To you so wise,
To you who are tall,
To live a good life,
Just heed this call:
Love the silly,
Love the small,
Love them all.
Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and still dear.
.You walked the golden stairway, you touched the stars and moon, now all we have are memories...the angels came too soon.
~ TO REMEMBER~
IS TO GIVE LIFE
TO THOSE WE'VE LOVED
Any photos we have taken may be used by those who requested them, and other people who want to use them on their family trees , etc. After all, that's what this site is about,honoring the memories of Loved Ones and connecting Families. Also, if anyone wants to use any poems I've posted, please feel free to do so,that's why they're posted here, to share.
So far , our memorials are for people related to us in our Family Tree, or friends and co-workers, also some local citizens.We appreciate flowers and any information, photos or any corrections for our memorials. If anyone wants a transfer, let us know, but remember, some of these people are relatives to us, too.
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path...and leave a trail." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
"Courage is not the lack of fear-it's acting in spite of it." - Mark Twain
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty,well- preserved body, but rather to slide in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming..."WOW !!! WHAT A RIDE!!!"
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love - Washington Irving
And another wise saying I saw on this site:
~ Each time we embrace a memory ~ we meet again with those we love.~ Author Unknown
Officer James John Rapozo 1964-1998
killed in the line of duty, Memorial # 34246396
In Honor of Fallen Police Officers:
Somebody killed a policeman today And a part of America died...A piece of our country he swore to protect Will be buried with him at his side.The beat that he walked was a battlefield, too, Just as if he had gone off to war; Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half-mast To his name they will add a gold star. The suspect that shot him will stand up in court With counsel demanding his rights, While a young widowed mother must work for her kids And spend many long, lonely nights. Yes, somebody killed a policeman today... Maybe in your town or mine, While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors A cop put his life on the line. Now his ghost walks the beat on a dark city street, And he stands at each new rookie's side;He answered the call... of himself gave his all, And a part of America died...
Do not stand there at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand there at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. --Gwydion
I love The Old West, so I am posting this poem I found here at FindAGrave.
~A Cowboy's Prayer~
Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I loved creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it good.
I know that others find You in the light
That's sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel You near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street,
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's down;
Let me be square and generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
But never let 'em say I'm mean or small!
Make me as big and open as the plains,
As honest as the hawse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze!
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret;
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said
And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside,
And guide me down the long, dim trail ahead
That stretches upward toward the Great Divide.
~by Badger Clark~
Your gentle face and patient smile
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.
The voice is mute and stills the heart,
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one so good as you.
You are not forgotten loved one,
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now our hearts are sore,
As times go by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill your vacant place
Juliette S. Geurts, 2005-2008, memorial #28319904. She was murdered yet justice has not been served on her murderers.
CHANNON GAIL CHRISTIAN MEMORIAL # 19422376
MURDERED ALONG WITH HER BOYFRIEND. SUCH A TRAGEDY,THEY ENDURED UNIMAGINABLE TORTURE.
Three Sweet Little Doggies who need flowers:
Belle Predergast mem. # 77026396 and
BooBoo Prendergast mem. # 73165396
Little Cory Prendergast Mem. # 83204018
Lucky the cat mem. # 89627730
Michael Lynn Dingus III Mem # 74731437
Mignon A. Stoddard Lilley Memorial# 34824398 A true California Pioneer Woman. *You are loved beyond words missed beyond measure*
AMERICA" ~~ My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of Liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From ev'ry mountainside, Let Freedom ring!
Gather ye roses while ye may,Old time is still a-flying;A world where beauty fleets away-Is no world for denying.Come lads and lasses, fall to play-Lose no more time in sighing-The very flowers you pluck to-day-To-morrow will be dying;And all the flowers are crying,And all the leaves have tongues to- say,-Gather ye roses while ye may.
Memorial # 9953607 Dr. Bessie, a true pioneer woman.