Monday, January 14, 2019


Endless days
stretch ahead
Heavy heart
Tired mind
Unanswered questions
Without you here
Missing you

Every life
A pebble
In a pond
A ripple
Spreading
Overlapping
Interwoven
Intricately
Indelibly
Eternally.
Love you, my boy.
January 24, 2018 · 
My favorite eldest son. Love you. ~your favorite mom

 5/1/2002 to 1/20/2018

Duncan Rowe Bickle, age 15, was born May 1, 2002 in Waco, TX. He left this world the way he came in...on his own terms on January 20, 2018. Duncan was a loving son to Jason Trent and Shelia Michelle (Pirtle) Bickle, a wonderful big brother to Madeline “Mattie” Grace Bickle and Sullivan “Sully” Pierce Bickle, and favorite human to Rocky-dog and puppos, Kaylee & Zoe.

Duncan attended Denton High School and had found his place in the band playing tuba. He had achieved the rank of Life Scout in Boy Scouts, all the while excelling in all advanced academics. Duncan was a passionate video gamer and had been casting an eye to the future in the field of Computer Science. Duncan is survived by his parents and siblings; uncle Scott Bickle, aunts Rachel Silverstein, Kimberlie Cardona Weiss, and Kelsee Bickle; grandparents Charles Barty “Bart” Pirtle and Patricia “Pat” (Bayless) Pirtle, Ronee (Rowe) Bickle and husband Armon Hart Bickle, Richard Jack Bickle and wife Vonna (Webre) Bickle; godmother Catherine “Casey” T. Boland; and countless friends, with Connor being the best.

Duncan’s life will be celebrated on Thursday, January 25, 2018 at 4 p.m. at First United Methodist Church in Flinn Hall in Denton, TX.

Duncan’s wish to be an organ, eye and tissue donor was honored in keeping with his generous and kind nature. He also had a huge heart for the animals with whom he shared his life. If you would like to honor him, in lieu of flowers, donations can be made in his name to the Denton County Animal Shelter (https://dentonasf.networkforgood.com/).
January 22, 2018 If I keep sitting in my bedroom, maybe I won't see all the things that make me remember that part of my heart is missing.
January 22, 2018 · My heart hurts so much I can barely breathe. I find myself gasping under the crushing weight of my loss...the loss of my favorite eldest son, my Duncan. Blame swirls, sad eyes look on, the love and support of so many surround me, and I just ache. I found a recording of his voice this morning, and almost can't listen to it enough. I never thought I'd be glad to find a smelly shirt of his, but to be able to breathe in his scent helps me to remember him...and close the distance between us...just a fraction. I gather just enough strength to pull myself from this dark mire for the other loves of my life; the ones on this side of the veil. They are walking their own painful path, with me as their awkward companion on this nightmare journey. I am there, when the unexpected laughter breaks through the misery and disbelief. I am there, standing in the sunshine, even when it means I must set aside my grieving to be present in that fleeting moment. Today I breathe.
January 20, 2018 · ...Is heartbroken. It is with unconscionable sadness that I share with you that Duncan took his life early this morning. Our grief is immeasurable and blinding.

January 30, 2018  ·  Endless days stretch ahead Heavy heart Tired mind Unanswered questions Without you here Missing y...