FOR MY LOST LOVE

Almost a year has passed since she went away

Time dulls pain, but my hurt continues every day

Living alone has created a new way of life

I can’t find happiness without my wife

Learning to be alone is completely new

I don’t know where to go or what to do

Holidays and special days are now spent alone

Times that once were happy now have a new tone

Maybe more time will finally bring healing

I know that nothing can stop the loss I’m feeling

I hope that I can learn how to be strong

To live without the Love and bliss we shared so long

The Love we had and shared together

Will stay in my heart for always and ever

My mind knows she’s gone, but my heart won’t accept it

I’ll learn how to accept my loss if only bit by bit

When the time comes that we are finally back together

Then it will truly be forever and ever.

My life has changed since she went away

The intense pain is now an ache both night and day

The feelings of loss remain with me still

Each day is a struggle, testing my will

I have to learn to live a normal life

It’s nearly impossible with no loving wife

All the things we enjoyed doing as one

Have changed and are now no longer fun

Eating and living and loving together

Are now things of the past for now and forever

I know she is at peace and in a better place

A thousand things bring to mind her smiling face

She was loving and caring and is missed by all

My happiness has come up against a wall

Time and living will still continue on

Until my time has come for me to be gone

When that time is finally upon me

Life will change from Me to We.

    On April 18, 2015 we had a celebration of life. My mom would of been 72. It was a beautiful warm sunny day in Portland Oregon.  It was great seeing friends and family. Mom has many friends and family out of state and not able to attend.  I have added a few photos of this day in the photo gallery.

My favorite job was being a Flight Attendant for ATA (American Trans Air) and had many many layovers in HNL.  After working 12 hour duty day it was always a pleasure to go to Bob and Della's place to hang out (and snooze on the couch) and have a home cooked meal. A couple of times I was able to bring my girls Aaliyah and Kayla, and my sister Christina.


Thanks Della for the laughs and the family stories.I remember Della telling me my Dad, Dennis, always invited her to go flying with him but she always refused as  he is too much of a joker. I informed her I am still alive as I went flying with him many times.


Della and my Dad have great family memories. Thanks for being a loving person.

-Veronica Goff 

When I was 14 and Della was 12, we met through one of my friends who wanted to visit his girlfriend who lived near Della.  We had to ride our bikes about 6 miles each way and I was taken by her from the first time I saw her.  We used to go to Meier and Franks (downtown Portland) and listen to records.  I was always welcomed by her family and as the years passed, we each went our separate ways with different families, but occasionally ran into each other and kept in touch.  In 1991, I was working in the Troutdale Post Office when her mother came in to buy stamps.  I asked how Della was doing and was informed that she was living just a short distance away.  I got her phone number and called her. At that time, I was having a bad marriage getting  worse and was on the verge of getting a divorce.  We started seeing each other and on October 5 of 1992 we got married.  That just happened to be a Leap Year, and she proposed to me before I could ask her, but it didn't matter, as we knew we had to be together.  For 22 years, we had a good marriage and were happy together.  I still can't accept that she is gone, but she will always be in my heart and thoughts.

My mom loved small cars the older we got the smaller the car got. My mom bought an x19 (we were in our teens) and she decided we needed to do something as a family.  So we all pilled in the X19 (my brothers, mom and I) and off to the Puyallup Fair we went. My brothers and I were very cramped and piled on top of one another, but once we got there we had fun. Mom was always trying to squeeze us in small cars.


I love you mom  

Auntie shard this story with me.

My best memories are from spending time on the Shriners farm.we got into all kinds of mischief There.  G-Pa Shriner ran over a bunny with his thrashing machine. Della finally caught it, & took in to G-ma & held it (crying) while G - ma tried to wrap all 4 legs with bandages. We used to play in the hey, and make forts, cars, etc.  When we were older, every sun. we went to the movies with are cousins, Dennis, Floyd, Deloris, And Margaret rose, then came home to G-Ma Taylor's for warm Devils food cake...Yum.. 

Then time went by, and we grew up. Della wanted to make something of herself, so she went to school,held down a job and raised three beautiful kids..  We lived many miles away, but still kept in touch.  She always had the right thing to say to you if you were down..and brought your spirits right back up. I will miss her soo much.