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Eddy Rodriguez:
"Unbelievable what that poor girl went through my condolence to the family it absolutely incredible what devastated me for such a strong girl to be 4 days in the wilderness could have got ate alive by animals in the cold to survive and eventually die going to see her grandma God Rest her soul in peace she deserved better in this here life and a good man and kids and family rest in peace amen"
Kathy Pinna:
Esther is buried in Riverside National Cemetery because of the service of her husband, Francis, who served in the United States Navy during World War II, the Korean Conflict, and the Vietnam War.
His service record was as follows:
Branch of service: Us Navy
Rank attained: HMCS
Wars/Conflicts: World War II, Korea, Vietnam
Brittany Harp:
My first love - We were just kids, really—young, unformed, and trying to figure out who we were. He was caught up in basketball, hanging out with his friends, and staying close to his mom, who lived right next door. I, on the other hand, was chasing something deeper, something more. But instead of finding it within myself, I searched for it in him. That pressure—on both of us—slowly made me insecure, and I unfairly put a lot of blame on him for things I didn’t yet understand about myself.
After we broke up, I didn’t know how to handle the pain of rejection. I lashed out. Even then, he still showed me a quiet kind of support, in his own way. A week before he was murdered, he called me late at night, crying. If you knew Matt, you know how rare that was. He always wore a half-smile and could turn any moment into a laugh. I can’t even recall a time he was truly angry.
That night, his voice cracked as he told me he had done something awful. I thought maybe he’d been drinking. I tried to get him to open up, but all he said was, “They’re going to come for me.” He never told me what he meant. The next day, we went out to eat like nothing had happened. He smiled, laughed—acted like the call never happened. I still think about that day. Could I have done something? Could I have saved him?
A week later, Matt was shot and killed on the front porch of the home we once shared. The truth came out later—he had fired a shot at John’s house, and John retaliated. But anyone who knew Matt knows he wasn’t that kind of person. He was pushed into it. John had stolen from him, and Matt’s own friends had started calling him soft. But I was there. I saw it all. Matt wasn’t a vengeful person. When people hurt him, he usually just cut them off.
But this time was different. He was surrounded by people who fed into the worst parts of the situation. He got pulled into a mess that was never truly his. And no matter what anyone said, I don’t think he saw a way out.
After his death, the pain didn’t stop. People seem to forget, but Matt’s mother later died by suicide, and his stepfather overdosed not long after. His uncle Ronney was never the same. And me? I was left terrified and broken, carrying the weight of a loss I never really got to process.
Matt had such a bright soul—gone far too soon. I just wish I had one more day. Just one more moment for him to meet my son… and see the family that still carries a piece of him. Love you Matt!! Brittany Harp
Shelley Cardiel:
updated the profile photo of Adelia Large to Adelia Eva Cornell Large.
James Farr:
Renee Irmini was my grandmother my name is James Farr but my grandmother always called me Jamie she had beautiful red long hair and she had a license in numerology and a license and astrology and before she passed away she became a psychiatric technician atascadero State hospital she never gave up and always had a smile on her face was always the life of the crowd and always happy you couldn't tell when she was sad and I loved her very much and miss her too.
Colleen Stanley:
Bob was my dad. I only had a handful of years with him toward the end, but it was enough to know that he loved my younger brother and me. Hopefully he knew that we loved him, too. I know from all of the stories that have been told to me over the years that he was an avid fan of the Detroit Tigers who also enjoyed watching college basketball, participating in our church’s bowling league, and making what would today be called “dad” jokes. His love for family and friends was also boundless. Whether it was a sibling, in-law, someone for church, etc., he was the first one who would come up with a plan to meet any needs that arose - anything from donating cases of baby food to our pastor after an accident to sneaking full-sized replacement appliances into the homes of both my mother’s sister and his own. My goal is to carry on the best parts of my father’s legacy and honor his memory with my life.
Tammy Kerwood:
Time with Tom and Myrtle Tyvand - Tom was married to Myrtle King Tyvand. They had 2 sons, Thomas H. Tyvand Sr. and Courtney Tyvand. I went to school with Tom Jr. I made many trips to their home. I enjoyed joining them for dinner, gardening, wine tasting. Tom was an avid maker of wine. I recall him making grape, red and white, cherry, strawberry and more. He was a veteran and worded for GTE when met him and Myrtlle in 1975. I boarded my horse at their 7 acre property complete with a barn. They loved animals, particularly cats. They had 2 during the 30 plus years I was in tgeir company. They kept them into old age 18 and 16 years. Myrtle was like a do all around everything from splitting wood, smoking salmon, handpainting China and a master chef. She volunteered at Friendshp House, a daycare for children and an early learning center thru kindergarten. Tom's favorite past time was hearing of her daily adventures and wine making he was a wonderful husband and father. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He and Myrtle were full of humor, kindness, intelligent and a picture of a successful marriage. I feel blessed to have been part of it. I loved them and miss them.. They were down to earth and accessible. They were unique respected, well liked and never stayed from who they were. I am better for knowing them. Tom was an outstanding role model for his sons, as was Myrtle. I'm grateful for the opportunity to share a glimpse into their lives.
Venice Sherman:
Me daddy - He taught me how to run a house and cook, and not to trust people. He was a chef in the army, and an excellent cook. My brother Ali and I spent a lot of childhood with him. He wasn’t perfect, infact he did a lot of wrong, but he did teach me a lot, and I miss him very much, I wish he could have known his grand children, and great grandchildren, there is a lot.
Rachelle Kaufman:
A wonderful mother - Gilda was my mother. She was born in Brooklyn and remained friends with her close childhood friends, Shirley, Rita, Thelma, Marlene, most of her life. She was married to my Dad, Elliott Kaufman from age 20 until she died. She had a half sister who lived in California. Her mother Jenny, moved to California to live with mom’s sister when I was a young girl. My mom never got over her abandonment issue with her mother. My mother was a beautiful woman who volunteered her time to working for the Lighthouse raising money for the blind, raising my brother and I and encouraging us to be our best. She loved dancing with my dad until lupus prevented her from doing what she enjoyed.
Leila Bensaeid:
My mother and 7 child and war in ìran va iraq and leave my father our a d go with shamsi zendehroudi bensaeid and two daughter mehrnoosh and shiva don't belong my father to maryland washington Dc USa, my dear mom god bless and thanks of all sad and cry for us 7 child ben bensaeid - The day I heard the war started, we were in Abadan. First, Khorramshahr was attacked. When we heard the news of the attack on Khorramshahr, we had no picture of the war at all and did not know what the war was. They said that Iraq has invaded. We had no idea of war in our youth. We thought it was a passing incident and it was over. Local forces repel the attacks and this will end soon. The war started on September 21 1978 and we did not know what war was until the second day of October, when the Abadan education building was bombed! After the attack on Abadan, we just understood the meaning of the war and what happened. It was the second day of October when we realized that the war was real and the war had begun. My mother did not know what to do with her 7 children.