It is with hearts heavier than words can carry that we share the passing of our beloved boy, William Johnson Doom
— a child whose love for life, laughter, and trains brought light to everyone who knew him.
On October 12, 2025, at around 8:30 p.m., surrounded by the family who adored him, William took what his parents tenderly call
“a train ride to Heaven.”
He was nine years old.
Born November 11, 2015, William’s short journey on Earth was one filled with wonder, love, and a spirit that never stopped shining.
A Boy and His Trains
From the moment William could talk, his world revolved around trains.
He didn’t just love them — he knew them. Every engine had a name, every whistle a story.
Ask him about any locomotive, and his eyes would light up as he explained what made it special.
For William, trains weren’t just machines; they were living, breathing companions that carried dreams, adventures, and possibilities.
His parents, Richie and Virginia, often said they could tell what kind of day it was by the sound of William’s “choo-choo” echoing through the house.
Some mornings, it was soft and slow — a freight train crawling through the mountains.Other times, it was wild and fast — the sound of joy in motion.
Every track he built across the living room floor was its own universe.
Every toy train had a role, a purpose, and a name that William made sure everyone remembered.
He didn’t just play with trains — he lived in their rhythm.
And now, his family imagines him riding the rails of Heaven, smiling from the window seat, watching over them with the same joy he once found in every journey.
A Gentle Soul with a Fierce Spirit
William was more than his love of trains.
He was the heartbeat of his family — their laughter, their reason, their quiet courage.Even in moments when life felt heavy, William had a way of making it lighter.
He was the kind of child who made friends everywhere he went — at the park, at school, in the waiting rooms of doctor visits. His warmth was contagious.People didn’t just remember his name — they remembered how he made them feel.
William had faced more challenges in his nine years than most do in a lifetime. Yet, through it all, he carried a strength far beyond his years.
When he wasn’t feeling well, he still found ways to make others smile — a silly joke, a thumbs-up, or a gentle reminder:“It’s okay, Mommy. The train always comes back.”
Those words became something of a promise.
A reminder that goodbyes in this world aren’t forever.
The Night Heaven Opened
On that quiet October evening, the air felt still — heavy, yet peaceful.His family gathered close, holding his hands, whispering love into every breath.
There were no alarms, no fear — only warmth, love, and light.
His parents said it best:
“Around 8:30 p.m., our precious William took a train ride to Heaven. He was our rock, and our hero. He passed peacefully, surrounded by family, and now rests in the arms of our Father.”
Those words carry the weight of heartbreak and hope all at once.
Because while his body rested, William’s spirit was already running free — no longer bound by pain, no longer tired.
Somewhere beyond the clouds, the faint whistle of a train sounded — soft, distant, beautiful.
And his family knew: he was home.
Love That Doesn’t End
Grief has no map.But for Richie and Virginia, and for all who love William, there are tiny reminders that he is still near — in the sound of a train passing in the distance, in the soft golden light of morning, in the laughter that echoes through their home.
Love like his doesn’t fade. It changes shape, but it stays.
It lingers in the quiet moments, the small gestures, the memories replayed like favorite scenes from a story that never really ends.
There will be hard days ahead — birthdays, holidays, moments when silence feels unbearable.
But through every ache, there will also be gratitude.
Gratitude for nine beautiful years.
Gratitude for every giggle, every hug, every “choo-choo” that filled the air.
Gratitude for a little boy whose heart taught the world about love, wonder, and faith.
