A life that had only just begun was taken this past week. The youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Ragsdale was tragically lost this past week in a car accident. Stevie was a cowboy, fun loving, and liked to smile. He was a Friend, Son, Brother, Husband and a Father.
This loss is not that of the Ragsdale’s alone but that of a small community who has lost one of their own. Him and His family have impacted many of their neighbors, a Father and Brother who are both Fire Fighters, a mother who is involved in the City of Georgetown, and a family left without a Husband and Father. A family that has given much to those around them creating a tradition of a helping hand. A family that has given so much to others, it is now our time to assist this family. It is not just now that we need to assist but in the coming days, weeks, months and years.
Death is a stranger who comes at a time of his own choosing. He neither discriminates nor is prejudice but far to often those who are still here are not prepared for his coming. It is far easier for us to see the passing of those who have had a full life then that of a life taken before it has fully lived. The loss of a son and father is one that is forever burned into the hearts of the family. Support this family on birthdays, holidays, and in the coming years. It is a road that will be filled with little things that remind them of their lost loved one.
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Steven’s Celebration of Life service will be held on Aug. 14, 2015 at Heritage Baptist in Georgetown at 3:00P.M. Thank you for all of your continued love, prayers, condolences and donations for this precious family. Steve would be so honored by the love you are showing to his family during this time . In lieu of flowers, we are asking that you help the family with gift cards, cash donations, or food to help them with their immediate needs. Thank you and God Bless.
I leave you with this one poem.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.