Rhonda Roth Obituary

A Mother's Love

A Mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well,she's the breath in the air on a cold winters day. She's the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow,she is your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A Mother shows every emotion....happiness,sadness,fear,jealousy,love,hate,anger,helplessness,excitement,joy,sorrow...and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from,your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love,your first friend, even your first enemy,but nothing on earth can seperate you. Not time, not space.....not even death!

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Our family adored Rhonda and all that she represented in life. She is now with the Lord resting in Peace until we meet again.
Aunt Nana we loved you and you will be missed. But remembered fondly for all the love you gave our family.

Karl,Jabee,Paige,Jakara,Kyle Downes
(Nanette & Christian Lane)

In light of all the good things that have been said on Rhonda's behalf by the people that love Her, what more can one say without a cliche?

She has touched all of our lives in Her special way and we are all better people for having known Her (:-)~

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.

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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