A kiss for Mommy418 views"My family & I grew up near Pittsburgh and were raised as Steelers fans. Due to an occupation move, we now live in the Cincinnati area. We may get a lot of flack, but we'll always be Steeler fans. Emmalynn, my two year old daughter, is just the next generation in a long line of die hard Steelers fans. Good luck on Thursday. I 'll be waving my terrible towel from Cincinnati ." -- Nicole Barton
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Training Camp, 2014454 viewsNicole White @cole413
Got my autograph!! Thanks @_BigBen7 for being awesome!!! #SteelersTrainingCamp
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August 3, 2014 - Training Camp509 viewsJulie Gurnick â€@jgurnick9
Awe dear Jesus, my heart still isn't beating normally @_BigBen7 #NFLTrainingCamp
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Steelers fans ready to share a life together!406 views"My fiance and I just recently got our engagement pictures back and wanted to share this one with you. We thought that our pictures wouldn't be complete without Ben being there! I thought it came out pretty neat." -- Thanks! Nikki Shultz
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Party of 5 representing #7!417 viewsSeason ticket holders Brian, Hannah, Hunter, Hayleigh, and Shelly Harr.
"We LOVE the Steelers! I grew up in Pittsburgh, but now live in St. Clairsville, Ohio, after marrying Brian. We had our wedding reception at Heinz Field (no place with a better view than the East Club Lounge)! We are now passing along our love of the Steelers to our three children, who are learning how to wave their terrible towels with pride! " -- Rachelle "Shelly" Harr
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556 viewsPatrick’s story about the loss of his young son was featured on the site on February 27, 2013.
“We went to St. Vincent three days…Friday for the night practice where Kathleen got lots of autographs; On Monday (8/5), I got Ben’s autograph on my son’s jersey. I told him it was my son’s favorite jersey and that he had passed away December 30th and had been featured on his site. He looked at me and said, ‘I am sorry. (Pause) I am really very sorry!’. It was very nice for him to acknowledge it all in the pandemonium that was surrounding him at the time.
On Wednesday (8/7), we went back with one of the kids’ ski instructors and three of their ski buddies. Kathleen and two of the kids got Ben’s autograph. Kathleen was beaming. I was amazed at how gracious Ben was… It had been a long practice and both his right elbow and left knee were heavily iced and he moved gingerly. In spite of this, he signed hundreds of autographs… It was a pretty impressive display.
http://bigben7.com/in-memory-of-a-young-fan/
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In memory of a special young fan807 viewsConnor Williams, age 11, who passed away December 30, 2012.
The photo above is part of the tribute to Connor at his school.
Poem, written by his father:
A Father's Pride
By Patrick Williams
You were a source of great pride-
A beautiful little boy- both out and inside.
Compassionate & witty, with intelligence to burn.
Coming home and talking with you is something for which I yearn.
For those conversations with you and your nimble mind
Were something that I found extremely divine.
You could morph from being a little kid at play
To talking about the serious issues of the day.
Your gregarious nature and wit made you a perfect cohost
And your presence at parties is among things I will miss most.
Singing, laughing and running the margarita machine,
While talking to folks, exhibiting a brightness so keen.
I was proud when I watched you win the spelling bee,
Spelling "perseverance" quite easily.
I was prouder still by how you treated your opponent.
You ignored the accolades and became his greatest proponent.
For young Jacob looked sad and dejected
And you made sure his feelings were not neglected.
Some victors' tendencies are to taunt and mock,
But, instead, you went to your foe and gave a pep talk.
You indicated that he should not be ashamed
As Mrs. Hall indicated that you both deserved acclaim.
You told him it had been the longest spell off in the history of East School
And that he should be proud and not feel like a fool.
I came home that night and said I was proud of you
For winning the bee but for how you treated Jacob, too.
And you looked at me as if I had grown two heads,
Like doing any different would fill you with dread.
You told me Jacob was your good friend,
And you felt conflicted when the bee came to an end.
For your friend looked dejected and sad,
So you talked to him because you didn't want him to feel bad.
And you got elected to student council last year,
Even though, when you ran, you told me your fears.
You were frightened that you might not get elected,
So I was afraid I would come home to find you dejected.
But I came home to find you happy as a lark,
So happy to succeed that you glowed with an inner spark.
Unlike most ten year olds, you actually had a platform,
But I came to find your real motive was the free popcorn.
And, as always, you got straight "A's"-
That brilliant mind never ceased to amaze.
You helped your sister and looked out for her, the best that you could-
You were a great big brother, that is well understood.
And, this year, you started at Welty Middle School.
You quickly adapted, being nobody's fool.
And, even though you were the youngest in your class,
You stood up to a bully- tactfully letting him know he was a jackass.
He called you nerd and other such names,
And you ignored him, as his efforts were lame,
But, finally, you decided that you'd had enough,
And you weren't going to put up with any more of his guff.
So you looked up at this man-child-three years older and a half foot taller than you,
And you stared up at him with those beautiful baby blues.
You told him that you, indeed, might be a nerd
But that he might want to be seen and not heard.
For, one day, he would be shoveling poop from the sewers you designed,
And, therefore, he might want to be a little more kind.
And, oh, to watch as a fly on the wall,
And see the man-child stammer at the thought of it all.
And, Connor, there are so many other stories
That show your wit, compassion & brilliance- a glimpse of future glory,
But, unfortunately, your life was cut far too short,
And there will be no more stories to report.
And I put your sister to bed each night,
Knowing that things will never again be quite right.
And I think of you and my heart fills with pride,
Then often I cry, as I am wounded inside.
But I always will be proud of the boy you had become-
A brilliant little boy who was compassionate & fun.
And I will forever miss your company,
Until, one day, on the other side, we can again be family.
You can read Connor's story, as told by his father, Patrick, here:
http://bigben7.com/in-memory-of-a-young-fan/
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In memory of a special young fan1156 viewsConnor Williams, age 11, who passed away December 30, 2012.
This was one of the last photos taken of Connor, wearing his Big Ben "bumblebee" jersey during a family holiday skiing trip. He decided to decorate himself with the leftover holiday package ribbons!
You can read Connor's story, as told by his father, Patrick, here:
http://bigben7.com/in-memory-of-a-young-fan/
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In memory of Connor....430 viewsWhen Kathleen Williams won the Big Ben Birthday Drawing in March, she was so excited when she saw the box on the front porch that she was giggling. But she also wanted to share her joy with her brother, Connor, who passed away suddenly at the age of 11 in 2012.
"The shoe now sits atop our shrine to the little man, which commemorates many good times for us (the three amigos) - all centered around our familial love of the Black and Gold. Thanks for the pleasant surprise and Here We Go Steelers!!! -- Pat Williams
You can read about Connor here:
http://bigben7.com/in-memory-of-a-young-fan/
You can see Kathleen posing with her Big Ben autographed Nike here:
http://bigben7.com/photos/thumbnails.php?album=lastup&cat=-80
The shoe now sits atop our shrine to the little man, which commemorates many good times for us (the three amigos)- all centered around our familial love of the Black and Gold.
Thanks for the Pleasant Surprise and
Here We Go Steelers!!!
Pat Williams
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In Memory of Connor484 viewsMy son, Connor had always wanted Ben’s autograph but never got it. I teared up after and felt like I accomplished something for him. That jersey will be framed with a plaque honoring my son in our basement, which is heavily laden with Steeler memorabilia.
Thank you, Mr. Roethlisberger for your sympathy. Thank you also for all the time you spent, in spite of being banged up, signing autographs. You made one little girl’s, and a couple of her buddies’ day.†– Sincerely, Patrick Williams
http://bigben7.com/in-memory-of-a-young-fan/
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Connor553 viewsPatrick Williams sent this photo of his daughter Kathleen, and his late son, Connor on their last weekend together before Connor's sudden passing.
You can read Connor's story here:
http://bigben7.com/in-memory-of-a-young-fan/
An Easter poem, written by Connor's father:
THE EASTER EGG HUNT THAT WAS NOT
By Patrick Williams
Dedicated to Connor P Williams (6/22/01-12/30/12)- Terrific Son, Wonderful Brother, Great Friend and Wonderful Little Man
Kathleen woke up on Easter morn
And she was missing you and a bit forlorn.
She said, “I wish Connor was hereâ€,
But she smiled thinking of you and shed not a tear.
“He would do an Easter egg hunt with meâ€,
Kathleen continued with a smile- bright and shiny,
“And if you took our picture, he would stand right hereâ€,
Holding her arms to her right, as if you were near.
So I took a picture of your sister alone-
A symbol of another uninvited tragedy which into our life has blown
And it is symbolic of the changes in tradition
That will forever haunt me with each and every commission.
And there were two Easter baskets in the basement-
The same number and place, but the recipients were different;
For your basket was left for me,
And it is something that I never wanted to be.
For I always thought that the Easter bunny
Would deliver baskets to both of my children- bright and sunny,
But you left us suddenly and were gone,
So that tradition, too, changed this Easter dawn.
Your best friend, Grant, came to the egg hunt.
He did it out of love and kindness- it was no stunt.
He, like you, got a good lead on your sis,
Then helped her find the other eggs, making sure none were missed.
Kathleen had fun, and Grant did, too
But we were still all missing you.
And even though all eggs were found that were sought
Because you weren’t there, it was really the Easter egg hunt that was not.
And I have cried in the wake of that busy Easter day
And I have folded my hands often to pray
For God to give me the strength to get through
All of the times I find myself greatly missing you.
And if there is one saving thought,
It is that, with Christ’s blood, our deliverance is bought
And that, because of Easter, I will once again see you,
And, then, we will smile, have good times and no longer feel blue.
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It's a Family thing!434 viewsPatty Sidiaren (left, in her #7 jersey) got the whole family to sit for a photo on Super Bowl XLIII Sunday.
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