Adam set you up today girl, Happy b day beautiful sister, we always liked our b days no matter where I was or we were in life. Always celebrating life, being positive and just living, loving our kids. Kristi and I love you, you would of live her, a good woman. Peace and tell ma I love her, miss you. Till then ❣️

Happy Birthday Steph! I'm thinking about you a lot lately. I selfishly miss having you to talk to about all my myriad problems. It would be great to talk about how stressful my mom's dementia progress is. It is so hard to lose her little by little.

It is still hard to believe that you, my oldest and best friend, is gone. Happy birthday dear friend. I hope they have your favorite beer in heaven. 

Miss u Steff my beloved twin sister. Your dancing with the angels walking on the clouds. Miss u alway on my mind SEP

Happy Birthday Steph! Today would have been your 60th. We would have celebrated with your favorite Budweisers and barbecue.

I see when I wrote my last tribute I talked about my dad's illness. Unfortunately he passed away less than a month after I wrote to you, on April 21. I wish you were here to help me get through that awful time.

I miss you very much and it still surprises me that you are gone. Although you passed away much too young, I'm glad that you were spared an illness like my dad's which took him inch by inch. I am glad his suffering is over. I hope your family is well; I miss them too. I'm sure you are watching over them.

Bye for now Steph, Love, Renee

Hey Stephanie! I can't believe it's been over two years since I last saw you. I really miss our drinking lunch jaunts where we talked for hours. I'm so sorry to hear of your family's turmoil since your passing. I know you would wish them peace as you are at peace.

My life is a current struggle as I cope with my Dad's illness from his 3rd cancer (colon). He has been in 3 different hospitals and 6 different nursing homes since October 2015; about 6 months. He's at the VA Medical Center now and receiving great care there. However, their opinion is that he is dying and most of the time, I tend to agree. He has the occasional day sometimes where he seems he is getting better. I can't help but hope.

To add insult to injury, my mom has dementia which is worsening as time passes. My sisters and I are struggling to cope with this problem happening at the same time as my Dad's illness. We found out recently that when my Dad passes, my mom's income from my Dad's Navy pension will be cut in half. She will no longer be able to pay her rent where she is and won't be able to afford rent anywhere here. She'll have to move out, go on Medical and enter an assisted living facility. I don't look forward to when that happens.

I miss you very much. After two years, I don't think about you every day anymore which I suppose means I'm healing from the grieving process. When I think of you now, it's more with a smile about funny things you and I did. This is much better then the jab of pain I used to get when thinking of you. Love, Renee

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

- Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932