Wayne A. Lipford

I was eight years old when my father died, and have few true memories of him- I wish I had the opportunity to get to know him and I´m glad so many other people did. Please reach out if you have any memories you´d like to share, at caralipford445@ gmail.com

Our prayers are with you.

Uncle Bill, Aunt Kathy, Michelle, Jacquline, Rachel, and those who loved Wayne;

With the passing of each minute, I wish you strength, with the passing of each hour I wish you courage, with the passing of each day, I wish you faith. My prayers are with you in your time of need and healing.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the...

Uncle Billy, Aunt Kathy, family and loved ones,

Do you wonder if the tears will ever stop? They steadily fall, unpredictably and unexpectedly. Like spring floods, these human raindrops pool into streams then seemingly flow into rivers. Like spring showers, they pop up, beat us down for a time, then just as suddenly, they dry up.
I pray that the day comes when you can smile and laugh again and the tears don’t rain upon you as they do now.

When you feel a gentle breeze, Caress...

My thoughts and prayers to Uncle Bill, Aunt Kathy, and Cousin Michelle.

As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.

May the love of friends and family carry you through your grief.