In Loving Memory of Radomir "Rade" Ciric May 15, 1964 - November 14, 1997 Rade's full name is Radomir Ciric, in America they called him Roddy. Rade's birthday is May 15, 1964... and he left us on November 14, 1997 Cry no tears for me, for the wings of faith and hope and love have brought me to a land where sunsets are forever and the days never end, where no good thing, thought or feeling is wasted. Where hurt and sorrow are but a memory, and love reigns supreme. Where every moment we touch the face of God. Be not Afraid: For I am not gone, but only flying beyond where the eyes can see. I will come to you on the wings of dreams and memory and in the days of sadness allow the good we shared to be the Wind beneath your Wings. Be not Afraid. To use those wings for this lift is a gift to be used well, trees to climb, challenges to meet, fish to catch, jokes to tell, and most important... Love to give and share. When your wings are strong enough - I'll meet you in the sky, and we'll ride the high winds of our Saviour's love forever. ~ Author Unknown     I am going to tell you our sad story. In the year of 1971 we were a young couple with a little child Rade and big will to work and succeed so we came to America. My father-in-law brought us there. We started our new life. Rade went to school. Mile had work and I would be at home or some part time job. We were one happy family. After we had been there for five years, then we came back to our country, to Serbia. Until that time, we built the house in Belgrade, the capitol of former Yugoslavia. We found the job and life start to go on, some time good, some time bad. But everything went off in the year 1985 when Rade got sick and they found his brain tumor. They told us the tumor is called by the name medulloblastoma. On 7/19/1985 Rade was operated on for the tumor. That was an awful thing. At that time I told myself, I am going to kill myself if something happens to my Rade. After the operation Rade got radiation and chemotherapy, and for some time recovered without any consequences. Only he lost his hair which never recovered enough. Rade was unhappy for that, he loved long hair and rock music, but he never never talked about his sickness and how he felt. He was one strong young man. He never ever complained. After some time he started to live as a normal man. He started going out, meeting friends and everything was fine. Rade started to think about going to America for good, but he met his girl Marijana, and they decided to marry. That happened on June 2, 1990. They started to work and then had two boys, Rastko in 1991 and Strahinja in 1993. Everything was good and we all lived in our house like happy family, which we were. And then Rade flew to America on the March 22, 1995. After six months, Maja and the kids went too. Mile and I accepted that for their happiness. These are two beautiful gifts from my dear friend Carol, mom to Angel Michael. Donna and Mile, I'm honoring and remembering your most beloved son and My heart is suffering along with yours in remembrance of your Rade May he rest well with the Lord until you are reunited again With love to you both my dear friends Ann, Laurasmom Angel Rade ~ Forever loved ~ Never to be forgotten In Loving Memory of Laura Ann Kimble Two years passed, and Rade come to visit us. That was on 9/25/1997, and he stayed until 10/13/1997 when he returned to his family. Pretty soon Maja called us and said Rade is no good, that we must come. We got there on 10/31/1997. Rade was at home and nobody could predict that horrible thing was going to happen. In short, he was hospitalized on November 2, 1997 and went into a coma on November 4, 1997 and never got back to consciousness. He left us on 11/14/97. Since that day I live, I do not know why and how. That is my golgota. When that happened we took Rade's body to Serbia and buried him in Belgrade. Can you imagine how hard was for us to do all this with our emotions and administration by the way? But we did it, and what is next? Next is going to be an empty life with no tomorrow. Every day since, I ask mysalf how could I be alive and what holds me in this world. I think you understand me. Love Donna RADESMOM How can I tell you what is in my heart? How can I measure each and every part? How can I tell you how much I love you? How can I measure just how much I do? How much do I love you? I tell you no lies How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? How many times a day do I think of you? How many roses are covered with dew? How far would I travel to be where you are? How far is the journey from here to a star? And if I ever lost you how much would I cry? How deep is the Ocean? How high is the sky ~ Author Unknown This picture I sent you can put on Rade's site. These two men are Rades brothers. He had no one closer. The one at my right side is Dusan, and the other one is Dragutin who has the little girl by the name of Marta. They are my closest relatives and I am trying to lean on them. I am sending this picture from my country side on a sunny spring day, but in my heart it is still Winter. Rade used to work for Pagenet company of Illinois. He loved music most of all. That was rock. He loved Pink Floyd, the Doors, Santana and many more. Guitar was his favorite. He left many old records, I am saving them for his boys if they be interested about keeping them. Donna, Mile and Rade's sons. On the his site I like you to put Bolero by Maurice Ravel. That music we listened to together, and now it makes my heart cry and remember in full intensity. Donna, In remembrance of your dear Son Rade's birthday we honor and celebrate his life and hold him close in our hearts Love Your friend forever Ann, Laurasmom I'm Still Here Please Mom, do not stand at my grave and weep I wait at Heaven's Door with all the memories that I keep Weep not for me, I rest in tranquil places far beyond what you could know Be still and hear my voice within your soul I am not gone, I'm still right here with you So very close to me and seeing all that you still do Be not afraid of where I've gone You cannot even dream of things I know A Place of beauty I now call home I see the Face of God with songs of Angels That sing for me alone Celebrate the life that I once lived Keep in your heart the song of love I give Remember me and keep me close to you But not with tears, and not because my years were few But just because I live a life that's new A place with no more tears or pain or sorrow Weep not my mom, for we shall meet tomorrow Written in Memory of Laura Ann Kimble November 5, 1968 to October 19, 2002 By Laura's Mom The two lovely images above are "Serbian-style" gifts to Rade's family from Laura's Mom also.         I am sending you the photo at my Rade's grave -- me with my grandchildren when they visited their father's grave for the first time. My broken heart is with you. This is view from my terrace where I live. You can see me looking in the far distance where I am trying to find a bit of my dear Rade. I am sending this picture of so missing my son Rade at his resting place. My Angel Tina's Christmas Page Christmas Angels 2006 Christmas In Heaven Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through... maybe they get it all down faster than the rest of us. They don't need to stick around for a hundred years to get it all right. They get it down real quick... it's like... some people just come through our lives to bring us something, a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn, and that's why they're here. He taught you something I'll bet... about love, and giving, and caring so much about someone... that was his gift to you... he taught you all that and when he left, Maybe he just didn't need to stay longer than that. He gave you the gift, and then he was free to move on... he was a special soul...You'll have that gift forever." ~ Danielle Steel...."The Gift" Donna and more family members who are missing Angel Rade. Please also visit Remembering Rade At Christmas A friend can hear a tear drop. Please visit Maria's Tribute to Christopher Angel Christopher Two Very Special Angels Chad's Page Dedicated To Rade, an Angel in Heaven My Precious boy, My only Child I hear your laughter, I see your smile In my dreams you come to me and tell me not to cry That you are but a breath away, we need not say goodbye I have these tears upon my face, a memory I cannot erase My spirit followed you, my heart went with you too To a place where there is no more pain or sorrow I'm marking time and wait for each tomorrow To bring me closer to that distant place Where I can once again see your sweet face When night time falls for me, and when my life is through I'll see you then, my precious boy, and I will be with you Written in Memory of Rade To honor his mother Donna For the great love she has for her child for all of eternity Love Ann, Laurasmom "Donna and Mile, Rade's circle of life was done He waits for you, his mom and dad This darling boy, your precious son God Bless you both And may Our Dear Lord one day dry your tears." Rade Our Precious Angel Heaven is a Better Place With you There You Will Live in Our Hearts Forever To Those I Love If I should ever leave you whom I love To go along the Silent Way, grieve not, Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk Of me as if I were beside you there. (I'd come - I'd come, could I but find a way! But would not tears and grief be barriers?) And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved, please do not let the thought of me be sad . . . For I am loving you just as I always have . . . You were so good to me! There are so many things I wanted still To do - so many things to say to you . . . Remember that I did not fear . . . It was just leaving you that was so hard to face . . . We cannot see Beyond . . . But this I know: I loved you so - 'twas heaven here with you! by Isla Paschal Richardson Donna and Mile You are both so special to me I feel so at a loss for words and wish I could take your pain away But all I can do is light a candle and pray with you Rade is with the Lord and He is waiting for you With My Love And I know You feel my tears with yours Ann, Laurasmom In Loving Memory of Laura Ann Kimble To ANGEL Rade's Family Please don't think of your ANGEL Rade as gone He is just away for a while He has flown his way Into an unknown land With that special smile of his And a wave of his hand Just open your Eyes and Heart Through that special star up above He will be blowing kisses down to you And sending you all his love HAVE FAITH Written By Sue-Anne Aguilera~Lee'sMom MY DEEPEST LOVE In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera Here is a little gift for your beloved Rade's Birthday. I know you love and miss him so very much. I hope you can remember only the most wonderful memories of all the years he was with you, and that they give you much comfort. My thoughts and prayers are with you, my friend. I'll light a candle for your Rade in the morning. With my Love, Lynn, Mom to Ken This webpage is created In Loving Memory of Radomir "Rade" Ciricon September 2, 2004 Last updated: May 13, 2009 © 2000 - 2009 Graphic of Rade with Jesus lovingly made by Linda Rice. Please visit her Tina's page by clicking the button below ~