November 11, 2020
November 11, 2020
I will love you forever.
This memorial website was created in loving memory of our loved one, Ronald Southwick, 76 years old, born on June 26, 1944 and passed away on October 15, 2020 in Tucson, AZ. He was committed to telling others about his relationship with Jesus and how they too could have this same relationship. We will remember him forever. Please add you own tribute or story to let others know how Ron affected your life.
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October 28, 2020
October 28, 2020
In thinking about my dad's death I wrote something that he might say to our family. It's meant to be a song but I'm not musically inclined, so here are the [rough draft] words:
Don’t Cry for Me
I know that you're hurting, you've locked the pain inside
You're broken and wounded, you're not ashamed to cry
But don't give up, receive from Him
The comfort He can give, don't cry for me.
I know that you're wondering why God took me away
The questions are haunting, it's difficult to pray
But don't blame God, receive from Him
The love He has to give, don’t cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I'm in a better place
Don't cry for me, I'm warm in God's embrace
I'm free to live with Jesus now
Now Heaven is my home, so don't cry for me.
There is a tomorrow when I'll see you again
Keep living for Jesus, I know that you will win
When that day comes He’ll be the One
To unite us in the end, so don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I see the Father’s face
Don't cry for me, I'm locked within His gaze
I'll see you soon so don't lose heart
For Heaven is our home, so don't cry for me.
Don’t Cry for Me
I know that you're hurting, you've locked the pain inside
You're broken and wounded, you're not ashamed to cry
But don't give up, receive from Him
The comfort He can give, don't cry for me.
I know that you're wondering why God took me away
The questions are haunting, it's difficult to pray
But don't blame God, receive from Him
The love He has to give, don’t cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I'm in a better place
Don't cry for me, I'm warm in God's embrace
I'm free to live with Jesus now
Now Heaven is my home, so don't cry for me.
There is a tomorrow when I'll see you again
Keep living for Jesus, I know that you will win
When that day comes He’ll be the One
To unite us in the end, so don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I see the Father’s face
Don't cry for me, I'm locked within His gaze
I'll see you soon so don't lose heart
For Heaven is our home, so don't cry for me.
October 19, 2020
October 19, 2020
Ronald Joseph Southwick, 76, of Tucson, Arizona, went home to be with Jesus on Thursday, October, 15, 2020.
Ron was born on June 26, 1944 to Raymond and Phyllis Southwick in Rome, New York. After graduating from Titusville High School in 1962, he joined the United States Army. In 1965 he married the love of his life, Carol Miller. They have four children. Together they served in ministry for decades in pastoral and missionary work with Youth With A Mission and Deaf World Ministries. They served in Pennsylvania, California, Texas and Arizona. Ron enjoyed Deaf people and their culture, joking with people, billiards, Cowboy Action Shooting (SASS), leather work, photography, and birdwatching.
Ron was preceded in death by his parents and his brother Russ Southwick. He is survived by his wife Carol; his four children, Rhonda (Dave) Phillips, Jonathan Southwick, David (Lynette) Southwick, and Micah (Nicole) Southwick; his sisters Rebecca Jennings and Rose Storrey; his grandchildren, Savannah (Jesse) Kellick, Colten Phillips, Abrianna Phillips, Josiah Southwick, Matthew (Tilly) Southwick, Benjamin Southwick, Jacob Southwick, Lily Southwick and Amana Southwick; and numerous nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be planned for a later date.
Ron was born on June 26, 1944 to Raymond and Phyllis Southwick in Rome, New York. After graduating from Titusville High School in 1962, he joined the United States Army. In 1965 he married the love of his life, Carol Miller. They have four children. Together they served in ministry for decades in pastoral and missionary work with Youth With A Mission and Deaf World Ministries. They served in Pennsylvania, California, Texas and Arizona. Ron enjoyed Deaf people and their culture, joking with people, billiards, Cowboy Action Shooting (SASS), leather work, photography, and birdwatching.
Ron was preceded in death by his parents and his brother Russ Southwick. He is survived by his wife Carol; his four children, Rhonda (Dave) Phillips, Jonathan Southwick, David (Lynette) Southwick, and Micah (Nicole) Southwick; his sisters Rebecca Jennings and Rose Storrey; his grandchildren, Savannah (Jesse) Kellick, Colten Phillips, Abrianna Phillips, Josiah Southwick, Matthew (Tilly) Southwick, Benjamin Southwick, Jacob Southwick, Lily Southwick and Amana Southwick; and numerous nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be planned for a later date.
October 17, 2020
October 17, 2020
Dad, these are the words that were running through my mind as I watched you struggle your last day on this earth to fight your battle with cancer. They are from "Save You" by Richard Durand (ft. Christina Novelli):
If I could wrap you up
If I could keep you safe
And take away the pain
What am I meant to do
And how do I say goodbye
When I look in those tired eyes
Into my arms
Wish I could be the one to save you
Holding my heart
Without you I'll be lost
Wish I could save you
You made me strong when I was weak
Gave me words when I couldn't speak
You were there through everything
And when heartache weighed me down
You were the one to show me how
To make it through and live again
Into my arms
Wish I could be the one to save you
Holding my heart
Without you I'll be lost
Wish I could save you
----
Dad, I would have been willing to trade places with you to save you from the suffering you endured from this wretched disease. I will miss you.
I love you, without wax,
Jonathan
If I could wrap you up
If I could keep you safe
And take away the pain
What am I meant to do
And how do I say goodbye
When I look in those tired eyes
Into my arms
Wish I could be the one to save you
Holding my heart
Without you I'll be lost
Wish I could save you
You made me strong when I was weak
Gave me words when I couldn't speak
You were there through everything
And when heartache weighed me down
You were the one to show me how
To make it through and live again
Into my arms
Wish I could be the one to save you
Holding my heart
Without you I'll be lost
Wish I could save you
----
Dad, I would have been willing to trade places with you to save you from the suffering you endured from this wretched disease. I will miss you.
I love you, without wax,
Jonathan
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November 11, 2020
November 11, 2020
I will love you forever.
October 28, 2020
October 28, 2020
In thinking about my dad's death I wrote something that he might say to our family. It's meant to be a song but I'm not musically inclined, so here are the [rough draft] words:
Don’t Cry for Me
I know that you're hurting, you've locked the pain inside
You're broken and wounded, you're not ashamed to cry
But don't give up, receive from Him
The comfort He can give, don't cry for me.
I know that you're wondering why God took me away
The questions are haunting, it's difficult to pray
But don't blame God, receive from Him
The love He has to give, don’t cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I'm in a better place
Don't cry for me, I'm warm in God's embrace
I'm free to live with Jesus now
Now Heaven is my home, so don't cry for me.
There is a tomorrow when I'll see you again
Keep living for Jesus, I know that you will win
When that day comes He’ll be the One
To unite us in the end, so don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I see the Father’s face
Don't cry for me, I'm locked within His gaze
I'll see you soon so don't lose heart
For Heaven is our home, so don't cry for me.
Don’t Cry for Me
I know that you're hurting, you've locked the pain inside
You're broken and wounded, you're not ashamed to cry
But don't give up, receive from Him
The comfort He can give, don't cry for me.
I know that you're wondering why God took me away
The questions are haunting, it's difficult to pray
But don't blame God, receive from Him
The love He has to give, don’t cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I'm in a better place
Don't cry for me, I'm warm in God's embrace
I'm free to live with Jesus now
Now Heaven is my home, so don't cry for me.
There is a tomorrow when I'll see you again
Keep living for Jesus, I know that you will win
When that day comes He’ll be the One
To unite us in the end, so don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me, I see the Father’s face
Don't cry for me, I'm locked within His gaze
I'll see you soon so don't lose heart
For Heaven is our home, so don't cry for me.
October 19, 2020
October 19, 2020
Ronald Joseph Southwick, 76, of Tucson, Arizona, went home to be with Jesus on Thursday, October, 15, 2020.
Ron was born on June 26, 1944 to Raymond and Phyllis Southwick in Rome, New York. After graduating from Titusville High School in 1962, he joined the United States Army. In 1965 he married the love of his life, Carol Miller. They have four children. Together they served in ministry for decades in pastoral and missionary work with Youth With A Mission and Deaf World Ministries. They served in Pennsylvania, California, Texas and Arizona. Ron enjoyed Deaf people and their culture, joking with people, billiards, Cowboy Action Shooting (SASS), leather work, photography, and birdwatching.
Ron was preceded in death by his parents and his brother Russ Southwick. He is survived by his wife Carol; his four children, Rhonda (Dave) Phillips, Jonathan Southwick, David (Lynette) Southwick, and Micah (Nicole) Southwick; his sisters Rebecca Jennings and Rose Storrey; his grandchildren, Savannah (Jesse) Kellick, Colten Phillips, Abrianna Phillips, Josiah Southwick, Matthew (Tilly) Southwick, Benjamin Southwick, Jacob Southwick, Lily Southwick and Amana Southwick; and numerous nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be planned for a later date.
Ron was born on June 26, 1944 to Raymond and Phyllis Southwick in Rome, New York. After graduating from Titusville High School in 1962, he joined the United States Army. In 1965 he married the love of his life, Carol Miller. They have four children. Together they served in ministry for decades in pastoral and missionary work with Youth With A Mission and Deaf World Ministries. They served in Pennsylvania, California, Texas and Arizona. Ron enjoyed Deaf people and their culture, joking with people, billiards, Cowboy Action Shooting (SASS), leather work, photography, and birdwatching.
Ron was preceded in death by his parents and his brother Russ Southwick. He is survived by his wife Carol; his four children, Rhonda (Dave) Phillips, Jonathan Southwick, David (Lynette) Southwick, and Micah (Nicole) Southwick; his sisters Rebecca Jennings and Rose Storrey; his grandchildren, Savannah (Jesse) Kellick, Colten Phillips, Abrianna Phillips, Josiah Southwick, Matthew (Tilly) Southwick, Benjamin Southwick, Jacob Southwick, Lily Southwick and Amana Southwick; and numerous nieces and nephews.
A memorial service will be planned for a later date.
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October 17, 2020
When I was in grade school my brother and I were walking around the house pretending that the pretzel rods we were eating were cigarettes and pretending to smoke them. When my dad came home from work and saw us he turned right around and left, only to return with a pack of real cigarettes.
He sat us both down in the kitchen and made us put a cigarette in our mouth. Then he lit them and said, "Okay, you want to smoke? Go ahead, smoke."
I began to cry as I blew out. He said, "No, you breathe in first. Do it!" I continued to cry as I inhaled for the first time on the thing. My lungs were on fire as I hacked and coughed and cried my way into saying I was sorry.
A lesson learned … maybe the hard way but learned nonetheless. I never smoked again in my entire life.
Thanks dad for teaching me a valuable lesson. I love you, without wax. - Jonathan
He sat us both down in the kitchen and made us put a cigarette in our mouth. Then he lit them and said, "Okay, you want to smoke? Go ahead, smoke."
I began to cry as I blew out. He said, "No, you breathe in first. Do it!" I continued to cry as I inhaled for the first time on the thing. My lungs were on fire as I hacked and coughed and cried my way into saying I was sorry.
A lesson learned … maybe the hard way but learned nonetheless. I never smoked again in my entire life.
Thanks dad for teaching me a valuable lesson. I love you, without wax. - Jonathan