Hilda Marie Locke

Mom is missed every day, I still find myself wanting to call her to talk about the day. I would love to see her with my beautiful little grandchildren, I know they would love her. I tell them stories about their great grandmother and her endless love and show them pictures all the time. I do my best to keep her spirit flowing by sharing her stories and the Love I was given by her. I love and miss you Momma.

When in Death shall we forget the time we spent and the time we missed.
When in Death shall we forget the loved ones we hugged and kissed.
We shall never forget what Death may bring.
We shall never forget that the Morning Dove always sings.

Ray and Family,
We were very sorry to hear about your Mother's passing. We know how much you cared for her and how important it was for you to take care of her. Throughout our lives we witness the passing of friends and other relatives, but losing your Mother is a special loss. She is the one who bore you, loved you and cared for you when you were young and helpless. And that, I believe, is the first and most basic knowledge we gain, and is a part of us all our lives. You were blessed to...

Ray, Becky & Family.....Sorry to hear of your loss, but know she is in a better place now, and will always be watching over her family...
I only recently met her, but she was a sweetheart and a spunky lady for her age...ya just had to love her...
She will be missed by all....
Liz, Dylan & Selina

Ray and family,
I was so sorry to hear about your mother's death on Tuesday. She's in a much better place now. You're in my prayers. Just think of all the memories you all have and that now you have a special Angel to watch over you. Take care!
Joanne (Staybridge)

Ray, Becky, and Betty:May your Mom now rest in peace. We will all miss her

I found this poem and thought of Mom...
My loves are simple things, the diamond dewdrops on the vine, The honey suckle by the well, these loves are mine. The little heifer in the stall with lovely wandering eyes looks about her tiny world and nibbles at her ties.
My loves are little things that grow and creep and sing. But I could never measure the contentment that they bring.And than my loves are quiet things, they sometimes sleep all day, For it's in the evening that crickets sing...

My Deepest prayers to Becky and Ray, and to the Locke Family, May the Lord Bless you and keep you safe..

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.