Raymond Haff

Ray, we have been friends for 10 years and I cannot beleive that you are gone. I miss hanging out with you, or meeting up with you at a bike run or even seeing you with your white helmet riding down the road with your bike or even riding with you. You will be missed terribly. You will forever be in my heart.
Love ya crazy ray

Jinny

To Ray's family and friends,
I will always remember Ray as a happy vibrant teenager, who seemed to enjoy himself so much that everyone around him was touched by his energy. How many layers of us were piled into one car when the Halfs and the Barnetts would make their way to Jone's beach or Hempstead State Park? It was great to have known you. Your Cousin, Joe..

We will miss you always. We will always remember the story about the spitball fights at breakfast and hitting people at other tables.Though I am very sad that you left so soon, I know that you are ok because you are with Aunt Nancy. Rest in peace. Enjoy your rides in heaven. We will meet you again one day. We love you great uncle ray.

You will be missed so much uncle Ray
I will never get rid of the straight pipes you gave me for my bike, they will be re-cromed and on my bike forever, so you will always be riding with me and protecting me. Love your niece KellyAnn

Uncle Ray,

We will miss you very much! Especially your great nephew & nieces who loved having breakfast with you and your brother Lanny on Sunday's. Ray it was a great pleasure and honor knowing you and given the privilege of calling you MY UNCLE!!!

Watch over Jess & the kid’s for me and god bless you "UNCLE RAY" WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!

Sergio, Jessica, Katelyn, Alexis, & Christian

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 Frye

In Loving Memory of my uncle. Are memories with you will always be in our hearts and mind. There is nothing more special than memories. We will love and miss you always. You will always be the angel by our sides every step we take.