by Shelby Parenteau

Although I can't really claim to have known Sinjin well I was fortunate enough to have several Sinjin encounters whether briefly at Christian's house (in which he wasted no time jumping in and teasing me right along with Taylor, Christian, and Bo even though he hardly knew me), talking with him on AIM while Christian was away, or at various other places. And even though the few encounters stand out vividly in my memory now, my Sinjin story is how much he affected my life after his death. I cannot see a male wearing a pink shirt without imagining Sinjin saying, "Only real men wear pink." I cannot see cheese puffs or twizliers without being reminded that they were Sinjin's favorite food. I cannot see a butterfly without thinking of Sinjin's journey to the sun. Butterflies have also been appearing in my dreams a lot recently. Lucille was also gracious enough to let me read a story Sinjin wrote about a couple of mating penguins, and now whenever someone says Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (which you wouldn't think happens a lot but I have heard it said twice since reading the story) I think of Sinjin. I've even said it once when I didn't know what to say with Sinjin in mind. Not to mention all the songs from Sinjin's CD. All these are just reminders from someone who hardly knew Sinjin, I cannot imagine what his family is going through. The thing is though, as much as these reminders cause pain, I see Sinjin's bright, beautiful face everytime and in that moment his light touches my heart, just as if he were standing in front of me. That's what consoles me when I think about the Coen family's pain, I imagine them all walking around with these gloriously sun-kissed hearts from all the times Sinjin has swooped down on his butterfly wings and kissed their shattered he arts. I also like to imagine that every one of those sun-kisses glues some of those shattered pieces back together.
With all my love,
Shelby Parenteau

by Lacie Kittle

I remember the very first time I saw Sinjin.He just lite up the whole room!My first thought about this "new kid" was I wanted him to be my friend.I thought Sinjin was the coolest name ever!! I loved his blonde hair and the way it always layed because it alwayed looked surfer like.He was funny,sweet,and just a good person! Sinjin was one of the coolest people I have met.If i could see him again I would tell him everything I wished I told him a long time ago.I wish I had but I ran out of time. I also wish I told him how much he truly meant to me. We teased each other alot but I never told him how much I was glad he was in my life! I love you Sinjin!
Love

Sinjin | by Eloise

SINJIN

your energy is infinite

Happy Birthday Sinjin! blessed child of love, hope, forgiveness peace and joy
You are alive in memories and emotions even though you were taken away as a young boy
Your parents grieve and suffer, your brothers and sisters pain, your family at a loss, your friends are riled Mother’s womb throbbing, her breasts aching, her mind forlornat the loss of her precious birth child Sinjin your life was not in vain, you have achieved so much in your short few years You have reunited family and friends though shed through many many tears
Brought laughter and a sense of unity into the hearts of all in your very special way
Every moment, every day, every year for you Sinjin is a Happy Birth Day

I love you Lucille. I feel deeply for you, your husband and children.

With much love
Your cousin

Eloise