Daughter of Daniel James Gauthier (deceased- suspecious suicide) and Katherine Mae Hendges. Sister of Dan Jr, William and Patrick (deceased- suicide) Gauthier. Half sister (father's) to Angela and Jason Gauthier. Half sister (mother's) to Stephanie Morse.
I am the mother of Christopher J. (deceased- suicide) and Jason E. Thorpe, Ayshya A. and Bryce G. Gauthier.
My son Christopher(28)was an American army soldier and cofounder,singer and song writer with Jason Kolwalski (deceased-drug overdose), Michigan's Most Wanted,rap group. He had an estranged wife and young daughter. With a dark moment, loaded gun and some drugs found in his system that he wouldn't have normally taken, if it wasn't for the friends that gave it to him," to ease his stress"., He would still be here.Christopher had a passion and a love for life, he always had pen and paper at his side, writing things to remember that he put into his music. Rapping since he was 14 and he begged me to sign paperwork, as his mother to serve our country as a soldier @17, because he was a minor. He pled his case and I signed fearful of war, no war, but still lost him.
My grand parents, father's parents are Gilbert Isadore Gauthier(deceased-cancer) and Patricia Ann Stratton (deceased-dementia&cancer).
Mother's parents are Virgil Hendges(deceased-liver damage/alcoholism) and Bernice Wheaton (deceased-cancer)
My father(35) died when I was 12, his death suspicious, due to 3 gunshots fired to his head, change of stories and conflicting to the scene by his widow and she remarried shortly thereafter to 1st officer to respond to the scene, whom was parked before my father's car in the driveway.
My grandfather, Gilbert hired a private investigator, whom's investigation lead "inconclusive" and "suspicious"., My father would have been knocked unconscious after the first shot grazed his temple and he would have been unable to reload the gun that took his life.
Investigator,also told us as a family, "Walk away. If u value ur lives as well as ur family's life, just walk away"
My father's death remains a mystery for I knew a father that gave all, never raised his voice or his hand, kind, gentle and loving, in no way would he have taken his own life. I am his "Leaky" and eldest daughter.
My parents divorced when I was 4, each remarried. My brothers and I were shuffled between parents and grandparents a lot, til the death of my father. I remained close to his parents til their deaths.
My parents remarried both to abusers.
My step mother hated me, would give me dirty looks of jealousy, when I sat on my father's lap or gained any of his attention.
When I was left alone in her care, she would hit and push me, call me names. She hit me in the head once with an iron skillet knocking me out, my brother Dan attacked her to protect me.
After my father passed 1984, the abuse at the hands of my stepfather, Lloyd Morse (deceased-suicide) got worse. Degrading and name calling went to physical terror, every chance he got. We use to hide in the woods, made underground forts covered with leaves and branches.
Child protective services removed us from my mother's home several times, given to family members (William and I was lived with our paternal grandparents), Patrick lived with Aunt Alma (Hendges) and uncle Aaron Korb, Dan Jr, lived with Uncle Kenny and Aunt Sandy(Day) Hendges for awhile. (That was the first time we were taken as a result of our step dad's drunken Abuse .
Shuffled to different family members, foster care homes and hospitals, each time we were removed just to be sent back.
Last time we were sent back home, my baby brother, loaded a gun and took his life. As my brother ,William stood combing his hair in the mirror, Patrick stated,"I'll see ya later" causing Billy to shift his eyes, still focused on the mirror,glaced at our brother behind him as he swallowed the sawed-off double barrel shot gun and took his own life.
I was pregnant with my eldest son Christopher and he was given Patrick's middle name as his first. It's been a long hard road for me.
Step-dad, Lloyd Morse, eventually took his own life,when my mother filed for a divorce, due to the fact that she could no longer stand to look at him. Lloyd took a loaded gun and the divorce papers he had just been served with, out to the horse pasture. He was found with papers in one hand, gun in the other, sitting against an apple tree.
He was cremated and his ashes were spread by his daughter, Stephanie in the same area in which he took his life. He only has a headstone,as a marker put there by his sisters. His grave is empty.
I have no faith left losing it after the death of my own son and than to walk back into that same funeral home two months later for my beloved grandmother, Patricia.
Yah this life of mine has been a curse.
Happiness was found in my life as a mother.
As a child my father's parents were my happiness and safety, and the woods were my hiding place.

Daughter of Daniel James Gauthier (deceased- suspecious suicide) and Katherine Mae Hendges. Sister of Dan Jr, William and Patrick (deceased- suicide) Gauthier. Half sister (father's) to Angela and Jason Gauthier. Half sister (mother's) to Stephanie Morse.
I am the mother of Christopher J. (deceased- suicide) and Jason E. Thorpe, Ayshya A. and Bryce G. Gauthier.
My son Christopher(28)was an American army soldier and cofounder,singer and song writer with Jason Kolwalski (deceased-drug overdose), Michigan's Most Wanted,rap group. He had an estranged wife and young daughter. With a dark moment, loaded gun and some drugs found in his system that he wouldn't have normally taken, if it wasn't for the friends that gave it to him," to ease his stress"., He would still be here.Christopher had a passion and a love for life, he always had pen and paper at his side, writing things to remember that he put into his music. Rapping since he was 14 and he begged me to sign paperwork, as his mother to serve our country as a soldier @17, because he was a minor. He pled his case and I signed fearful of war, no war, but still lost him.
My grand parents, father's parents are Gilbert Isadore Gauthier(deceased-cancer) and Patricia Ann Stratton (deceased-dementia&cancer).
Mother's parents are Virgil Hendges(deceased-liver damage/alcoholism) and Bernice Wheaton (deceased-cancer)
My father(35) died when I was 12, his death suspicious, due to 3 gunshots fired to his head, change of stories and conflicting to the scene by his widow and she remarried shortly thereafter to 1st officer to respond to the scene, whom was parked before my father's car in the driveway.
My grandfather, Gilbert hired a private investigator, whom's investigation lead "inconclusive" and "suspicious"., My father would have been knocked unconscious after the first shot grazed his temple and he would have been unable to reload the gun that took his life.
Investigator,also told us as a family, "Walk away. If u value ur lives as well as ur family's life, just walk away"
My father's death remains a mystery for I knew a father that gave all, never raised his voice or his hand, kind, gentle and loving, in no way would he have taken his own life. I am his "Leaky" and eldest daughter.
My parents divorced when I was 4, each remarried. My brothers and I were shuffled between parents and grandparents a lot, til the death of my father. I remained close to his parents til their deaths.
My parents remarried both to abusers.
My step mother hated me, would give me dirty looks of jealousy, when I sat on my father's lap or gained any of his attention.
When I was left alone in her care, she would hit and push me, call me names. She hit me in the head once with an iron skillet knocking me out, my brother Dan attacked her to protect me.
After my father passed 1984, the abuse at the hands of my stepfather, Lloyd Morse (deceased-suicide) got worse. Degrading and name calling went to physical terror, every chance he got. We use to hide in the woods, made underground forts covered with leaves and branches.
Child protective services removed us from my mother's home several times, given to family members (William and I was lived with our paternal grandparents), Patrick lived with Aunt Alma (Hendges) and uncle Aaron Korb, Dan Jr, lived with Uncle Kenny and Aunt Sandy(Day) Hendges for awhile. (That was the first time we were taken as a result of our step dad's drunken Abuse .
Shuffled to different family members, foster care homes and hospitals, each time we were removed just to be sent back.
Last time we were sent back home, my baby brother, loaded a gun and took his life. As my brother ,William stood combing his hair in the mirror, Patrick stated,"I'll see ya later" causing Billy to shift his eyes, still focused on the mirror,glaced at our brother behind him as he swallowed the sawed-off double barrel shot gun and took his own life.
I was pregnant with my eldest son Christopher and he was given Patrick's middle name as his first. It's been a long hard road for me.
Step-dad, Lloyd Morse, eventually took his own life,when my mother filed for a divorce, due to the fact that she could no longer stand to look at him. Lloyd took a loaded gun and the divorce papers he had just been served with, out to the horse pasture. He was found with papers in one hand, gun in the other, sitting against an apple tree.
He was cremated and his ashes were spread by his daughter, Stephanie in the same area in which he took his life. He only has a headstone,as a marker put there by his sisters. His grave is empty.
I have no faith left losing it after the death of my own son and than to walk back into that same funeral home two months later for my beloved grandmother, Patricia.
Yah this life of mine has been a curse.
Happiness was found in my life as a mother.
As a child my father's parents were my happiness and safety, and the woods were my hiding place.