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The Lyrics to "Andy" by Chaya

July 19, 2017

There's no easy way to say I miss you.
No words by my attempt could near suffice.
An aching in my heart cause I'm not with you.
This pain without you here I can't describe.
But I have been given such hope, because I've been given such peace.
And I know the day will come when Jesus will call out to me.
Tell me my love, is heaven beautiful?
Can you touch every star in the sky?
As your're walking, my love, down those streets of gold.
Are you wathcing the angels fly?
In those mansions, my love, do you sit with saints
And marvel in the majesty of God?
And my love, do you cry when you look in Jesus' eyes and see HIs compassion, His love and His heart?
At times I sit alone and think of you.
I dream about the way you laugh. 
A vision I can see of you with Christ. . .walking side by side, hand in hand.
I know the time draws near when I'll be with you.
When face to face I'll reach and take your hand. . .and I am given such hope,
Because I've been given such peace.
I know the day will come when Jesus will call out to me.


I miss you so, my dear Sister, but I know one day we will meet again.

Four Years Gone

September 13, 2016

It's hard to believe four years have passed, but I know it has because I see picures of Kody celebrating his fourth birthday on Facebook.  You would be so proud of him, Sue.  Sara is doing a good job with him.  I continue to pray that both Sara and Wendy find the happiness they deserve.  Mom and I still miss you so much, but we try to concentrate on the happy and funny memories from our times together, which eases the pain of you being gone.  I still occasionallly find myself thinking I need to call you to tell you this or that and then have to catch myself from reaching for the phone.  Miss you so much.  Love you more!

Danna Bridwell

March 21, 2015

Hi Susie,

Will I guess you know that Danna has joined you and Aunt Betty up there in heaven now.  I can just imagine what fun you guys can have up there now that you are all together!  The family is all hurting down here with her loss, but we are glad that she is no longer suffering.  It gives us all some peace to know you are all pain free and waiting for us to join you one day.  Still love and miss you as always, but glad I have this site to come and "sit a spell".  You two cousins don't get into too much trouble up there! 

make you proud

February 16, 2015

well grandma im doing it im finally going to collage. its just some online classes but you always wanted me to continue my education... 
i remember when you promised to live to see me walk across the stage for high school graduation i told you i wanted you to promise to live till i graduated collage so you could live for ever....
im studying criminal justice human services. im looking to go in to substance abuse recovery help.
you never new how far down the wrong road ive been on but i couldnt stand to let you know i thought telling you i smoked cigarettes would kill you let alone tell you i was a very addicted and lost person...
but i can say today im better han i was back then in many ways i still have bad days and still tend to mess up but im growing up and have you on my shoulder.. i miss you terribly but want you to know you raised me right i hope your proud of me.

and heres a recent picture of kody hes a handful but i love him 

Two Years Gone

September 13, 2014

It's hard to believe you have been gone for two years already!  It seems like only yesterday, but when I saw the recent pictures of Kody's 2 year old birthday party, I knew the time had passed.  You would be so proud of the Mother that Sara has become to that little great grandson of yours.  You can tell he is the love of her life.  Wendy just celebrated her 1 year of sobriety.  She and Justin have reached that point and are both doing really well.  You would be proud of them too.  I am trying to keep in touch with everyone and keep them informed on how Mom is doing.  Everyone misses you so much.  Karen and Phil will be out here this weekend with the babies, so it will help Mom and I through an otherwise rough weekend.  You are always in my heart and on my mind.  I love you!

A Birthday Poem To Sue from Becky

February 16, 2014

Becky wrote this poem for Sue in February, 2000.

A Birthday Poem for My Sister

 

Where has all the time gone?
We search so hard to find.
Memories come and memories go;
 They give us peace of mind.

I wish I were a time machine.
I would turn it back for us.
Let’s play jacks and movie star hop scotch.
That would be a plus.

Wouldn’t it be fun to turn back the clock?
Oh, just for a little while.
We would laugh and dream and giggle
And think of things to do.
You know those mischievous things we know mom had not a clue!

Remember playing ballet with another little girl?
The music from the phonograph would play.
Something like Mozart or Beethoven or some such sort!
Boy would we give her a twirl!

Life you know is all these things
Our memories, our families, and our friends.
We have been blessed with the gift of life itself
With all the treasures it brings!

I thank Mom and Dad for you.
I hold a special place for you inside my aging heart.
I know that there is nothing in this world,
That could ever cause us to part.

So my aging sister,
Let me say to you.
Welcome this your birthday
And try not to be blue!

God Bless you and keep you until we meet again.  Next time you see a carrousel, hop on it and think of me for I will be thinking of you.  Every time I feel mischievous and childlike, our little girls are still inside us.  Take her out once in a while and give her a hug.  Love you Sis!

 

Becky 2/16/2000

 

Happy 68th Birthday

February 16, 2014

It is your birthday today.  I can't call you or send you flowers, but I can send you my love.  I saw a little girl about 3 years old at work the other day.  She looked just like you did at that age.  So many little things remind me of you.  When Jen and Chris went to San Francisco, I thought how much you would have enjoyed going.  Karen's baby is due any day now and I can't call you and share the news.  I miss you so much big sister!!!

Grandma's Hands

January 8, 2014

This poem was sent to Sue from Becky many years ago.  Becky asked me to add it to Sue's memorial site.


GRANDMA’S  HANDS

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking, she said in a clear strong voice. I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK, I explained to her. Have you ever looked at your hands she asked? I mean really looked at your hands. I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. Grandma smiled and related this story: Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ. I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.

one year memorial

September 13, 2013

One year ago today Sue passed away.  I think of her daily and miss talking to her about our day to day lives.  Alot has happened this past year, some good, some not so good.  Kody, Sue's grandbaby turned a year old.  Tona, Sue's 13 year old granddaughter went to live with her mother, Wendy.  Tyler, Sue's grandson is working on his GED and working at a grocery store.  Sara, Sue's granddaughter has had a rough year and is still trying to work on getting her life on the right track.  She really misses her grandma.  I think one of the bigger surprises was when Danny, Sue's son, went to Texas and picked up his Dad so he could try to take care of him in Atlanta.  Kenneth is disabled and legally blind and making things rather difficult for them right now.  I'm sure Sue is up there in heaven having a fit that she can't come down here and take control of things.  But then again, she probably feels she did what she could while she was here on earth and now it is up to us to take over and do the best we can without her. I am happy knowing she is no longer suffering and where she needs to be.  Love you sis!

Candle Lighting Memorial Service

December 14, 2012

Hey Sue,

Mom and Larry and I lit a candle for you tonight at a Memorial Service for those who have lost a loved one this past year.  We were invited to participate in making an ornament in honor of our loved one and hang it on their tree and once the service was over we got to bring the ornament home to hang on our tree for Christmas.  There were many people there, and we all shared something in common in the fact that we were all missing a loved one this Christmas.  I know you are no longer suffering, but I just can't seem to get rid of this hole in my heart.  Missing you!

Your Baby Sister,

Donna 

My First Christmas In Heaven

December 7, 2012

I was thinking of Sue today and feeling blue.  A friend of mine from work posted this on Facebook and I really felt like Sue was giving me a talking to, as big sister's tend to do. Thanks Jennifer for lifting my spirits and giving me a reminder that Sue is celebrating the Lord's Birthday in the best place possible!  I can't promise to not shed any more tears, but they are more for my own selfish reasons of missing you, Suzie.  I truly am happy you are in a better place.  I love you!  Merry Christmas!

MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
with tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectular, please wipe away that tear,
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
for it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me.  I see the pain inside your heart,
but I am not so far away.  We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones.  You know I hold you dear,
and be glad I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift, from my Heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory of my undying love.
After all "Love" is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
for I can't count the blessing or love He has prepared for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,
Remember, I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

Author Unknown

California Dreamin

November 22, 2012

Sue loved California, San Francisco and the ocean.  Everytime Sue came to California to visit, whether I was living in San Jose or Pioneer, we had to make a trip to the ocean.  Sometimes it was to the Monterey/Santa Cruz area, but most often it was to the San Francisco area.  She loved the cable cars, Fisherman's Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge.  The last trip we took with Sue was Floyd's first trip to San Francisco and she wanted to make sure he got the whole tour.  I had it timed out just right so we could hop on the cable car to Union Square and catch the F Line Trolley back to Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf in time to have Floyd run over to the hotel to pick up a fresh bottle of oxygen!  We had a great time and I will never forget Floyd's face going over his first San Francisco hill!  Sue knew that for the past four years Larry and I have gotten our kids together and rented a beach house for 3-4 days as a Christmas gift.  When I was out there in March, I told her we were planning on going to Dillon Beach this year and I would be thinking about her.  We did go to Dillion Beach about two weeks after Sue died.  I took a bracelet of hers along with her obituary and a note explaining about her love of California and the beach and buried it high on the cliff you see in the picture overlooking the ocean.  Sue didn't want a funeral service, but it was Mom and my tribute to her and her love of California.

I Carry You In My Heart

November 8, 2012

I ran across this picture the other day and it fits so perfectly not only for Sue, but for for all my family over the years.  We have been separated by so many miles for so many years, I have always carried them in my heart.  So when I am having a bad day dealing with her loss, I know she is in there stitching up my broken heart. 

MY SISTER, MY ROCK

November 2, 2012

I gave this card to Sue during my visit with her in March/April of 2012.  It was the last time I saw her before she passed away and we were fortunate to share a lot of good heart to heart talks during that visit.  Inside the card it said "Thanks for being my rock!"  After all these years, she never really knew how much I had appreciated her being there for me, especially during our years growing up.  We went through some difficult times growing up and during those times Sue took the job of "big sis" very seriously.  Even after she moved out and had a family of her own, Becky and I always knew we had a place to stay in her home.  We called ourselves the Stimson Sisters.  I think because we moved so much we didn't have time to make friends with other kids so we formed a strong bond with each other.  We slept in the same bed and I always felt safe because I got to sleep in the middle.  I looked up to Sue as my 2nd Mom when Mom wasn't around. When I was little and even though I passed her up in size by the time I was 16, I was always her baby sister and she was always the boss!  Mom and I laugh that she is probably up there with St Peter at heaven's gate trying to tell him how to do his job!  I love you Sis and you will always be my Rock!  

Tribute to My Sister

November 2, 2012

 

TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER
2-16-1946 - 9-13-2012 

We little knew this morning
God was to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.


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