| Location | Brewton Alabama |
| Age | 61 years |
| Date of Birth | 6/1946 |
| Date of Death | 2007 |
| Visitors | 2,857 since 16/03/2007 |
| Creator |
David Lynn Ripple, 60
6/18/46 to 1/14/07
Brewton, Alabama
On 1/13/07 I drove past Daddy's house. I wasn't gonna stop because I was in a hurry and he was hard to get away from. As I drove by I noticed that he was sitting on his front porch. I had to turn around and go back. I decided to make time for Daddy. I sat on his porch with him and visited for two hours. It was such a good visit. We played songs and sang along together. We talked about all kinds of things, including some food items that he was running out of. This was a saturday and I was going to have money on thursday. As I was leaving I told him that I would be back thursday to take him to get some groceries. My last words to him were,"See ya thursday".
The next day I was at home (7 miles from my dad's house) painting the kitchen. I had been happy and energetic all day. All of a sudden I got cranky and blue, for no reason. I was even thinking to myself,"What's wrong with me?" Then there was a knock on the door. It was a woman who I know, but has never came to my house. She's a sister to my dad's neighbor. I said,"Hey, what are you doing out here?" She looked serious and ask where Pat was (he's my fiance). She said, "I gotta tell you something but I want him to be in here with you". I got him in there with me and she said,"They found your dad on his porch." My thoughts were, "And? Tell me something. Is he okay? Is he hurt? Is he dead?" Then I ask the question,"Is he dead?" She either didn't know for sure or didn't want to tell me. I didn't really get an answer. Pat and I took off flying to go to Daddy's house, and met my daughter on the hiway, headed to my house. At that point, I knew. I said,"He's dead. Here comes Crystal to tell me". We pulled over along the road and she turned around and pulled up behind us. She got out of her car and she was crying. She walked straight to me and started hugging me. I said,"Is he dead?" She said,"Yeah".
He was on his back and his head was hanging off the porch into a bush. A sharp branch of the bush was stuck into his head. I guess he must have fell. We still don't really know what happened. I just can't hardly believe it.
I lost my mom in 1994(age 47) and my brother in 2005(age 34). Now Daddy's gone too. I have one more brother and a sister. I have one adult child and her 3 kids. I have an aunt and uncle and some cousins. All my grandparents are also gone. Grandpa was only 54 when he died. It seems like everybody in my family is dying, and none of them are old enough.
Well, I'll have to work on this some more later. This is really starting to get me down.
u are missed every day. your hat is hanging on the bedroom wall and always will be no matter where i live.
IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!
Happy birthday Daddy. Wish you were here so I could tease you about being old, ha ha. But I feel ya. I know you're around me all the time. Love you and we all miss you.
I have not turned my back on you
So there’s no need to cry.
I’m watching you from Heaven,
Just beyond the morning sky.
I’ve seen you almost fall apart,
When you could barely stand.
I asked the Lord to comfort you,
And watched him take your hand.
He told me you were in more pain
Than I could ever be.
He wiped his eyes and swallowed hard,
Then gave your hand to me.
Although you may not feel my touch,
Or see me by your side,
I’ve whispered that I loved you,
While I wiped each tear you’ve cried.
So please try not to ache for me,
We’ll meet again one day.
Beyond the dark and stormy sky,
A rainbow lights the way.
--Author Unknown
Living Bouquets
When I quit this mortal shore
And mosey 'round this earth no more,
Do not weep and do not sob;
I may have found a better job.
Don't go and buy a large bouquet
For which you'll find it hard to pay,
Don't mope around and feel all blue;
I may be better off than you.
Don't tell the folks I was a saint
Or any old thing that I ain't.
If you have jam like that to spread,
Please hand it out before I'm dead.
If you have roses bless your soul,
Just pin one in my buttonhole
While I'm alive and well today;
Don't wait until I'm gone away.
Anonymous
Poem For Daddy
Here's the poem I wrote for Daddy...
There's a candle on the coffee table
I light it in memory of you
I stare at your picture and think of the good times
And try to pretend it's not true
Your hats are still hanging on the wall
Your slippers and nick nacks and things
They're all where you left them, but still one thing's missing
It's you, and it just seems so strange
To walk in the front door and not see you there
You're not in the kitchen, you're not anywhere
We can't sit and visit, we can't have a beer
All I can do now is deal with these tears
They roll down my cheek and I try not to show
Like you, I don't want anybody to know
I dry off my face and try to act strong
I don't want Baily to know something's wrong
She's still so little, you know how it is
If you're sad just act happy in front of the kids
But I can't act happy, I can't act okay
I miss you too much day after day
What should I do now, why are you gone
We don't know what happened, we don't know what went wrong
Just like Mamma and Stephen, it wasn't time yet
One thing that I promise I'll never forget
You was a good dad, you sure loved your kids
I think that my favorite thing that you did
Was coach in our ball games, we all had such fun
And it didn't matter if we lost or won
We were winners 'cause our dad was there
He cheered us on and we knew that he cared
We went camping and fishing and even garage sales
We mowed lawns, raked leaves and hammered some nails
One time you and I even won a contest
Of everyone there our dance was the best
But now it seems like I'm dancing alone
I sway to the music of a slow, sad tone
Just get through each day now that's all I can do
And one day I'll dance there
With Stephen, Mamma and you
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