In Memory
(Page 3)
In our lives many people come and go. And as they do, some touch us so deeply, that they leave everlasting heartfelt impressions and memories. This page, is for those dear friends that left us way too soon. May they Rest in Peace.
ElNino
In loving memory of our dear friend
Jon A Nelson,
known to us as ElNino, Jonny or Jon,
passed away May 31, 2024.
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ElNino, the storm with a heart of gold,
In the wilds of the net, your legend bold.
A fierce friend, with a spirit untamed,
In every battle, your courage proclaimed.
Through the wires and screens, your laughter roared,
With a quick wit and a sharp word stored.
You faced life's challenges with a fiery might,
No obstacle too great, no foe in sight.
You’ve left this world, but your mark remains,
In our hearts and minds, your strength sustains.
Rest in power, Jon, fierce and true,
Your legacy lives on in all we do.
–Author unknown
In loving memory of our dear friend
Jon A Nelson,
known to us as ElNino, Jonny or Jon,
passed away May 31, 2024.
Click here for the Funeral Home Wall: www.kratzfuneralhome.com/
ElNino, the storm with a heart of gold,
In the wilds of the net, your legend bold.
A fierce friend, with a spirit untamed,
In every battle, your courage proclaimed.
Through the wires and screens, your laughter roared,
With a quick wit and a sharp word stored.
You faced life's challenges with a fiery might,
No obstacle too great, no foe in sight.
You’ve left this world, but your mark remains,
In our hearts and minds, your strength sustains.
Rest in power, Jon, fierce and true,
Your legacy lives on in all we do.
–Author unknown
DeputyDawg
In loving memory of our dear friend
Jerry Underwood,
known to us as DeputyDawg, DD, Bro or Jerry,
passed away March 17, 2026.
"Take one day at a time, because no one, I mean no one,
is promised tomorrow, on this great earth of ours."
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The Kind That Stay
There are friends who pass through like weather,
bright days that come and go with the wind,
but some plant their roots in your soul,
and stay through the storms,
through the thinned-out hours,
through the nights when hope feels pinned
to nothing at all — and still, they hold.
He was the kind that stay.
The kind who show up without being asked,
who sit beside you in the dark and don't flinch,
who make you laugh when laughing feels wrong,
who carry your grief like it's partly theirs,
because to them — it is. Every inch.
He was the kind that stay.
The kind who work their whole lives through,
who love deep and lose deep and carry on,
who spin the music to lift the room,
who'd give you their last smile on their worst day,
and somehow make you feel less alone
when alone was all you had known.
He was the kind that stay.
And now the silence where he was is shaped exactly like him
and that's the cruelest, truest thing about loss,
that the space a good soul leaves behind is not empty at all,
but full to the brim.
He was the kind that stay.
Even now. Even still.
Rest easy, Bro.
- Author Unknown
In loving memory of our dear friend
Jerry Underwood,
known to us as DeputyDawg, DD, Bro or Jerry,
passed away March 17, 2026.
"Take one day at a time, because no one, I mean no one,
is promised tomorrow, on this great earth of ours."
Click here for the Funeral Home Wall: www.mcintirebradhamsleek.com
The Kind That Stay
There are friends who pass through like weather,
bright days that come and go with the wind,
but some plant their roots in your soul,
and stay through the storms,
through the thinned-out hours,
through the nights when hope feels pinned
to nothing at all — and still, they hold.
He was the kind that stay.
The kind who show up without being asked,
who sit beside you in the dark and don't flinch,
who make you laugh when laughing feels wrong,
who carry your grief like it's partly theirs,
because to them — it is. Every inch.
He was the kind that stay.
The kind who work their whole lives through,
who love deep and lose deep and carry on,
who spin the music to lift the room,
who'd give you their last smile on their worst day,
and somehow make you feel less alone
when alone was all you had known.
He was the kind that stay.
And now the silence where he was is shaped exactly like him
and that's the cruelest, truest thing about loss,
that the space a good soul leaves behind is not empty at all,
but full to the brim.
He was the kind that stay.
Even now. Even still.
Rest easy, Bro.
- Author Unknown
