The song "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" is being sung by Megan, Patti's daughter. We welcome any memorials, be they a site, a poem, essay, song, or letter honoring your transitioned love one. Should you want to post a favorite picture of your son, daughter, mother, father, friend, or anyone else, please e-mail it to me in the following formats: jpg, jpeg, gif.

This is a memorial site built by Armando Lucero, husband of Robin. To view the spirit form of Robin, her son, and her brother, please click on to "Photo Album 1" on the menu bar. Click on the following to get her site: Robin Renee Lucero

A tribute to my beautiful grandson, Anthony Joseph (Eliezer) Morelli (September 22, 1984 - November 17, 1999). He was a "big" presence in a "short" time. May his soul soar high in the Heavens with the beauty and grace of the butterfly.

An Old Soul

Where did it come from, the pain, depth, and sorrow, the love and understanding, the insight of tomorrow? His intrinsic wisdom, so far beyond others, his unselfish caring of life's sisters and brothers. A teacher and friend to all who chose to know him, encouraging compassionate, and steadfast with whim. A heart of gold so wise beyond years, he was always there to wipe away tears. A teenage boy full of life was seen, but then he died at the age of fifteen. Where did it come from the pain, depth, and sorrow? A wise old soul that we were only to borrow. Published in 2005 by Joyce Richey, his proud grandma.

In memory of my son, Jimmy Bryce Richey, Jr. September 3, 1965 - September 7, 1965 As I held my transitioned son in my arms, praying to God to bring him back, breathing so hard thinking that maybe I could share my breath with him, a very kind nurse told me something I shall never forget. She simply said, "Heaven is like a bouquet of flowers, it takes little buds as well as big blooms to make it beautiful." I think we have a tendancy to forget that no matter what age a child is when we lose them in the physical sense, be it stillborn, a miscarriage, as an infant, or young in age, the pain remains with us the rest of our life. Wondering what they would have looked like, sounded like, what kind of person they would be. Would they been talented, kind, outgoing or intraverted? I just know that Jimmy is as much my son today as the day he was born, just like his sister is still my daughter, and her son is still my grandson. We must Honor and Celebrate their lives, and be thankful for the Blessing we were given to have them for the time we did, knowing and believing that they are still with us not only in our hearts and minds, but in spirit form - still watching over us, being part of our lives, and trying to communicate out of their love for us, in the best way they can.

This site is in memory of Melissa Christine Galka, born on February 14, 1987 and transitioned on September 28, 2004. "We think about tomorrow then it slips away. We talk about forever but we've only got today." Click here to see Melissa's site.

Delores Elaine Klepadlo June 29, 1936 - February 29, 2008 There is only one, and the one is the many. Formless and formed, spirit and matter, Light and dark. You and me. In each is all, and all are the one!

Dirk John Rossman November 22, 1967 - December 20, 2008 There is an angel watching over you in good times, trouble or stress. His wings are wrapped round about, whispering you are loved and Blessed. Knowing Dirk, he would lovingly say: Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint in snow. I am the unslight on unriped grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft starts that shine at night. Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep!

In Loving Memory of Dorothy Marie Gerard September 27, 1996 - October 21, 1996 When God calls little children to dwell with him above, We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold, So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few, to make the land of heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try, The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye". So when a lttle child departs, we who are left behind, Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find. No matter what happens, Dorothy Marie will always be in our hearts forever, She is now the family's guardian angel. This is what her sister has added to this poem. Forever and ever we shall meet again, One day up in heaven above, we shall always be loved.

In loving memory of Anna Kowalewski July 27, 1917 - May 21, 2003 God looked around His garden, and He found an empty place. He then looked down upon this earth, and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you, and lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful He always takes the best. He knew you were suffering, He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never, Get well on earth again. He saw that the road was getting rough, and the hills are hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids, and whispered "Peace be thine". It broke my heart to lose you, but you didn't go alone. For part of me went with you, The day God called you home.

This is a memorial site built by Sherry Ribbing, wife of Stephen D. Ribbing (1949-2006). Click on the following to get to the site: Stephen D. Ribbing

This site is in memory of Richard Zarro, his pictures and story in life, and his picture in spirit form. Click on the following to get to the site: We Send You Our Blessings

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