Memorial Wall

We have created this space to pay homage to, honor, and remember our little ones, family members, relatives, and loved ones we have lost recently or over the years. If you would like to add your memorial to our wall, please e-mail us and we'll add it to the wall. Please include all the pertinent information like names, dates, and a message if you like (please no more than 500 words, spell checked). We extend our deepest sympathies to your families. You can use the search below to find your specific memorial or browse through the pages.

To my darling Kaija-Willow who came to us April 1st, 2002 and left us October 4th, 2002 due to Leigh's Disease, a mitochondrial disorder.
Grief, it circles me like vultures. Waiting.
Waiting for me to stumble and fall so they can devour me, remembering
Grief, it stands at my door like a gryphon. Waiting.
Waiting for me to forget and walk out into the sunshine so it can attack me from behind, tearing the joy from me, remembering.
Grief, it hides under my feet like black ice. Waiting.
Waiting for me to tread upon it unknowingly so I will slide down, falling past the Earth into despair, remembering.
Grief, it stands beside me like a friend. Waiting.
Waiting for me to feel safe enough to love and trust again, because without the agony of grieving I would never accepted, remembering.
Author: Patricia Anne Onesi Jan/03
Quinn(3.5) gives you fallen leaves and Rowan(5.75) sees your beauty every where and your Dad Frank misses your blue eyes. We love you always,
Mommy.

On November 10, 1999 my father lost his battle with lung cancer. He went peacefully and with people who loved him around him. For me, a whole new journey was beginning, a journey without my father. It has been a few years since he left us, in that time I have learned that I am stronger than I thought I was, with God's help, I am healing. In the time that has passed I have been blessed with a daughter who could be a mirror image of my father. That sassy, bossy and brash attitude is once again in my life. Although some days it makes me miss him worse, seeing his bright blue eyes looking back at me everyday via my child helps the healing in many ways.

I will always grieve for my father, but knowing that one day I will see him again is more comforting than anything else. I now know not to take one second with those I love for granted. I cherish every moment for I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Let those around you know you appreciate them...they may be gone tomorrow. God Be With You!
I Love You Daddy,
Shellie (Michelle) Spradlin aka: Twiggy
In Memory of Robert B. Jones Jr.
March 6, 1942-November 10, 1999

In memory of my three angels Veronica Michelle, James Howard, and Tannonnah Ladell Shivers. To my parents the late James and Dorothy Johnson and my grandparents the late Leonard and Alscine Brooks. And a very special lady who left us so suddenly, Ms. Helen Robes. Also blessings to all my family and friends in Heaven's sweet land.
--Always, Doreen