August 18, 1925 – September 27, 2007

In loving memory of our friend and neighbor, a talented story teller who could keep us amused for hours. As a member of many community organizations, lay-pastor, poet, writer, dog lover and loyal friend, she is greatly missed for the love and joy she brought to so many lives.

We can no longer see you with our eyes,

but we will feel you in our hearts forever.

Sometimes you never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.

Your loving family

MARY S. WELCH

October 21, 1930 – January 30, 2009

In loving memory of our mother and grandmother who passed away thirteen years ago.

We will always remember the happiness you brought to our lives.

Mike, Sarah, and Terry, Jane and Nick,

Jenna and Sean, Brian, Luke, Jake and Molly

BLANCHE NAFFZIGER

In Loving Memory of our dear mother, Blanche Naffziger, who passed away January 7, 1999, 23 years ago. 

It’s been twenty three years since you went away, 

but deep in our hearts it seems like yesterday. 

God wanted you in Heaven, 

so He came and took you home. 

You now walk the streets of gold

and see where Angels roam. 

I miss you so much Mom, but I will see you again.

Sadly missed by

Children and Grandchildren

Roger Allen

June 20, 1928 – January 5, 2013

January 5^th, 2013 is the day on my calendar that is always sad. It was the day that I said good-bye to my father as he passed from this world. No more hugs, can’t pick up the phone and hear his always cheerful voice. He founded The Rockford Squire and then in 1988, The Cedar Springs Post. I took over operations of The Post in 1989.

It was hard. I, along with my mother, worked very long hours, putting out a newspaper every week. When I was having a bad day and feeling overwhelmed, I would pick up the phone call my dad. He would always be there and had a way of making it o.k. He was a great dad and when his time was nearly over, I had the chance to tell him that he was “…the greatest dad in the world.” He smiled. I cried. Miss you dad. Miss your slightly off sense of humor, your weekly column, your advice, your love, and especially your hugs. 

Your daughter

Lois Allen

Richard M. Reed Sr.

October 9, 1933-January 4, 2004

Not how did he die, but how did he live?

Not what did he gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth

Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?

But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,

But how many were sorry when he passed away?

We love and miss you!

Steve and Judy Reed and family

In Loving Memory of 

BRISON RICKER

January 4, 2001 – December 23, 2017

In loving memory of our beloved Grandson who passed away four years ago.

Forever loved and missed. Gone from us, but never forgotten.

Love,

Grandma and Grandpa GB

In Loving Memory of my wonderful dad, who passed away on December 18, 2005, 16 years ago. I remember that day so well. Colon cancer had ravaged his body, but not his spirit. His warm brown eyes twinkled even in the last hours of his life. He was a giving, hard-working man, who never said “no” to anyone. There was a strong bond between us – when we took care of my sick mom, to the times we stayed up late talking. We took long rides together and we just never stopped talking! I love and miss him so very much. Please, in honor and memory of my beloved dad, don’t put off getting a colonoscopy.

Love you, my Papa Smurf.

Rara

December 9, 1955 – November 22, 2012

Life goes on and years go by

precious memories never die

No longer hear our lives to share

in our hearts you’re always there

In loving memory,

Sharon, Heather and Lindsay

In loving memory of my best friend, Barb Van Houten, who passed away on November 5, 2009.

I see beautiful flowers and I think of you. I see a hummingbird and I think of you. I see a Walmart, a thrift shop, a dollar store and I think of you. I see friends chatting and I think of us. I will always treasure our special friendship.

Love you, my Barbarino.

Robin