Riki Lee Warner, Septembr 27, 1981 to January 1, 2016

I usually post this on Riki’s birthday, September 27.  However, because of a stolen WordPress web address for this blog, I was unable to post on the 27th.  Thanks to the WordPress support staff, I was able to get back into my blog.  Why would anyone feel the need to highjack someone’s blog?  

This year, we observe 10 years since Riki’s passing. She walked on her journey at 7:30 a.m. on that dreadful New Year’s Day in 2016.  While we all try to see the “plan” in the passing of one so young, leaving behind three beautiful children, ages 7, 11, 12, and husband.  Riki did not get to see her oldest enter into his teen years.  She did not get to see her sons graduate.  She won’t get to see Sammy graduate. She did not get to meet her two beautiful grandchildren. She did not get the privilege of continuing her teachings to her children.  They know they’ve missed out of learning all that she had to teach them.  

The memories each of us have of Riki, my daughter, Stevie’s sister, Korbin, Shawn, and Samantha’s mother, friend to The Village, and spouse to Jonathan, always serve us as a blessing.  As I write this, The Village is celebrating Riki’s life.  She lives through her beautiful children, and through anyone who loves her.   

Every year we light a fire to honor Riki. Here’s Sammy lighting the fire.

Riki was always a most interesting child, who grew into an interesting adult! When Riki was in sixth grade, she dreamed of driving a car.  In this dream, Riki drove through the countryside, and before she reached home, she picked up several “furries” along the way.  She told me she picked up three dogs, some cats, a raccoon, some skunks, possums, and a bobcat before reaching home.  They all rode along happily.  She loved animals.  I often wondered if her dream was a metaphor for all the friends she would later “collect” as an adult.  Riki befriended people easily.  She created her own “Village,” a beautiful group of people who called her, “Mama Bear.”  She was a motherly figure to so many, including those with whom she worked.  Riki had great friends, and Riki was a great friend, too! 

Riki with Cousin Andrea

These 10 years have passed, and those friends have not missed graduations, birthday parties, a baby shower, and indeed any of the many rites of passage for Riki and Johnny’s children.  

I miss Riki’s sense of humor, her great cooking and baking, her fierce love of her children, her beauty, and her drive to be the best mother possible.  I’m glad the children talk to me about what they miss about their mother.  I know they suffer dearly. 

Cherish your loved ones.  We will never pass this way again. Thank you for reading.

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