethidine to control him, YOU ARE FULL OF SIN and I hope on your day of judgement Christ is more forgiving than I. You cost me one of the truest friends a person could ever know. You cost a lot of people their best friend. You cost a mother her son, and brothers and sisters their brother. You are a disgrace of a parent, a disgrace of a human being and like the Nazi bastards before you I hope you rot in the type of grave you deserve, an unmarked one. As for me forgiving you, you need to show remorse first and that you won't do. You need to ask for my forgiveness, and that you won't do so. So fortunately for me I will never have to forgive you - which suits me fine. You have caused a crack in my heart which is unrepairable and I don't see anything humanly you could do to fix that other than hurry up and die.

One last thing before I sign off for today, on your birthday ... I hope that the other fuckers in our family don't leave plastic flowers at your gravesite today. I hope they show you some respect and leave you real flowers. I hope they shed a tear and remember you. I hope their thoughts are ones of love and fond memories of my brother who could light up the world with his smile and mend a broken heart with his care and sincerity.

Thank you for being my brother and the truest of friends ...


UPDATE 23rd April - Carey's father has finally after 2 months ordered a headstone for the plot. I'd love to say thank you but it's your duty and you failed to do it in a timely respectful manner. So as one father to another you get no thanks out of me as your delay over respecting Carey enough to order his headstone in a timely manner typify your contempt for his memory.

17th April

For those who may have attended Carey's burial plot, sadly you may have noticed that he still fails to have a head stone to commemorate his final resting place. I have been advised by Rookwood that only the owner can order this otherwise I would have had one there already.  I have also been advised by Rookwood that the headstones for that area can only be ordered through them and nothing at this time has been ordered. This is typical of the treatment and level of disrespect Carey had when he was alive. I mean this is the lowest you've ever stooped. Even by your standards of being amongst the worst of parents, how much lower can you sink by not affording your son a gravestone??? While alive you could have afforded him the best treatment but you didn't. A millionaire father who never afforded his son with a long standing drug problem the best as far as treatment options were concerned but rather swept Carey's personal problems under the carpet as he was an embarrassment. I think it would be time his father showed his son Carey some damn respect and give him a headstone since he gave him nothing out of the Dalbez trust. A trust his father hid behind when he want into his bankruptcy PartX. A trust his father dipped into whenever he felt like it. A trust which was for **** and Carey.  Now he's gone and you haven't even almost two months after his death organised a head stone. I bet if this were the 'Golden Child's' plot the head stone would have been there as soon as possible. Carey's hasn't even been ordered. Stephanie, Mum or myself can't order it as you made certain the plot was owned by 'The Golden Child'. What a memory that was. Carey ends up buried under the threat of legal action to hold the remains at the Coroners until you end up with you own way. Stephanie and Mum finally advise you if you are so adamant on a burial that you pay for it. So what happens now. Leave him there without any identifying head stone. You truly are for all accounts a pathetic excuse for a person and certainly don't deserve to be called a father. Send me a letter of authority and I shall organise the headstone myself and pay for it myself. Carey now as in his life deserves better than you or anything you could say on the headstone. Anyone who knows you, knows you haven't a sensitive word in you heart and certainly wouldn't be capable of composing something enriching for Carey's headstone.

23rd April

I am pleased to announce Carey's father has now ordered a headstone for his final resting place.



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