Welcome to the website honoring Cameron Averitt Bobbitt. 
Cameron was an amazing little girl who died on January 19, 2006. She was truly one of the most precious people to ever walk this earth. As her parents, we will never be able to express the loss we feel now that Cameron is gone.
Even though Cameron was only five years old when she died, she loved to read books and share them with others. In December 2006, the family and friends of Cameron started a book club in her honor. This book club was inspired by her grandmother, who is a reading specialist.
We initially received over 200 books just by word of mouth. On the one year anniversary of Cameron’s death, we personally donated many of these books to schools, hospitals, libraries, and medical clinics. Many people from places that received books collected new books and sent them to us. This has allowed us to continue to provide books for children who otherwise might not have them. It is our hope that in receiving these books, children will share in the legacy of the joy of reading the way that Cameron did.
If you would like to help continue the book club, you are welcome to participate. Please purchase a book appropriate for a child of any age and send it directly to Cameron’s parents, Susan Averitt and Derrick Bobbitt.
If you or someone you know needs children’s books, please let us know. We would love to provide books to schools, clinics, churches, or other organizations that involve children. Reading with children is a way to help them learn to read, discover lessons about life, and feel loved.
Thank you so much for your interest in the book club. Enjoy your reading!
Sincerely,
Susan and Derrick Bobbitt
June 26th, 2007 by susan
When I remember you, it seems like forever. I remember your smile and laugh. I remember how you used to look at me. I still can’t look at your picture much. And I still can’t watch the home movies that we used to make. We took a dozen hours of you just dancing with your sister.
When I remember you, I may smile to myself. If only for a moment, I feel happy and proud. But when I remember you, its not the same as it once was. Most people just don’t understand. I always have my memories, but they cut me like a knife every time.
When I remember you, I hate to say it but its true. I can’t stop the pages of my mind from turning back to that dreadful day. If I could have held you, if I could have talked to you one last time– would it still be so painful to look back on my memories ?
Someday I feel in my heart that I will see you again. I will remember your face, and you will remember me. Until the day that I die, I’ll love and miss you everyday. Please know I long for a time, when all the pain goes away. And I can tell you mother to child– I lived the rest of my life to remember you.
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