In Loving Memory

✦ Forever in Our Hearts ✦

Orich “Bailey” McAllister

Sunrise November 25, 2008

Sunset November 10, 2025

Forever 16

Sixteen stars for sixteen years — a light that does not go out.

His Utah Home

Kearns, Utah — the town he called home. This is the country that held him: the peaks he grew up beneath, the water he never tired of, the sky he lived his whole life under.

The snow-covered Wasatch Mountains rising over the still water of Utah Lake

The Wasatch over Utah Lake The mountains that watched over him, standing quiet over the water he loved.

Remembering Bailey

Bailey was a Kearns boy, through and through — Kearns, Utah, was home. The Wasatch rose over that home, the lakes and rivers ran through his days, and he met all of it the way he met everything — head-on, and ready to have fun.

He loved riding dirt bikes, kicking up dust under an open sky. He loved the water, wide and bright beneath the mountains. And above all he loved having fun — that smirk, that quick flash of joy in his eyes, the way he could fill a whole room just by walking into it.

Sixteen years is not long enough. It will never be long enough. But every one of those years is held here — held close, mourned, honored, and loved without end.

His Family

Before there was anybody else, there was family — the first arms that ever held him, the first hearts that ever knew his name. They loved him first, and they love him still. Each of them stands here in their own place of honor, the way they always stood around him.

His Mother

Chelsey Vivian McAllister

He was her son — her boy, her heart walking around in this world. A mother's love does not end, and hers has not; it walks with him still, everywhere he is.

His Father

Arckangelo Idris

He was his son — his boy, his pride, a father's own heart looking back at him. That bond does not break; it only changes where it lives.

His Grandmother

Shauna Rozella McAlliser

He was her grandson — the baby she held at the very beginning, whose laugh she can still hear if she closes her eyes. A grandmother's love goes all the way, and it does not let go.

His Grandfather

William James McAllister

He was his grandson — the boy who carried his name and his blood into a new generation. A grandfather's quiet pride in him never wavered then, and it does not waver now.

The Pictures We Hold Closest

Some pictures hold a whole lifetime inside a single moment. These are the ones his people reach for first — the ones held closest to the heart.

Baby Bailey laughing in his grandmother's arms, outdoors among green trees

Loved From the Very Beginning Just a baby, and already that laugh — safe in his grandmother’s arms, where he was loved from the very first day.

Young Bailey waving and grinning in his Aunt Terry's arms at home

That Little Wave That little wave, that grin — held close in his Aunt Terry’s arms. They are together again now, the way they were here.

Black-and-white photograph of young Bailey leaning in to kiss his baby brother

A Brother’s Love, From the Start Barely big himself, and already leaning in to love his baby brother — gentle, like he just knew how.

Bailey on a four-wheeler with his baby brother seated in front of him, outdoors on the grass

Out Riding With His Brother His baby brother up front, Bailey steady right behind him — because that is where a big brother belongs: close enough to keep him safe while the world rushed by.

Bailey's memorial in the woods — his plaque, painted stones, and flowers beneath a tree

Never Forgotten In the quiet of the woods, they left his name in stone and flowers — so anyone who walks there knows a boy was loved here, and still is.

Little Bailey grinning beside his mother, their heads together

His Mama’s Boy Little, close to his mother, that grin saying everything — pure joy, just being near her.

Bailey in Spider-Man pajamas laughing with his baby brother on their father's lap

Laughter on Dad’s Lap Spider-Man pajamas, his baby brother right there with him, all of them laughing on their father’s lap — the kind of night a boy never forgets.

The Things He Loved

Every boy has his joys — the things that lit his eyes and pulled him out the door. These were Bailey's.

A dirt bike rider paused on a red rock ridge above a Utah canyon at golden hour

Riding Dirt Bikes

Put Bailey on a dirt bike and you saw him come alive — throttle open, dust rising behind him, the whole wide sky ahead. And the red rocks were his, and he knew them — four-wheeling out among those cliffs with Quinn, Wesley, and McKay beside him, real rides on real ground, and every one of them his to keep. The one ride he never got was the red rocks on a dirt bike — the ride this picture holds for him, the one he would have loved with his whole heart, the one he would have ridden like he was born to it.

Calm water at the foot of the Wasatch Mountains reflecting the snowy peaks

The Water

Utah's lakes lying still beneath his mountains, bright as glass on a quiet morning, the whole sky reflecting back at him — that was his place to breathe, his place to slow all the way down and just be a boy.

Bailey from behind, helmet on, seated on a red four-wheeler among the red rocks, a Jeep beside him

The Red Rocks Were His — For Real Helmet on, on the red four-wheeler among the cliffs he knew by heart — Bailey, four-wheeling in the red rocks with Quinn, Wesley, and McKay beside him. These rides were real, and they were his to keep.

And above all, having fun — laughing, living wide open, and pulling everyone around him into the joy of it. That is the Bailey we carry with us: not gone from our hearts, just gone ahead of us.

A Song for Bailey

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Tell Me, How Is Heaven

May the Lord Studio

His song is simply there when his people arrive, like somebody who loves him is already in the room.

It plays over this place from the moment you arrive, and it stays for as long as you stay — drifting over his pictures, his words, and his rest.

Tap the button to hear his song — tap it again any time to rest it.

Bailey, Remembered — Slideshow

This is his slideshow — a picture that breathes instead of sitting still. His life, flowing by on its own — picture after picture, the way a film holds a life. Stay a while, and watch him live again.

Baby Bailey laughing in his grandmother's arms — Loved From the Very BeginningA baby’s laugh, safe in his grandmother’s arms — some loves begin on the first day and never let go.

Toddler Bailey sitting on a couch between two men at home — Safe Between His Uncle and Great UncleJust a toddler, tucked on the couch between the men of his family — surrounded, watched over, and home.

Bailey’s great uncle and grandfather standing by a birthday cake with lit candles — The Elders of His FamilyHis great uncle and his grandfather, gathered around a birthday cake aglow with candles — the generations who stood behind this boy.

Young Bailey leaning in to kiss his baby brother — A Brother’s KissBarely big himself, already leaning in with all the love a brother carries.

Little Bailey grinning beside his mother — His Mama’s JoyLittle and grinning beside his mother — that smile could lift a whole house.

Little Bailey grinning cheek to cheek with his mama — Cheek to Cheek With His MamaGrinning against her cheek — right where a little boy belongs.

Bailey smiling beside his baby brother — Right Beside His Baby BrotherSmiling shoulder to shoulder with the littlest one — his brother, his buddy, his to watch over.

Bailey holding his baby brother in his arms at home — Holding His Baby Brother CloseArms wrapped around the littlest one, like he would never let anything touch him.

Bailey sitting in a playpen, playing with his baby brother — Right in the Middle of the PlayDown in the playpen with his baby brother, the family dog close by — joy lived at Bailey’s level.

Bailey on a slide, holding his baby brother in front of him, both grinning — Pure Joy, Arms FullHis brother safe in front of him and both of them grinning — the whole world, for one bright moment, exactly right.

Bailey carrying his baby brother piggyback, both laughing — Carrying His Brother, LaughingPiggyback, and both of them laughing — that is how he will always carry him: close, and with joy.

Bailey grinning behind a carved pumpkin — That Grin Behind the PumpkinBailey, grinning behind his carved pumpkin, lit up with mischief and delight — autumn never stood a chance against that smile.

Bailey standing with a houseful of kids at home — A House Full of LaughterHome, and right in the middle of a houseful of kids — noise, laughter, everybody together. Bailey was never happier than when the house was full.

Bailey standing at home, held close, a younger boy smiling in front — Held Close, at HomeAt home, held close, a little one smiling in front — an ordinary room, and all the love in the world inside it. This boy was held, and he was loved.

Bailey with his cousin and his brother making silly faces for a selfie, a small puppy in their arms — His Cousin, His Brother, and All That LaughterA silly selfie with his cousin and his brother, the puppy gathered in — faces full of mischief, and a memory that still makes his people smile.

Bailey seated at home beside his mama, balloons and gifts nearby — Home, Beside His MamaSeated at home beside his mama, balloons and gifts nearby — an ordinary day made golden just by being together.

Bailey seated beside his mother at home, balloons and gifts nearby — Beside His Mother, at HomeBalloons and gifts around them, his mother right beside him — the simple, shining wealth of a boy who was celebrated and loved.

Bailey smiling as his mama kisses his cheek — A Kiss on the Cheek From His MamaBailey, smiling as his mama kisses his cheek — some pictures need no explaining. This is love, plain and whole.

Bailey grinning in the car, holding a shake — Grinning, Shake in HandOut on a car ride, grinning with a shake in his hand — a boy, a good day, and nowhere he would rather be.

Bailey seated on the step of a yellow train car on a sunny day — A Boy and a Sunny DayPerched on the step of the big yellow train, sunshine all around him — Bailey could turn any outing into an adventure.

Bailey grinning at the wheel of an antique tractor — That Grin at the WheelUp on the old tractor with that grin — give Bailey a wheel and a sunny day, and he was rich.

A close portrait of Bailey — Just BaileyClose enough to see him the way his people saw him — that face, those eyes, a boy who was loved beyond measure.

Bailey with his mother, framed in warm wood tones — Bailey & His MotherA fierce and loyal bond that he would always keep.

Bailey on a four-wheeler with his baby brother seated in front of him — Out Riding, Brother Up FrontHis baby brother right where he could watch over him, out in the open — right where he loved to be.

Bailey on his dirt bike, helmet on, in a green field — Right Where He Loved to BeHelmet on, green field all around, open ground ahead — this was Bailey in his element.

Bailey on his dirt bike, helmet on, riding toward the camera across a green field — Coming Across the FieldRiding toward you across that green field, eyes forward, heart wide open — a boy in his element, doing what he loved.

Bailey standing beside his orange dirt bike on a gravel drive — Him and His BikeStanding proud beside his orange bike on his own ground — a boy and the machine he loved.

Bailey crouching in the sand at the water's edge, smiling — At the Water’s EdgeDown in the sand with that smile, the water close — the water always called him, and he always answered gladly.

Bailey standing on the rocky shore of the water — Standing Tall by the WaterOn the rocky shore, the wide water beyond him — a boy in the country he loved, standing like he belonged to all of it.

Bailey standing on the rocky shore of the water, smiling — Standing Tall by the WaterOn the rocks with the water beyond him, smiling like he belonged to the whole wide place — because he did.

Bailey riding his scooter on the street in front of a house — Out Front of HomeOn his scooter in his own street, home right there behind him — free, and never far from love.

Bailey in the barber’s chair, wearing the cape — Fresh in the Barber’s ChairCape on, sitting tall in the barber’s chair — even an ordinary haircut became a moment when it was Bailey’s.

Bailey cheek to cheek with his mama — Cheek to Cheek With His MamaNo space between them at all — a son pressed close to his mama, and all the love in the world in one picture.

Bailey sitting on a truck tailgate with a little dog asleep on his leg — Easy Days on the TailgateSitting on the tailgate with a little dog asleep on his leg — peace looked just like this: a boy, a dog, and nowhere to rush off to.

Bailey cheek to cheek with his mama, outdoors — Outdoors, Close to His MamaCheek to cheek with his mama under the open sky — wherever she was, that was home to him.

Bailey with his two best friends when they were young, at a nighttime gathering — His Best FriendsYoung, together, and just getting started — friends who never stopped showing up for him.

Bailey McAllister, with angel wings, resting among the clouds — Bailey, Resting Among the CloudsHis portrait — wings spread, resting among the clouds. This is how heaven holds him now.

Bailey's friends at night, holding candles before his memorial banner — They Lit Candles for HimKearns boys in the dark, flames held before his name — love, refusing to go home.

Bailey’s friends standing together at night before his memorial banner, candles in hand — Side by Side, for HimStanding together before his name, candles in hand — the way they had always stood with him in life, they stood for him that night.

Bailey's friends at the candlelight vigil before his memorial banner — Candlelight for BaileyGathered in his name — a field of small lights against a very dark night.

A friend holding a candle beside Bailey’s memorial banner at night — One Candle, Held CloseOne friend, one candle, held close beside his banner — grief does not always speak. Sometimes it just holds a light.

A friend with head bowed, holding a candle before Bailey’s memorial banner — A Quiet Moment for BaileyHead bowed before his banner, candle in hand — some goodbyes are too heavy for words, so his friends let the silence say them.

A Father's Words

Written by Antwan — for my boy Bailey

The clock moves on, the hours start to fade,
But time stands still within the space you made.
From the first time I saw you, that smirking little boy,
I caught the light inside your eyes, a sudden flash of joy.

I never was your blood by birth, we didn't share a name,
But you became my son to me, regardless of the frame.

I'd trade the breath inside my lungs, I'd give up everything,
To pull you back across the line and take the bitter sting.

I never said the words aloud, but you were always mine,
Forever sixteen in the stars, untouched by fading time.
So let the tears fall gently now, and let the sorrow stay,
A father's love is written down, and never goes away.

With all my love — Antwan

Bailey's urn, a prayer candle standing on either side — At RestHe is at peace · Isaiah 57:1–2

Forever 16

Orich “Bailey” McAllister
November 25, 2008 — November 10, 2025
Forever loved. Forever in our hearts.

1 of 52Now playing · His song plays over these pictures, the whole way through

Memory Wall

This is not a place for reviews. It is a place for memories.

Not a page they visit — a room they enter. That is what this place is for: everybody who loved him, gathered in one room, remembering him together.

If Bailey made you laugh, rode beside you, sat with you by the water — leave that moment here, and let everyone who enters this room know him a little better for it.

The wall is quiet, waiting for its first memory. If you knew Bailey, yours belongs here.

A Utah Heaven

His mountains, standing in glory. His water, shining like glass, without a ripple of sorrow. The country Bailey loved — its lakes, its peaks, its wide open sky — made perfect, and his forever.

At Rest

And here, the page grows quiet. Everything slows. This is where love lays its hands gently on the one it cannot keep — and lets him rest.

Bailey's urn — black with silver filigree, his wings portrait on its face, a prayer candle standing on either side

He is at peace

Isaiah 57:1–2

Home now, and held close forever. The candles stand watch over him — and the love stands longer than the candles.

Forever 16

Written by Antwan, for his boy Bailey — a father's love, written down, and never going away. A love like yours doesn't go anywhere — it just changes where it lives.

Written by Antwan — for my boy Bailey

I tried to talk to you, but met a heavy wall,
It seems like everything I said annoyed you most of all.
You and your mother clashed, the words were sharp and loud,
A stormy kind of friction underneath a heavy cloud.
But even through the noise, I knew the love was deep,
A fierce and loyal bond that you would always keep.

But seeing you disrespect her used to break my peace inside,
To see the bitter anger that you always tried to hide.
You carried so much aching from a father who was gone,
And sometimes you would blame her for the way the world moved on.
I saw the road you walked, the path you had to face —
I also grew up fatherless, inside that lonely space.

I saw myself in you, the armor that you wore,
And kept on trying everything to slide beneath the door.
I think about the school days when you had no clothes to wear,
I spent the last of all my cash to prove that I was there.
I gave the shoes right off my feet to shield you from the fall,
So you'd never face that schoolyard with nobody there at all.

And even when you shrugged it off, I felt it, understood —
A sudden flash of quiet truth that said more than words could.
You kept your distance guarded, you would never let me close,
And looking back, that heavy truth is what hurts me the most.
I never was your blood by birth, we didn't share a name,
But you became my son to me, regardless of the frame.

There were times I thought you hated me, and you might think the same,
Two mirrors locked in combat that we never learned to tame.
I carry deep regret inside, because I wish I'd tried
To break the silent borders that we kept on either side.

The shadow of our final fight still hangs inside the air,
A bitter month of aching weight that I am forced to bear.
But nothing stings as deeply as the closing of the door —
To be the last to watch you leave, and never see you anymore.

Regardless of the winter storms, I miss you, little boy —
I'll never watch you grow, or be the one you would annoy.
I'd trade the breath inside my lungs, I'd give up everything,
To pull you back across the line and take the bitter sting.

I'd take your smart mouth back right now, your cocky little ways,
And put up with your attitude for all my living days.
If I could turn the clock around and have you standing here,
I'd hold the wall a thousand times just to keep you near.

With all my love —

Antwan

Written by Antwan · For my boy Bailey

✦ Antwan & Bailey ✦

$Antwan with his arm around Bailey, smiling together by the water, the mountains standing behind them$

Antwan & Bailey The picture he never got to take — by the water, his mountains behind them, a father's arm around his boy.

Rest in Peace, Bailey

You are mourned by everyone who knew you, honored by everyone who loved you, and missed in every quiet moment in between. Forever 16. Forever ours.

A love like yours doesn't go anywhere — it just changes where it lives. Now it lives here — in his mountains, in his water, in every room his people enter to remember him.