All Obituaries

If You Could See Me Now If you could see me now, you wouldn't shed a tear. Though you may not understand why I'm no longer here. Remember my spirit, that's the real me. I'm still very much alive, oh, if you could only see! I've beheld our Father's face. I've touched my Savior's hand. The angels all rejoiced as I entered the Promised Land. Beyond the gates of pearl, I walk on golden streets. I've touched the walls of jasper, dipped my foot in the crystal...

Shirley A Simmons-Lovings (60) passed away on June 23, 2020. Her love for the lord was evident in the life she led; she was a humble kind-hearted soul who will be forever missed. She was born and raised in Elgin, Texas and attended school there before moving to Seattle, Washington. She graduated from Ingraham High School class of 1978. Shirley attended Griffin Business College and received certificates for Accounting and Medical Receptionist. She worked for...

Raythel Demetrius Thompson Sr.  Sunrise- July 17,1968 Sunset- June 10, 2020     What rejoicing there must have been in Heaven when on Wednesday, June 10, 2020, Raythel Thompson Sr. made his safe flight from Earth to Heaven. "Pepper aka Ray" as he was affectionately known by close family and friends, was born on July 17, 1968, to Alfred Thompson Jr. and Frances Thompson-Cannon, In Pineville, Louisiana. He was baptized December 22, 1977 at Beacon Hill First...

Broken Chain We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly,in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories,your love is still our guide, and though we cannot see you,you are always by our side. Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

John was born October 18, 1957, in Seattle, Wa to parents Ioma Grace and Lionel Monroe. John departed this life Tuesday May 26, 2020 He was proceeded in death by hi mother, Ioma Grace, brother, Leon Grace, sister Viola Johnson, son John W. MonroeII John graduated from Garfield High School and went on to work for Seattle Metro Transit, where he retired after 20 plus years. He leaves to share his memories, father, Lionel Monroe, daughters, Sharika Simpson, Anika Gardner, son, Earl Monroe 11...

Betty Sneed was born Betty Jean Johnson on May 7th, 1923 in Okmulgee, Oklahoma to Forrest Johnson and Catherine Evans. She is the eldest of six siblings and was thirteen when the next sibling was born. She was a great help to her mother, who always had a business going, and therefore not a lot of time to do domestic chores. Betty often lamented how she had to come directly home from high school to a bathtub full of diapers that had to be washed by hand.  She got a job right out of high...

On Tuesday morning, Kathleen A. Keegan decided it was time for her earthly journey to come to an end, and she let go of this life peacefully with a doctor she knew by her side, and tender nurses who stroked her head and held her hand as she drifted away. Kathie was a beautiful human, a loyal friend to many, an aunt, a big sister, a loving and proud mama, and her most prized role, a Gigi to her grandsons Kairo and Zeidyn. She was known by many names: Kathie, Kath, Keegan, Special K, Mama...

PLEASE JOIN US ONLINE FOR OUR CELEBRATION OF LIFE SERVCE  SATURDAY JUNE 6, 2020 AT 12NOON SEE LINK BELOW One night I dreamed I was walking Along the beach with the Lord, Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints. Other times there was only one. This bothered me because I noticed During the low periods of my life when I was Suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one...

These are my footprints These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.  These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all. Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.  These tiny footprints were meant for other things. You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain. You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance. I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a...