Stephen L. Rice Jr.

I just learned of your passing. Although we lost touch over the years, I always recalled our friendship as meaningfull time in my life.

My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family.

Stevie:
Another, minute, hour, day and month goes buy without you. "How sad". I think of you often and realize that you are in God's care and we are still here on this earth without you. It is still unbelievable that you are gone. I know how your mother must feel loosing such a wonderful son, I feel that I lost one too, the one I never had. Your laughter and joy for life will always be in my mind and heart. I am lost for words. I miss you so. (*I feel your presence every...

Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.

I am heart sick and in shock. How could something this huge get by me for so-so long. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own lives we unwittingly let too much time pass between friends and our kinship with them. Losing Stevie has tragically reminded me, every moment really counts. This is a major loss, that like many others have said, will leave a huge hole in me for a very long time. Over the last 10+ years many months would pass between our visits, but it only took seconds to catch back...

Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.

I Love you my kind friend. Everyday that you have been gone we try to understand. Questions we keep asking our self’s, Why now Father would you take our dear friend, brother and a father him self? My faith has been ANCHORED in the passing of Stevie. Anyone that knew Stevie knew that he was a Warrior a Fighter a Champion of GOD. Look at Stveie’s life work look at what he did day in and day out. I know for a fact and to be a strong truth that STEVE RICE was called back to the Father to take...

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

No bond is as great as that between a parent and child. Our deepest condolences are with you as you grieve.