A TRIBUTE TO NOAH FAKE
Years have passed since I first heard of Noah Fake. My first introduction to this little man was heart breaking – for my first introduction was learning of the abuse Noah suffered, which led to his death. I was angry, frustrated, confused, and devastated. I knew that I needed to share Noah’s story – because there is so much that we can learn from Noah and his family.
His murderers, his mother and her boyfriend, have since been sentenced in Noah’s murder, and the original story is included below for those who are not familiar with Noah’s case. However, I would like to take this time to focus not on Noah’s death, but on his life, and the incredible ways in which he made this world a better place, simply by being in it.
Noah was an easy going and incredibly happy child. He was a sweet little man, who was always kind to others. Seeing the photos of Noah with his cousins, especially Charleigh, shows the gentle way that Noah had with keeping those he loved close.
Noah was a typical little boy, very much like our own sons, nephews and grandchildren. His favorite color was blue and his favorite movie, Finding Nemo. Noah seems to have had an infinity with Disney characters, just as almost every small child does. I know that my father was able to memorize every part of Finding Nemo when my oldest son was young.
Noah’s favorite food was any fruit, and he enjoyed playing with his train set. His favorite toy was his garbage truck, and I can’t even type that without smiling! Noah’s favorite holiday was Christmas, and you can tell that when Christmas came around, this was a very spoiled little boy – in only the BEST of ways.
Noah’s favorite animal was a monkey, and who doesn’t love monkeys?! His favorite book, The Foot Book by Dr. Seuss. His best friends were easily his cousin Charleigh and his Granpa, and that is very easy to see.
When I first came across Noah’s case, I couldn’t help but ask why. Why did this happen? I spent a long time trying to understand how this happened, and I could never seem to find an answer good enough. This all changed when I came across the FaceBook page for Noah’s Memorial.
The memorial page was created by a high school friend of Noah’s father, Brandon Colston and is now managed by Noah’s grandparents. And what I found easily changed my life. I know that may sound dramatic, but go and take a look for yourself, you too will be changed.
The page is built on the unconditional, and endless love for this incredible little man. The page is devoted to celebrating Noah’s life, something we can forget to do when we are angry and heartbroken by a child’s death.
I saw that asking why was not honoring Noah, but was instead overshadowing the only thing that matters, and that is the love that will forever remain a bond between anyone who has ever met this wonderful little boy. I found pictures, hundreds of pictures, and in nearly every single one, I saw this radiant smile that lights up Noah’s face. I saw the carefree life Noah was given thanks to his grandparents, father and their extended family. I saw photos of Noah with his family, and I saw the joy he brought them by simply being their son, grandson, nephew and cousin. I saw the good times they had with Noah that they hold close to their hearts.
I also saw photos of Noah’s grave, and photos that capture the tributes Noah’s family does for him each and every day. I know you might think that seeing this is terrible, and you’re right, it is. However, it is also inspiring. Noah’s grave lays beside a plot for his father Michael, a decision Michael made when he wanted to assure that Noah would never be left alone. On Noah’s grave you will find more than flowers. You will find Disney figures, bubbles, pennies, balloons, cards and so much more. What you find is a glimpse into Noah’s life, and a glimpse into how truly loved he always will be. Noah’s family celebrates his life, and keeps his memory alive.
On holidays and special dates, a place setting is reserved for Noah, with Buzz, Woody and Nemo sitting on his plate. On the anniversary of Noah’s death – the family had balloons that read “Happy Angelversary Noah!”. Even on this difficult day, when their heartache is renewed – they refuse to allow anyone to take Noah’s spirit from them. Dare I say that the hearts of other families may be healed a little more each time they celebrated their child’s Angelversary. It allows even the darkest day to be lit up with the rays of hope.
Hope that we will come together and speak out against child abuse. The hope that we can all come together and celebrate these children’s lives and spread their stories, allowing others to also fall in love with them as we have. Hope that we can bring together families who are all suffering the loss of a child and allow them to provide support to each other in the ways only a family who has lost a child can understand. When I asked Noah’s Granma what she would say to others who have experienced the same loss, she said “We know your pain, and we are truly sorry, please never give up on hope.”
Noah’s family acknowledges that yes, they have their bad days. Of course they do, they had Noah snatched away from them. A few days ago I saw a post made on Noah’s page by his Granma. It read “Easy for you to say ‘God needed another angel’, when he didn’t ask you for yours.” The profound simplicity and truth that this holds allows those who are fortunate enough to have never lost a child, to understand that sometimes the pain is too much to smile through, sometimes you just need to cry.
This statement should remind each and every one of us that the best thing we can do to truly appreciate and display our sympathy for the loss of Noah, is to celebrate his life. Share his photo, stop by his grave, go to his Memorial FaceBook page and leave a message for his family, light a candle for Noah, whatever you are able to do, choose to remember the good. Choose to share what a beautiful little man Noah was, and still is.
I would like to thank Noah’s family. Thank you for reminding me that love lives on long after a physical body is taken. Thank you for sharing Noah’s life, and your love for him in such a graceful and dignified way. Thank you so much for all that you do to help comfort other families experiencing the tragedy that you have also faced. Thank you for reminding me that sometimes the best justice we can achieve for a child, is to celebrate their lives, and not give another moment of attention to those who took his life. Most of all, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for reminding me that the time I have with my children is precious, so I need to take every opportunity to kiss them, read them a book, blow bubbles with them and ensure that they know how brilliantly perfect they are in each their own imperfect way.
Thank you for introducing me to Noah, and affording me the opportunity to be reminded that in the end, we must choose to remember the good.
I STRONGLY urge everybody to stop by Noah’s Memorial FaceBook page. I promise you, you have never seen such a display of love and strength in the wake of the most horrific of tragedies. Being witness to this love, it will change your life, and it will remind you what is important.