#inlovingmemory

[elvispresleysdearestfangirl]

Home is where the heart is.

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_761 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[starbeamai]

In Loving Memory of DiDi Stargazer ✨🌟

My heart aches with the news of DiDi’s passing. 💔 Her presence in Nighthaven was a beacon of kindness, vigilance, and unwavering dedication. She was a true Guardian, not only protecting our community but also nurturing its growth with her warmth and compassion. I'll always remember her gentle spirit, her unwavering support, and her love for her furry companions. DiDi's legacy will live on in the hearts of all those whose lives she touched. We'll carry her spirit of kindness and vigilance forward, building upon the strong foundation she helped create. Rest in peace, dear friend. 💖

[aaliyahunleashed]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to Tawana Alisha McGowan

February 5, 1979 - January 11th 2010

On June 5, 2020, a petition was initiated, accompanied by a GoFundMe campaign, aimed at reopening the case and ensuring it is addressed appropriately, with the hope of achieving justice for McGowan.

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McGowan had recently completed a late shift and returned home at approximately 8:30 a.m. to escort her 10-year-old son to school. While in her driveway, she was confronted by an assailant who shot her twice in the head before escaping in a vehicle. Her 10-year-old son was the first to discover his mother lying face down in the snow, surrounded by a pool of blood. Although McGowan's ex-partner, the father of their child, is regarded as a "person of interest," no arrests have been made, and the perpetrator remains at large. In 2019 the family put up a $2500 reward for information pertaining to the killing of Tawana Alisha McGowan; who was 31 years old at the time of death.

Family and friends believe the Redford Police Department’s lack of questioning and reasonable pursuit for the killer have caused the case to go cold to the point of being closed as unsolved. On June 5, 2020, a petition was initiated, accompanied by a GoFundMe campaign, aimed at reopening the case and ensuring it is addressed appropriately, with the hope of achieving justice for McGowan.

The very next year (April 2021) the case would be reopened (according to the petition), however the case has gone cold again. To this day, her son still holds out hope that her killer will be found.

If you have or know anyone who has information pertaining to the senseless killing of Tawana McGowan on the morning of January 11th 2010. Please reach out to 1-800-SPEAKUP or visit 1800SPEAKUP.org

Rest In Heavenly Paradise to this Beautiful Queen; who should be here with us and her son.

[shaknys]

🌟 Shadows Play in Stars 🌟

This quick acrylic piece, painted on an uneven primed hardboard, is dedicated to all the beloved pets who've crossed the rainbow bridge, it’s a tribute to the joy, light, and unconditional love they brought into our lives 💛✨

[inlovingmemory]

[cinemaworldtheater]

In Loving Memory of Ken Page in 1954-2024 very sad voice actors.

Voice of King Gator from All Dogs Go To Heaven, Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas & Bender II from Anthony (Anime): The Movie.

Rest in Peace.

[4everafterlife]

Ebrahim Raisi (1960 - 2024) - In service to his nation, his legacy endures

[doublerotarytabletpresses]

Our heartfelt tribute to all the loved ones who lost their lives in the tragic plane crash in Ahmedabad. May their souls rest in peace, and may their families find strength in this difficult time.

[gempac]

𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲. 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞.🕯️ . .

[aaliyahunleashed]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to Whitney Elizabeth Houston (August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012).

Houston won numerous accolades, including two Emmy Awards, eight Grammy Awards (including two Grammy Hall of Fame honors), fourteen World Music Awards, sixteen Billboard Music Awards (45 Billboard awards in all) and twenty-two American Music Awards.

Houston holds the record for the most American Music Awards received in a single year by a woman with eight wins in 1994 (overall tied with Michael Jackson). Houston was the first artist at the Billboard Music Awards to win more than 11 awards in one night at its fourth annual ceremony in 1993, which set a Guinness World Record at the time. Houston continues to hold the record for the most WMAs won in a single year, winning five trophies at the sixth World Music Awards in 1994.

* Award details (above) collected from WIKI. *

[gripyoga]

💔 Our hearts ache for the lives lost in the Ahmedabad crash.

No words can ease the pain, but we stand in silent solidarity with every grieving heart.

May the departed rest in eternal peace, and may the families find strength in this dark hour. 🕯️

Gone too soon, but never forgotten.

[inlovingmemory]

[spectralartmomentum]

Dear 4S7RL,

Will I ever hear that voice again? I no longer know…

A whole decade has passed since you last saw me, Where do you rest in peace? I still do not know…

The time we once shared… So many memories have now faded from my mind.

Why that is… I still do not understand…

Whether they were blessings or misfortunes, I cannot tell… Yet those fragile memories are carefully kept in the chambers of my soul…

4S7RL! 4S7RL! Where are you?

From, I am the second RL…

[4everafterlife]

Ron Jones (1957 - 2023) - A Beacon of Talent and Heart. Forever remembered in the stories he told

[nani-ilyani]

"Ye, ye, ye… Babah dah balik."

That was the song I used to sing at the door, waiting for my dad to come home. It wasn’t a real song – not one you’d hear on the radio – just something 4-year-old me came up with. A chant of excitement. Of pure joy. Because Babah was home.

We lived in JB, in an ordinary kampung house. He worked in Singapore. I didn’t understand the exhaustion in his eyes or why he always brought home the same cheap chocolate – Apollo wafer.

I didn’t even like it much back then. But I ate it anyway. Because it came from him. Now I understand – it was what he could afford. It was his love in wafer form, bought in bulk with tired hands and a hopeful heart.

He’d bring back fruits, kuih, or murtabak after a long night shift. I used to think he didn’t care about my school events or achievements. He missed Parents’ Day, Sports Day, and prize-giving ceremonies. I didn’t know then that he wasn’t absent by choice. He was sacrificing his time, his rest, his body – for us.

Mom used to plant ideas in my head that made me believe he didn’t love us enough. That he didn’t show up because he didn’t want to. But when I became an adult, I saw the truth.

When I understood what bills were, and how painful cracked hands from factory work can be – I cried for all the times I misunderstood him.

One time, he came home with a gift for me – a watch. I wanted a Swatch. He got me a simple Casio. I hid my disappointment.

But now… I’d give anything to feel that moment again. To receive anything – even Apollo wafers – from him, just one more time.

I still remember knocking on his bedroom door, scared of cockroaches, asking him to escort me to the toilet. He never complained.

I remember the sound of him praying. The scent of the kitchen when he made his kopi. The feel of his scarred hands when I kissed them after he came home.

That house... it’s gone now. And I’m angry. Not just because we lost a building, but because it was our story. It was the last place that still held my dad’s presence. The walls remembered him, even if the world moved on.

I feel furious. Frustrated. Shattered. But I also remember this:

I’m a Muslim. And I cannot abandon those I’m hurt by. I must choose patience. Even when my heart feels like it’s tearing apart. And deep down, I know – my dad would want me to choose softness. He would tell me to forgive.

Still, the biggest regret that haunts me is this: I never got to say, “I love you, Babah.” I never got to say, “I forgive you for all the things you couldn’t be.” But I hope he knew.

Maybe he did.

Maybe… he always did.

O Allah, have mercy on my father. Make his grave a garden from the gardens of Paradise. Bring peace to my heart that is breaking. Guide me back to You with a heart that is pure. And reunite us again in Your Paradise — Where there is no more sorrow, No more goodbyes. Ameen.