To all who knew her, Desiree was a free spirit - a loving and open person. She trusted too much and was taken from her family and friends. She is dearly missed and will always be remembered with love and for the life she lived. Angels always have beautiful smiles.

Papa, I love and miss you deeply! You are gone but not forgotten, forever in our hearts and on our minds. As we look out around this beautiful place you and mom made a home of for all of us we will think of you. We will feel you in the wind that blows through the trees and I will hear "Cupcake" whispered through the leaves that rustle in the wind. I will keep your memory alive in myself and in my girls, you're precious granddaughters. You are in our hearts, so we hold you close always. Love is a bond that will never be broken! Now you have gone to join Dion in the place our Heavenly Father has created for us. Watching over us from above. Where we will send you and Dion our love. Forever missed and loved! Love Your Daughter "Cupcake" Marissa

Papa, I love and miss you deeply! You are gone but not forgotten, forever in our hearts and on our minds. As we look out around this beautiful place you and mom made a home of for all of us we will think of you. We will feel you in the wind that blows through the trees and I will hear "Cupcake" whispered through the leaves that rustle in the wind. I will keep your memory alive in myself and in my girls, you're precious granddaughters. You are in our hearts, so we hold you close always. Love is a bond that will never be broken! Now you have gone to join Dion in the place our Heavenly Father has created for us. Watching over us from above. Where we will send you and Dion our love. Forever missed and loved! Love Your Daughter "Cupcake" Marissa

Dylan was not as moonster. I knew him and his brother in 1st grade. Dylan's brother is jusst like him loving and caaring, quiet and bashful, just like me, 13 years old, I have grew a love for you Dylan, and it will always be there. For you to come to. Ashley, Colorado (5 mins. for Columbine H.S.)

This is in memory of Dylan Klebold, not the 'monster' that everyone saw him as, but as the boy who was hurting and decided to hurt no more.
~Lisa~

I think you knew me better than anyone else did. Looking back on everything now...yes. I miss you and Eric a lot. I know why you did what you did and I don't approve of it, but you're a victim too and people seem to keep forgetting that. But you're gone now, and I can't say this to you. So I guess this will do.
Ich liebe dich, Vodka. Wir vermissen dich.

In loving memory. Your family and friends miss you greatly. With your absence, you have left a void in their lives. Nothing will ever be the same again.

-Tish,
Webmaster of DylanKlebold.net

Dylan was, and still is, a very sweet and great guy. Although he and Eric Harris are not remembered as victims by many people, they are. Dyl was bashful, very smart, and had a wonderful smile. It is his laugh and smile that you should remember him for-- not the fact that 13 people died at his hands. Dylan lives in us all. And one day, he will let his mind be heard. He already has. Those who know understand; those who haven't opened their minds and hearts to it don't understand. voDKa will forever be ein engel to me. Ich lieben du, mein der Freund.

--Tish--

This is in loving memory of my boyfriend who took his life. I miss you and love you very much. I hope that you are looking down on all of us and guiding us through the rest of our lifes and I hope you know that you were loved and cared for very much. I miss you and love you very much!!! Denise

My father was the most caring and wonderful man. We had a very special relationship. Since he has passed away I realize from speaking to people that he knew in our community, how many lives he really touched. I am adopted and I couldn't ask for a better father. I am always thanking my lucky stars that this wonderful man chose me as his daughter. I feel very special, and he always made me feel that way. When he passed away, there is a permanent part of my heart missing. I love you, Dad! We all miss you so much! Thanks for sharing your life with us, it wasn't long enough... Love, Mom, Bambi, Heidi and Mocha

There is no way to put in words what Wendy meant to me. Wendy was on of my best friends. Wendy brought laughter, joy, and fun to everyone around her. I remember she could make me laugh until my ribs hurt. She was there for me when no one was. I often regret not telling her enough how much she meant to me. Life was a triumph for Wendy, and you didn't know that unless you were close to her. Battling with diabetes was one of the biggest fights of her life. She was very brave though and fought it with all she had in her. Wendy, I miss you so very much. I wish I knew things bothered you as much as they did. I wish I could have been there for you as you were for me. I especially miss you during the summer. We used to party and have so much fun together. No one knew the clumsy and careless me like you. I miss you making me laugh and you picking on me. I wish you could be here to celebrate turning 21 together like we said we would!!! I love you Wendy Pooh!!!! Please don't ever leave my side!! -Shannon Collins

She was my best friend in the world and I loved her so. even though I never told her. She was driving home late one night after being out in a limosine. She had a car accident and was missing for 5 days. How we searched and searched. Put up so many damn MISSING posters that our hands hurt. Never thought they would find you in the river. That night God took from this earth an 18 year old girl who was so full of life that the planet felt something when she left. I remember all of us writing notes to be put into your casket. Its been 8 years and damn it I still miss you. I guess I'll never get you off my mind. Rest in peace baby. Take good care of your sister, she needs you. BRUCE DOUGLAS BARON, LOWELL MASSACHUSETTS

Chris,

When he did have a passion, Even something as odd to some people as the Calgary Flames, He was enthusiastically articulate and showed his sardonic loyalty to those Rockie east rednecks but (especially when things were not going so well with Fluery and the boys) always knew that life was just some big fucking almost kurtVohneget kind of joke. I liked that about him.

God bless him.

Mom are you watching me now. I miss you

John Klipp was born on a rural farm on the West Side of Chicago, an area which today is a notorious urban slum. He was trained in the construction trades, as a lather, the workman who installed the wooden, and later the metal, lath, over which plaster was applied. As a young man, he moved with his parents, who were immigrants from Holland in 1871, to the Weestern suburb of Chicago, Oak Park, Illinois. In 1912 he married Mabel Peters, and in 1915 they built a house even further West, in Brookfield, Illinois, a town in which they were early pioneers. During the Great Depression, he supported his family by working on the construction of the world-famous Brookfield Zoo, which was literally just outside his back door. He lived in his Brookfield home for the next fifty-five years. He worked in construction until he was seventy-five years old, and he died in his own bed in 1970. His wife, Mabel , survived him by less than a year. John was much beloved of his family, and was loved by all who knew him. He is missed and mourned to this very day.

The wife of John Klipp, Mabel Helen Peters was born on the Near-West Side of Chicago, Illinois. Her mother was an immigrant from Ireland, and her father was a native of Buffalo, New York. Though the family was Roman Catholic, their neighborhood was predominantly Jewish. Both of Mabel's parents died before she was sixteen, and she was raised by an aunt, and by her Jewish neighbors. Though raised a Catholic, Mable always appreciated the care and concern of her Jewish neighbors, and she was very fond of the Jewish people all of her life. When she was about nineteen, she met John Klipp, and they were soon engaged. But, John's family was of the very intolerant Dutch Reformed faith, and Mabel knew that she would never be accepted into the family as a Catholic. So, she converted to Methodism, which, while not Dutch Reformed , was at least Protestant. After their marriage in 1912, John and Mabel moved to West Suburban Brookfield, Illinois, where they raised their daughters Helen Mabel (see memorial for Helen M. Bates) and Jane Rita, and where they lived for the rest of their lives. She and John were married for fifty-eight years, and Mabel died less than one year after John; surely she died of a broken heart. She was, and is still today, missed by all who knew her, and who loved her.

Ryan fell victim to a drunk driving accident, he was hit by a man, we can' t mention his name, but it was rumored he was driving a large "CHIEF" truck. Ryan was on his motorbike when it happened. Ryan is survived by his mama, and will be sorely missed.

To Uncle Terry, you were there when we needed you most a loving father to 3 daughters, a wonderful husband you staged a strong battle against lupus you will not be forgotten

This memorial is for my father, Jesse Klumpp, Jr. He was a kind, honest, and proud man, as well as a wonderful musician. His heritage was of the Cajun people, and his passion was their music. He was taken from us on the first day of June, a cold, rainy day, in the year 1997, while he was playing his Cajun accordion in a park. There was no time for goodbyes, he just closed his eyes and took flight. And we all miss him so much. He left us his music, his strength, and many, many wonderful memories. I love you Dad. It still hurts because you’re not here with us. Nothing will ever fill that void for us. Goodbye Dad. I know you’ve found your Heaven now. I’ll always miss you and will keep you with me always. Kathi