Austin Christopher Applegate

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Austin Christopher Applegate

Birth
Dayton, Montgomery County, Ohio, USA
Death
15 May 2001 (aged 4 days)
Dayton, Montgomery County, Ohio, USA
Burial
New Carlisle, Clark County, Ohio, USA Add to Map
Plot
Garden of the Last Supper
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Austin was born on May 11 at Good Sam Hospital in Dayton, Ohio to Christine Sladewski and Christopher Applegate. He was 2 lbs 11 oz and 15" long. Grandparents on dads side: Art and Kathy Applegate; moms side: Johnda and Andrew Rollins. His sister Destiny Sladewski was 3 at the time, and he has a sister Rylee Applegate that was born after him in 2004.
Austins Baptism was held May 15 at Childrens Hospital with family.


Although we knew he was a sick little boy while I was pregnant with him we really had no clue what was to come when he was born. He was born with a rare disease of the metabolism. It is difficult to explain, but he had to have several blood transfusions and dozens of tests, but we never, never expected this. I was told this disease can not be diagnosed until after the delivery, so thats why no test could be ran to find out why he was sick. It was the worst 4 days of our lives, but Austin is now at peace and with the other family I will one day see again.

Funeral servces were held at Trostel, Chapman & Christmas Funeral Home in New Carlisle on May 18, 2001. They did such a wonderful job and so did Childrens Hospital. We had so many people there to support us.

LITTLE ANGELS

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above.
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold,
So he picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children.
Angels are hard to find.

This was the poem his father choose for the inside of his cards at the funeral home.
Austin was born on May 11 at Good Sam Hospital in Dayton, Ohio to Christine Sladewski and Christopher Applegate. He was 2 lbs 11 oz and 15" long. Grandparents on dads side: Art and Kathy Applegate; moms side: Johnda and Andrew Rollins. His sister Destiny Sladewski was 3 at the time, and he has a sister Rylee Applegate that was born after him in 2004.
Austins Baptism was held May 15 at Childrens Hospital with family.


Although we knew he was a sick little boy while I was pregnant with him we really had no clue what was to come when he was born. He was born with a rare disease of the metabolism. It is difficult to explain, but he had to have several blood transfusions and dozens of tests, but we never, never expected this. I was told this disease can not be diagnosed until after the delivery, so thats why no test could be ran to find out why he was sick. It was the worst 4 days of our lives, but Austin is now at peace and with the other family I will one day see again.

Funeral servces were held at Trostel, Chapman & Christmas Funeral Home in New Carlisle on May 18, 2001. They did such a wonderful job and so did Childrens Hospital. We had so many people there to support us.

LITTLE ANGELS

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above.
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold,
So he picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children.
Angels are hard to find.

This was the poem his father choose for the inside of his cards at the funeral home.