Comments on: Rita Colleen Flores

By: Bob Jr

Bob Jr — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 18:55:18 +0000

Dearest Rita,
You were always kind, sensitive and had an excellent sense of humor. I had never heard you utter an unkind word to anyone. While your passing took us by surprise, you are now at peace with God. I will always remember you with love and will cherish the memories. Your 58 years were very special to me and everyone you touched.

Rita is survived her two children Amy and Peter. her mother (Grace), father (Robert Sr. and three brothers (Robert Jr, Larry and David) along with scores of nephews and nieces. Rest in peace my love.

By: Bob Bennett says

Bob Bennett says — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 03:06:08 +0000

Your mother and I are missing you very much. I wish we had more time to spend with you. We will make up for the lost time when we join you in heaven. I will be calling for Hitoe.
Love, DAD

By: Lynn Bennett

Lynn Bennett — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:13:03 +0000

Dearest Rita,
You touched our hearts with your smile and tenderness. I pray for Amy and Peter that they may understand the love and the lessons you offered them. Your journey was a hard one and now you are at peace. May God keep you and Doug close. You will be in my heart always.

By: larry s bennett

larry s bennett — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 06:22:14 +0000

Dear sister
Where has the time gone. I baby sat you and watched you grow. Grade school, high school and adult life. Wish I could have given you more support and help in the more trying times of your life. Life in general does not seam fair at time no your gone to live with the angles. I will miss your simle and your hummor, and your will to help others. Love you sis.

By: DAVE BENNETT

DAVE BENNETT — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 21:33:10 +0000

In Loving memory my Sister Rita

Trying to let go of these memories of sorrows
which are trapped inside of me,
where I feel alone, no one sees me crying.
I close my eyes and I see my dreams,
Dreams of tomorrow, the way I want things to be.
Angel, keep watch over me.
The memories keep control of me,
The bad storms and cold weather rain
which fall from the heavens.
Angel, wash away these memories which are inside me.
I want to cry, I want to cry,
Tears from heaven falling from my eyes,
Wash away the pain which keeps control of me.
Angel, sing, sing the song
which will bring the dreams of tomorrow,
Of sunshine, not of rain,
Letting go of the memories
Which trap my sorrows inside of me.