In memory of all my loved ones who are now gone...
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My brother:Stephen C. Ripple Mymom:Reola M. Ripple
6/21/70 to 5/1/05 age34 8/24/47 to 9/28/94 age 47
Why is this tag board way over here and how do I scoot it over where it belongs???
Look at them, picture perfect arn't they? I can't believe Mamma and Daddy are both gone now. This journal used to be dedicated to Stephen, but I'm changing it. Now that Daddy recently died I've decided to make this a journal for all of those I've lost.
I wrote a poem about Daddy and I plan on posting it here, but now is not the right time. I have to be in the right frame of mind before I can put it on here, or my whole day will be ruined.
Actually, I need to go because I've already done to much memory stuff and it's starting to get me down. I'll be back with more... when I can.

Joe and Missy had a baby and named him after Stephen. He would be do honored.
Yesterday I was standing at the kitchen sink, getting a drink of water, and I felt the back of my shirt move as if somebody brushed against it. My first thought was,'Hey, did that really happen? Did my shirt just move by itself?' Just then, it did it again, as if to say say," Yes, it really is happening. I'm here Sherry".

You see, right before that happened I was crying because I missed Stephen. I think this was his way of telling me that he's still around. Nothing like this has happened for a long time and I had been wondering why. The one year anniversary of his death rolled around, nothing. His birthday rolled around, nothing. I used to hear him all the time. Things used to happen all the time. Lately, there's been no sign of him. I was beginning to think he's decided not to come around or something.
One thing did happen a few months ago. It took some flowers out to the wreck site. I didn't see anything, but I felt like he was there. As we were pulling away to leave, I looked over for one last glance and there he stood. He looked see-through, but he was standing there looking at the flowers I had just put there.

| In life I loved you dearly, Here's a poem I found on www.sweetmemoriessite.com . It fits the way I feel perfectly. Here's some other good ones: Our family chain is broken,
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
May the winds of love blow softly |
| I have not turned my back on you So there’s no need to cry. I’m watching you from Heaven, Just beyond the morning sky. I’ve seen you almost fall apart, When you could barely stand. I asked the Lord to comfort you, And watched him take your hand. He told me you were in more pain Than I could ever be. He wiped his eyes and swallowed hard, Then gave your hand to me. Although you may not feel my touch, Or see me by your side, I’ve whispered that I loved you, While I wiped each tear you’ve cried. So please try not to ache for me, We’ll meet again one day. Beyond the dark and stormy sky, A rainbow lights the way. --Author Unknown |
I've lost another person. This is Glenn, who I live with for 3 years, and loved very much. He was only in his 40's. He died on Febuary 24th of a brain anurism. What a shame. ![]() |
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Isn't this cool. For some reason it makes me think of Stephen. He would have loved this picture. I've never seen this combonation before, the ocean and a tiger. It's just neat. |
| Hi there, I haven't posted here for a while. That's good in a way, because I haven't been as miserable as usual. Of course, I wish Stephen was here, but it hasn't been the only thing I can think of lately. It's been almost 9 months now since he's been gone. I guess I'm getting over the initial shock. I've been reading my Sylvia Browne book, and that helps too. She makes the dead seem so 'still around', you know what I mean? I feel like Stephen's the lucky one and he's always with me. That's a relief and it makes me feel better. According to Sylvia, a proven physic, our stay on earth is just the blink of an eye. We plan everything, including our death, before we're even born. Our short trip to earth is just to learn a few spiritual lessons and then we go back HOME. And we're all back together in the blink of an eye. Her book is called 'Sylvia Browne Phenomenon'. Please don't think I'm crazy or weird. It's just that I've seen her in action and she sure seems to know alot of things that are impossible to know. She has helped police solve crimes. She's proven that she's for real. Anyway, it's helping, that's the main thing. |