Memorial website in the memory of your loved one

A Man that loses his wife is a widower,
A Woman that loses her husband is a widow,
What do you call a Mother that loses her son to murder? 

Verdict reached Monday, November 24th, 2008.  Second Degree Murder with 3 allegations found to be true.  Sentencing will be January 16th, 2009.  According to the DA and Victim's Advocate the she-devil is looking at 40 years to life. Michael's family is happy with the verdict.  Sentencing continued to January 20, 2009.  Court is finally over.  Sentencing was today. Judge delivered a sentencing of 40 years to life....  This does not bring back Michael. But, she will not be able to bring pain to another family. Closure - no, just another chapter. 

Update: I got a phone call from Sonya, our Victims Advocate.  This is Jennifer's CDC Number:  X12963.  Her minimum eligibility for parole will be June 25, 2021.  I am counting on Michael's family and friends to make sure she will not be paroled.   

      

     
 This memorial website was created in the loving memory of our son, grandson, brother, father, nephew, uncle, cousin, boyfriend and friend.

  

Michael's Family Would Like to Thank All Of You Who Visits Michael's Memorial Website. We Receive A Great Deal of Comfort.

 

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

Michael's Father, Vince, joined him in Heaven January 5th, 2009. Vince had been suffering from Colon and Liver cancer. He went peacefully in his sleep. Vince was buried next to his son, Michael, at Desert View Cemetery,11478 Amargosa Road, Victorville, CA.

Vince never recovered from Michael's murder.  Vince wanted to be with his son and now they are together.

Made by a beautiful lady named, Georgia.

 

 

 


http://gospelman.info/christian/HelloGOD.html/ 

 



http://www.greatdanepro.com/Dear%20Jesus/index.htm

 

Another tragedy.  Savannah Rose, my great-granddaugher was still-born on 9/23/08.  This was Lisa and Michael's baby girl.  Lisa is my daughter's oldest daughter.  Savannah weighed in at 8 lbs. 1 oz. and 20 1/2 inches long.  My daughter said she was beautiful and a little Princess.  I am questioning God again and have received no answers. 

Savannah's funeral will be Wednesday, October 1st at 1pm at Mountain View Community Church in Fontana, CA.

Savannah Rose
I’ll never get to see your precious face;
or whisper words to make you feel safe.
I’ll never get to hear you cry.
I’ll never get a chance to rock you,
I'll never get a chance to hold you tight
when you can't sleep at night
I’ll never get to fall asleep with you in my arms,
all bundled in a blanket to keep you warm
I'll never get to hear you laugh and giggle
or see your little toes wiggle.
I’ll never get to see you grow into a toddler, a little girl.
I’ll never get a chance to kiss your precious face,
I’ll never get a chance to scold you.
I’ll never get a chance to bathe you.
Or tell you that Great-Grandma loves you.
There are many things I’ll never get to do,
but the hardest thing is not being with you or your Mommy.
I’ll forever love you and have you in my heart.
Our Savannah, too perfect for Earth.
God wanted another Rose in Heaven’s Garden, so God chose our Savannah Rose.

I love you, Great-Grandma Beverly Ribaudo

Visit Savannah and light a candle at:

http://savannah-bates.memory-of.com

 

 

 
                                 

I found this poem in Michael's things.

" A Mother's Gifts are Precious"

Mother, I just want to thank you for the very
Special gifts you've given me all my life.
You've given me the gift of sweet childhood memories.
You've given me the gift of dreams,
The ones you've made come true,
And the ones I've achieved myself
Because of your encouragement.
But most important of all,
You've always given me the gift of your love,
The most precious gift of all.
There's no way I could possibly
Thank you enough for these gifts and so many more.
I will always be so grateful and
You will always have a special place in my life,
And in my Heart.
Love You Son,
Mike Ribaudo, Sr.
June 8, 1998

            
Michael Anthony Ribaudo, Sr. 
Taken from us much too soon.



Michael, From your Sis.

    
   
Gifts from Judie Smart..  Thank you.
http://craig-smart.memory-of.com


   







 


                  

  

What a Magnificent Butterfly!  Taken in the backyard.  7/20/07.

Michael, I saw this same butterfly yesterday.  It flies in the yardwhen I'm out watering and leaves when I come in the house. 7/25/07.

   



http://www.feelingsfrommyheart.org/I_AM_YOUR_MOTHER_
Written_by_Janet_Grzegorek_For_Michaels_Mom.html?1160677298375

http://www.feelingsfrommyheart.org/PRAYER_FOR_A_BROKEN_HEART_
BY_Janet_Grzegorek_Nov_12_2006.html?1160704703921

Thank you Janet S. Grzegorek it is beautiful.
http://edwin-ed-grzegorek.memory-of.com
 
   
   As you pass through this Memorial for Michael, please take a moment to say a prayer for us and the loved ones of other murdered victims, their families and friends. Or, take a moment to light a candle or just a moment of silence. The wounds are so raw. Also, take time to tell a loved one that you love them, hug them, call them - don't wait until later, because you may not get that chance. Yesterdays are gone forever and there is no guarantee for tomorrow. 
Prayers & Hugs
Love you, Michael's Mom 



http://www.andiesisle.com/icanonlyimagine.html

  
      

     

 

          


     
       Thank you Donna Medeiros for the Eternal Candle
        http://ruth-hobbs.memory-of.com/

        




Our baby brother, William (Billy) Henry White, Jr.  was born June 11, 1950 and passed away in his sleep December 27, 2006.  Billy will be buried next to our Mother in Oklahoma City.  We always called him Billy.  Over the years I have not spent much time with Billy, him living in Texas and me in California.  I know this is just an excuse.  We need to make time for our family.  Nevertheless, I always thought about my Baby Brother, Billy and loved him.  I remember the first time I saw him. Billy had these beautiful dark brown eyes and this beautiful dark brown hair.  Billy was such a beautiful little boy.  Billy was special in so many ways.  He was born during a time, when children that weren't perfect were pushed away in special care facilities.  This is where Billy spent most of his life. Sad for Billy and sad for Billy's family. 

Too many years ago, we had a family vacation at Niagara Falls.  Billy, being a toddler went running for the water.  He thought we were playing with him when everyone started running after him.  Finally, I said: "Billy, you stop right now and he came running back to me".  I remember I was so scared and angry with him.  No matter, who he met, he told this story.  How he remember, when he was so young.  Another thing I remember, we are at Lake McAlester one summer day so many years ago.  Billy put his foot, shoe and all, in a glass jar.  Of course, the glass broke and cut Billy's ankle.  I remember the cut was so deep and had to be taken to the emergency department.  He would let no one but me sit with him while he got stitches.  Billy was also an Elvis fan.

Billy's sisters, countless nieces and nephews love him and will miss him.  I know most of his family wish the same thing, that we had spent more time with Billy.  Billy will remain forever young - in mind and in spirit.   Mom, I know your arms were wide open and waiting at Heaven's Gate for Billy.  He is now safe with you and you don't have to worry about Billy.  I know, Billy, you are happy also, you are with our Mother.  
Love you, Your Sis, Beverly





                       
              
                                   

 


                             
Information of Court Proceedings are in His Timeline...
     
  Michael was born in Hawthorne, California on May 07, 1968. Michael's parents are: Beverly and Vincent Ribaudo. Parents are divorced. (Please take a few minutes to visit Michael's Photos.) 

Michael has an older sister, Sherri Lynn. She was born January 9, 1967. They were always pretty close. Sherri was Michael's protector growing up. If you messed with her brother, you had to deal with her. Sherri, married Michael's closest friend, Bryan Speer. To Michael, Bryan was his bro... They have four children, Christopher, Lisa, Ashley and Cody. Christopher has also added Lorraine (his girlfriend) and their baby, Ryan to the family clan. 



AM I STILL A SISTER

Am I still a sister, now that he is gone?
And that part of me can never be replaced.
Am I still a sister, to that which death has stolen?
And I cry for the part of me never more to be.
Am I still a sister, though time has torn us apart?
And life is forever changed, different, and displaced.
Am I still a sister, the things we share no more?
And how I miss the times we had, oh so smilingly.
Am I still a sister, without his tender touch?
And is it still the same, this new path I chart.
Am I still a sister, the phone no longer rings?
And never more will I hear his voice, 
as I wait in wandering.
Am I still a sister, without him in my life?
Of course, because you see, 
he lives now and forever in my heart. 

Love u, Bro

  
                  

                                


My Two Angels - Michael - My Angel In Heaven
   Sherri - My Angel On Earth



Michael was a very colicy baby until he was about 6 months old. Michael was such a cute baby.  He had these tiny heart-shaped lips. He needed to be held. I would spend hours in the evening rocking him. Michael was my baby boy. Michael only wanted his Mama as a baby.  Michael was always a small child for his age. Bigger kids would always pick on him. Then when he was about 15 years old, he grew about 4-5 inches. He was always a very loving and giving child and man. 

                 

Michael lived in the Redondo Beach and Torrance, California area during his childhood. Spent about a year in Thousand Oaks, California. As an adult, Michael, spent about 10 years in the Anaheim, California area. The balance of his adulthood was spent in the Ontario, Fontana and Rialto, California area. 



As a teenager, the girls loved him and he loved the girls. He has the most beautiful blue eyes. Girls were in awe of his sky blue eyes. He was about 6'1" 145 pounds during his teen years and well into his adult life.



Michael married Karen Bemis in October, 1989 and they had three  boys: Mikey, Justin and Jesse. These boys were the light in his life. He loved them so much. He never stopped loving Karen. She was his true love. He said: "She was the only woman that ever understood him". He would have given his life for them. I know now why "Release Me" was one of Michael's favorite songs.  He needed to be released from the memories and the love he carried for Karen.  Only death released him from these chains.  Karen and Michael were divorced years later. Michael had not seen his two youngest sons for the past 8 years. When Michael lost contact with his sons, he lost his zest for life. He really didn't care what happened to himself. 

Michael & His Sons
The Background  Snake River in Idaho (taken August 2006).  
This was such a beautiful place to visit. 




Michael's Loves
(This is one of last pictures of the 5 of them together.)

Thank you Lisa Copeland. Truly an Amazing Gift.
http://www.edward-copeland.memory-of.com

Michael wanted to see them. He wanted to hug them, hold them and tell them how much their Daddy loved them. Mikey, Jr. had visited us in 2005 and Mikey, Jr. had called him in the weeks before his death. This is when Michael got his zest for life back. He was waiting for the days when his boys would be old enough to visit. This was not Michael's time to go. Michael still had things to do. The one thing he wanted and wished for every day was to tell his sons how much he loved them.
 

Michael & Mikey Jr - 2005

Karen also had a daughter, Samantha. Michael loved this little girl. Even though Samantha's grandparents would give Michael a bad time over the years, it did not keep him from keeping track of her. He would always tell people that he had 3 sons and 1 daughter. It's just too bad that Samantha, did not know, until recently how much she was loved by my son, Michael. I will pass on to Samantha her baby album, pictures in frames that Michael kept in his computer room and an album that my son has held for her for many years.

Michael could eat anything and never gain weight. He loved shrimp. He loved shrimp cooked with butter and garlic salt. He could eat shrimp seven days a week. Michael loved my homemade chocolate chip cookies and my homemade brownies. He could eat the whole pan of brownies. Michael loved to lick the bowls when I was baking. He would eat cookie dough raw. I would say to Michael: "Yuk". He would continue. 

Michael loved life. He sometimes (more than he should) would drive his car much too fast, and had the tickets to prove it throughout his life. No matter how hard he tried, there was always a policeman around the corner that would catch him speeding, or some type of driving infraction. After awhile, I think the Ontario, Rialto and Fontana Police knew his little white Honda Prelude, and would follow him until he did something stupid. I really hope there are no speed limits in Heaven. Beware, God, Michael has arrived. (God, I love my son. Take good care of him.) 




          

I know Michael's life on earth was troubled. Only Michael could know the full extent of this pain. I tried to understand, but was not always understanding. Part of his adult life was full of trials and tribulations. Michael was so unfair to himself.  Did I love Michael less because Michael was not my perfect child?  Of  course, not.  Most of his life he was a good son.  Somewhere along the way he got lost and had a hard time finding his way back.  I was there, praying that soon he would find his way.  Only God knew the pain that he was in. Michael was not perfect, had his faults, but he was my son, brother, father, uncle, nephew, cousin and friend to many and will be greatly missed. 



Michael was changing his life around. From 1999 to 2005, life had not been good to Michael and Michael had not been good to his life. Some of Michael's choices were not always the wisest. This broke my heart and Michael's family. I knew how loving and caring my son was and I wanted him back. I never gave up on Michael. Others gave up on Michael much to quickly. There were a few that did not take the time to understand Michael's pain or get to know Michael. He was judged much too quickly.  We got him back for a short time and then he was taken from us.  If Michael could have seen into the future, he would have seen just how much he was loved.  Michael once told me:  "I'm not good enough."  My reply to that was : "You are, God don't make no junk."  He didn't have to search, he already had so much love.

A gift From Cassandra (Groves) Hyatt.  Thank You.
http://daniel-groves.memory-of.com

The last year of his life, he had lead a sober life. On Friday, June 23, 2006 we celebrated his 1 year sobriety. Michael lead the meeting that night. I remember looking up at Michael and thinking how very proud I was of him.  He was surrounded by his family and friends.  He looked so good and Michael had a new look on life. He was finally taking responsibility for his own actions and doing something about it.   Now, Michael you are an Angel in God's Kingdom. No more struggles, no more pains - only happiness where no one can hurt you or judge you.

Michael would take people to AA/NA meetings. He wanted to make sure that the people he knew stayed sober. This was very important to him, the last year of his life. He was finally beating the demons. We were so proud of him. 



Another thing Michael would do, both to family and friends, he would come up behind you and place a wet kiss on your neck or cheek. He loved doing this when you least expected. And another thing, he would say in a little kid's voice: "I Wuv U".


    

              
The one thing I do know, was that my son loved me. We would have our disagreements and I did not always agree with his life style, but the one thing Michael could count on throughout his life was his Mama's unconditional love. People called me an enabler, well I guess I was.  My son was very important to me and still is.

After Michael's murder, I learned that he had a song he dedicated to me - Mama by Boyz II Men. His friends told me that he loved his Mama so much.   Whenever I hear this song, I will always think of my son, Michael.


My Mama & Boyz II Men
May 2007
Laughlin, Nevada
Michael, this picture is for you.  I went to see the Boyz II Men Concert for you.  I shared with them how important their song Mama was to you.  

These are the memories that we will hang on to. No one will take these memories away. 

The momentos that were placed in Michael's coffin were unbelievable.  Michael was so loved. I was so touched beyond words.  All of his friends that Michael touched through his journey in life wanted a piece of them to be taken to Heaven with Michael.  There were pictures (so many), a cell phone, a cigarette, braclets, a necklace and so many other things that Michael's family and friends left for him.  This past Christmas (2005) I had bought Michael a black WestCoast Choppers Sweatshirt.  Michael loved this sweatshirt.  I was going to place this in with my son, but when I said my last goodbyes at the church, I took this sweatshirt and hugged it and cried.  I couldn't let go of my son or this sweatshirt.  I did have to let go of my son, but I kept this sweatshirt.  His sis said:  "Mom, take it, keep it".  It will go in a Memory case, along with all the dried flowers from the memorial that were placed outside our front door.

     

                   
   
 

 

          
                              



                   
              
          
   
Michael loves his pets. Laddie, a mixed collie/shephard, an Iguana (that Ashley (his niece) named Bob, and a cat named Tabby.

                                                     
                                                                                                         Cody & Tabby

           Laddie


I know Laddie is in Heaven with Michael, right by his side. (You see, the person that took my son's life was the same person that took Laddie's in June 2005. Laddie was 14 1/2 years, a great watch dog, very good with children and even our cats (Tabby & Missy). Laddie was a gentle dog and so loving. Laddie was deaf and didn't have a chance.) 



Michael loves his family in Oklahoma. (This is my side of the family.) His cuz: Brenda and Esta he loved so much (the two of them were his favorites). Michael loved talking to Brenda. Michael would call her a couple times a month to check on her and just chat. Jason and Sean(that's Brenda's two oldest boys), I know Michael is watching you. Sean, Michael would be saying "Stay out of trouble". And Esta, Michael thought she was just beautiful. He loved visiting his cuz. Jeannie, the oldest of the cuz, he would call and talk with her also. And then Michael's cousin, Andrew, how he loved aggravating him. Whenever I would go to Oklahoma to visit, Michael would always call Aunt Danni and say: "You take care of my Mom". Michael loved his family. Michael also has a crazy Aunt Bobbi (my sister) that lives in Texas. She is as childish, at times, as Michael was. Michael loves her very much. I could go on and on, but you get the idea, that Michael's family and friends were very important to him.

Through the years, Michael, had lost contact with his Father's family. I am sorry that they did take the time to keep in contact with each other. People get busy and things happen. Take the time, stay in contact with your loved ones, before they become a memory. 

Michael loved talking on the phone. He loved communicating with people. There were times when he would be on his cell phone, the house phone and sometimes my cell phone at the same time. I would get the telephone bills and think how could any one person make so many calls and talk to so many different people. This continued over the years. Michael would have been great at being a counselor. People would call all hours of the night to talk to him about their issues. Michael would listen and give his opinion.
Those that Michael met over the years and judged him without knowing him, was really their loss. My prayers go out to these people. Michael was really worth getting to know. If you had Michael as a friend, you had a friend. 

The night of Michael's Candle Lite Service and the morning of his Funeral answered that question. There were so many people. I had  no idea that my son had touched so many lives. I shared the same home with my son over the last 6 years, but I don't think I really knew him at all.

He would upset you in one breath and make you laugh in another. Another way, I was told, he would meet people is to ask for a cigarette and then he would talk and talk. My son knew people in our neighborhood that I didn't know. He never met a stranger.

Michael was very childish. Sometimes it was very aggravating. I would tell him, "Michael, grow up." He always would say: "I'm never going to grow up". Maybe, this is why so many babies and children would attach to Michael. He was a child at heart himself. Now my son, Michael, is forever young.


Michael loves children and they love him. Children would just attach to Michael. He was really good with them. Michael had an amazing chemistry. He made so many mistakes in his life, that he did not want any child that he knew in Harm's Way. So many children love him. He helped so many people. Michael loves his family and friends. Even the ones that were a threat to him, he tried to help.
 


                                                   





Michael loved Stuffed Bears..


Going through his things, I found 2 Mother's Day cards that he had forgotten to give to me and a cassette tape that he recorded for me so many years ago. The cassette tape was labeled: For Mom, if anything ever happens to me. He had never given this tape to me. I still have not listened to it, but I will. I need some time. 
              

There were two things I did, no matter where I was. If
I wasn't home or if Michael wasn't home, I would call Michael in the morning and say: "Good Morning" and at night I would call and say "Good Night". I never got a chance that night to tell Michael "Good Night". 





My son, I love you so much... I miss you... God, keep him in your loving arms. He needs so many hugs. Mom 

I need to tell you a story the day Michael was murdered. Michael had stopped by Christopher and Lorranie's house (that's his oldest nephew) earlier that evening. Earlier that day, Michael had taken Jenn Reynolds's children swimming. Jenn's children loved Michael. Jenn thought of Michael as the brother she never had. Michael felt the same way. Michael loved their trust in him. To them, Michael was their adopted uncle. They love him so. Now back to the story, Baby Ryan was eating a baby cookie and shared this with his Uncle Michael. Ryan never shared his cookies with anyone. They both looked at each other and grinned. This is the last memory that Christopher, Lorraine and Ryan have of Michael.
 

Thinking of You in Everything We Do 


      This is Christopher's Tribute to his Uncle Michael.





I had talked to Michael several times that Saturday. I think the last time, around 7:30pm. Around 8:45pm that Saturday night Christopher had been talking to Michael on the house phone. Christopher was the last person in the family to talk to Michael. Michael had told him to call back in 10 minutes, you see he had received a call from Jennifer Stull on his cell phone. Christopher kept trying, but Michael never picked up the phone. He thought nothing was wrong, because Michael sometimes did not call you right back or pick up the phone. These are the last memories any of us have of Michael that day. Maryann found him at 11:45pm. 

          
Maryann & Michael 

 








Michael's bedroom and his computer rooms were full of pictures of family, friends and his drawings. He also loved collecting ceramic dogs and Elvis memorabilia. 
 






Three Amazing Gifts for you, Michael.
Thank You Lisa Copeland. Pictures are beautiful.
http://edward-copeland.memory-of.com

These had a place in his rooms. And, oh my gosh, the electronics. Michael had speakers everywhere. Michael  loved his computer. 


Michael was a very giving and thoughtful young man. He would give you the shirt off his back. If Michael could help you, he would try to find a way. He was always fixing his friend's automobiles. He was really a pretty good mechanic. Michael was also good with electrical and electronic equipment.
 


Michael loved all type of music: from rap, blues, country, etc. Michael really loved Elvis and the oldies. However, he really didn't listen to a lot of hard rock. When Michael and Sherri were teenagers, there would be oldies blasting from Michael's room and hard rock blasting louder from Sherri's. He played his music much too loud, at home and in his car. You could hear him coming down the street and pulling in and out of our driveway. He would try singing along, but he was really bad at carrying a tune, but that didn't stop him. Sometimes he would be in his computer room, with earphones on listening and singing along. Michael was really bad... Michael will now be singing with the angels.



                                


I care.
Rosemary
sis of ^j^ Alvin Cremeans


"GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN"

I know your life
On earth was troubled,
And only you could know the pain.
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain.

Go rest high on that mountain.
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son.

Oh, how we cried the day you left us,
We gathered 'round your grave to grieve.
Wish I could've seen the angels faces
When they heard your sweet voice sing.

Go rest high on that mountain,
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son.

Vince Gill 
Thank you, Rosemary, for letting me use this from your brother's Memorial Website..  This was sung at Michael's Funeral Service...

http://alvin-cremeans-jr.memory-of.com


God Bless You Beverly,
Sue, Ashley's Mom
 
http://ashley-trappmmmboppedherwaytoheaven.memory-of.com



http://jaime-drebit.memory-of.com


Brandy Angel Coles Mommy (Friend of Moms )

Please Visit Michael's Other Memorial Websites 

http://www.memoryinheart.com/allCandleLights.asp?page=82
 
http://www.legacy.com/SBSun/Guestbook.asp?Page=GuestBook&PersonId=18287350
 
http://moms.memorial-of-love.net/momsrm2x.html  
http://www.angelfamilies.cityslide.com/page/page/3527071.htm  
http://www.angelfamilies.cityslide.com/page/page/2859016.htm  
Click on Pin and move cursor to the far left on California
(The Ribaudo & Speer Families)
http://moms.memorial-of-love.net
http://angelmoms.com/ncmd/candles7.html  
http://www.bereavementmag.com/eMemorials/retrieve.asp?eMemorialID=3834  
http://michael-ribaudo-sr.IsInOurHearts.com  
http://www.memoryinheart.com/index.asp 
 http://www.sadly-missed.com/view_memorial.php?theme=css/sunset2.css&number=182


This poem was written from another mother of a murdered child it is what we go through everyday.

We are the Mothers of Murdered Children,
We are their Voices, speaking out for them,
We are crying out in pain for all to hear us,
As we want "Justice," to vail through out the world for victims,and
their families everywhere.. ........

Oh! how precious our children's lives were to us,
Oh! how we adored these daughters/son' s
They were young, bright children, with their whole futures just
ahead of them,
But it wasn't meant to be --because of selfish,evil, cold-blooded
killers that were on the streets on the prowl to hurt innocent ones that night,

Our beloved daughters/son' s are gone from this earth,forever,
We as they Mothers, are left behind to be there "Voices,"
Fighting to right the wrong done to them,
Oh! how we fight with community agencies, tv' s and newpapers
reporters, and the red tape that we go thru with the govt........ and
so forth,

Our child; life was cut down, we are striving forward to make
rights out of the wrongs...... ...
We scream out in pain,
We scream out our child's name to be heard,
We want new laws, we want "Justice," for our children's lives that
were taken away from us, thru murder...... ....

Someday, maybe the laws will be changed to protect the
Innocenct ones instead of protecting the Guilty Ones,
until that day,we as parents must keep voicing our opinions, to
change these old laws to bring new reforms laws.....
So that our beloved children, did not die in vain!

This is decidated to all the murdered children in
Gp :Feliccity,Mack, Megan Mae, Moniqa
Shyle, Matt, Heather, Denise,Wendy, Daniel,Kriss, Aaron, Kathryn-Mary, if I miss anyone child please, know,that they are in my heart,this evening also........ .....I was just trying to add the names as they were coming to my mind,
As if some of these children names here or not listed here; will
not be forgotten as they are forever loved by their
parents,families/ friends.. ...and shall be forever missed!
My heart goes out to there families/parents/ friends.. ........

Written by Linda S.Morton
copyright@dec27, 06
Linda Morton, Mom-Heather Lynne, Beaten/murdered/ mulilated
04/19/99 



Serenity Prayer
God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and the Wisdom to know the difference

  Michael's Obiturary
Michael leaves a Mother, Beverly; Father, Vincent; three sons: Mikey, Justin and Jesse; a daughter: Samantha; a sister, Sherri; brother-in-law, Bryan; 3 nieces: Lisa, Ashley and Lorraine; 2 nephews: Christopher and Cody; great-nephew, Ryan, countless aunts and uncles, cousins, Maryann (his girlfriend & her children) and many friends. With him he took a big piece of our heart.










     The Night Michael was Murdered
Saturday night, June 24, 2006, sometime after 8:45pm and before 11:30 pm, Jennifer Kay Stull came to our home and took Michael's life with no regard for the well being of another person. This single act of First Degree Murder with Malicious Intent changed the lives of Michael's family and friends forever. Nothing will every be the same.

According to her statement to the police (SB Sun Newspaper), she claims Michael was harassing her and was trying to detain her. Also, according to this same Newpaper Article, it was stated, there was nothing violent in her past other than auto theft. What do you call Criminal Threats? She was also on probation for this.

According to the street, Jennifer stopped by our home to get a CD, get pictures, borrow money for cigarettes and there are numerous other reasons. I guess it's just according to who you talk to. And, according to some people, she was going to get high, get a gun and waste Michael. The last reason, for Jennifer dropping by our home uninvited, is what I believe. This is exactly what Jennifer did. What I, also, find incredible it that she had called Gilbert (a former boyfriend. I have only contempt for this person and I'm sure he knows why. The sight of Gilbert makes me ill to my stomach.) to also get money for cigarettes. This was around 10:00 pm is what we were told. Had Jennifer already murdered my son? Also, Jennifer changed her hair coloring from Saturday night to Sunday morning. Her neighbors thought Jennifer and Jarrod were acting a little strange. Did she really think this would keep the police from finding her and arresting her? I knew exactly who had murdered my son.  She is nothing more than a cold-blooded killer.  Another thing I would like to know did Jarrod always keep his head shaved? Was it shaved on Saturday night? Or, was he trying to change his appearance?

Detective Massey, Detective Farmer and the Rialto Police Department were incredibe. I must say that Detective Massey tried to put a shadow of a doubt on who I thought might have murdered my son, but he did go with this lead. I had no doubt. Murder of my son and an arrest within 36 hours... Incredible. Detective Massey told us that the first 48 hours are the most important. I thank them for following through on his lead. Does it make it any easier knowing who the murderer is? No...

Jennifer is the one that had another person drive her to our home, she is the one that brought the gun to our home, she is the one that entered our home, she is the one that wanted to kill Michael and she is the one that shot Michael twice: once in the back of the head within inches and again at close range in the chest. How in the world could Michael be harassing her and detaining her with his back to her? Makes no sense to me. 

She would not leave my son alone. Obsessed, is not the word. I have found so many letters from her in my son's things, that shows just how obsessed she was with Michael. In some of the letters, I have no doubt that she would have killed me. You see, she wanted my home. She wanted to be in my home with Michael. Jennifer felt that this should be her home. Proof in these letters.

Authorities had been notified that she was stalking and harassing him, but nothing done. There are several incident reports at the Rialto Police where complaints were made against her. Nothing done. I told her parole officer that she was going to kill my son (that I knew she had a gun). Nothing was done. Michael also filed complaints. Nothing done. It was their negligence that killed my son. These persons are the ones that left Jennifer on the streets. And, again double standards - one for women and one for men. Basically, I was told he was a grown man and could deal with it. How could Michael deal with a person with a gun?

I realized just how dangerous Jennifer was in June 2005 when she had killed our dog, Laddie, and also at that time she had threatened to have Michael killed and threatened to break into our home. I filed a report with the Rialto Police Department. Last June 2005, there was an attempt to break into our home, but someone was home that thankfully the attempt was spoiled and my Grandson, Christopher, and Lorraine weren't hurt. Whoever did this knew that I would not be home, but did not expect someone else to be there.

Jarrod Lee Davis drove her to our home. Michael lay dying on our living room floor and these two persons drove off.

Jarrod has not been officially charged with Michael's murder, but I know in my heart he knew what was going on with Jennifer and what she had done.

Both are in jail, Jarrod on Parole Violation and Jennifer with murder.  Also, Jarrod is going to be called as a witness for the State.  He may walk for his testimony.  I certainly hope not, for he is as guilty of murder as Jennifer.

Will this bring back our son, grandson, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin, father and friend?

I'm sure neither Jennifer or Jarrod care what they have done to Michael, his family and friends. I know Jennifer and Jarrod will be judged someday, and this is what I am hanging on to.

I pray every minute for the rest of her life, she sees Michael in her thoughts. I pray Michael haunts Jennifer and Jarrod in everything they do, whether awake or asleep. I also, pray that Jennifer can never sleep again. I pray that when she closes her eyes, Michael is there. I pray that her daughter will never know that she has a murderer for a Mom. I pray, not for the death penalty, but that she spends the rest of life behind bars. Death would be too easy. I, also, pray for her family. They do not deserve this either. Her family does not deserve a murderer.

Both are responsible for their choices that night. Jarrod chose to drive Jennifer to our home. Jennifer chose to bring a gun to our home. Jennifer chose to shoot Michael twice. (Only a coward would shoot a person in the back of the head and again at very close range in the chest (this is what the mortician told me - very close range). Jarrod and Jennifer chose to drive from our home. Jennifer and Jarrod chose to leave Michael dying on our livingroom floor. Jennifer and Jarrod chose not to dial 911. Jarrod and Jennifer chose to take the life of my son.  All of these were their choices, and I pray that their punishment for these choices is the rest of their life is in prison with no possibility of parole.  That would be my choice and since Michael has no choice anymore, this is my choice for Michael. 

Do I hate them? Am I a vindictive person? Most of you that know me, know I am not.  I am so angry right now, I really don't know what my true feelings are. What I do know, however, is that I want justice for my son, Michael.  He did not deserve this.  I pray that justice will be served and I know justice will prevail. 


FYI: I will be updating what's happening with Jennifer Kay Stull and Jarrod Lee Davis through the court system in the section: His Timeline. Also, if there is anyone out there that knows the truth about Jarrod and his connection that night, please call Detective Massey at the Rialto Police Department (909) 820-2524. Please, Michael's Mom.
 

Update on Jarrod: He testified at the Preliminary Hearing for the prosecution and was released. Since I was not allowed into the Courtroom for the Preliminary Hearing and I did not hear his testimony, I can't judge him. If he is guilty of this crime, God will judge him and punish him at Judgement Day. There is nothing more I can do about Jarrod. 

   


And God Said

I said,
“God, I hurt,”
And God said,
“I know.”

I said, “God,
I cry a lot.”
And God said,
“That is why I gave you tears.”

I said, “God,
I am so depressed.”
And God said,
“That is why I gave you sunshine.”

I said,
“God, life is so hard.”
And God said,
“That is why I gave you loved ones.”

I said,
“God, my Son died.”
And God said,
“So did mine.”

I said,
“God, it is such a loss.”
And God said,
“I saw my Son nailed to the cross.”

I said,
“God, but your son lives.”
And God said,
“So does yours.”

I said,
“God, where is he now.”
And God said,
“Mine is on my right and yours is in the Light.”

I said, “God, it hurts.”
And God said, “I know.”




 Messages from Michael:                                                           
 
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me 

If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see, 
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me, and how much I love you,
and each time that you think of me I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready in heaven far above,
and that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
for all life, I’d always thought I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do.
it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for a while,
I’d say goodbye and hug you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I’d miss come tomorrow.
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven’s gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity and all I’ve promised you,
Today your life on earth is past but here it’s starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last.
and since each day’s the same, there’s no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful, so trusting, so true.
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.
And you have been forgiven and now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand and share my life with me?"
So if tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,
 for every time you think of me, please know I’m in your heart.
Author Unknown


 
He Only Took My Hand 

Last night while I was trying to sleep,
My son's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around
But he did not appear.
He said, "Mama you've got to listen,
You've got to understand,
God didn't take me from you, Mama,
He only took my hand.
When I called out in pain that night,
The instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand,
And pulled me to His side.
He pulled me up and saved me
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside,
I could never be the same.
My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within.
All the answers to my empty dreams
And all that might have been.
I love you so and miss you so,
And I'll always be nearby.
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die!
And so, you must go on now,
Live one day at a time.
Just understand-
God did not take me from you,
He only took my hand."
Author Unknown 



   
My Mama, The Survivor

My Mama is a Survivor, This I Know Is True.
I Know In Time, My Mama Will Survive My Murder.
I Can See My Mama Crying When No One Is Around.
I Can Hear My Mama Telling Me She Loves Me.
This I Always Knew.
I Can Hear My Mama Calling My Name,
Missing Me So.
I Can Hear My Mama Calling Out, Why?
And No Answers There Are.
I Can See My Mama On My Memorial Websites,
What A Great Job She Did.
I Know This Is How My Mama,
 Is Keeping My Memory Alive,
I Know This Is How My Mama Is Surviving
One Day At a Time.
I Can See My Mama On Other Angel Memorial Websites,
Lighting Candles and Praying.
My Mama Trying to Survive One Day At A Time.
I Know, Mama, You Wanted To Say Goodbye.
It’s Okay Mama.
I Know, Mama, They Would Not Let You Near.
I Know, Mama, This is Breaking Your Heart.
I Want You to Know, Mama, I Was Not Alone,
Jesus Had His Arms Around Me.
I Know There Were Things I Had To Do
These Things Will Remain Undone.
Mama, I Am Now Your Guardian Angel. 
Mama I Love You.
Please Be Patient My Family and Friends
 With My Mama For She Will Never Be
The Same, Give Her Time, For You See
My Mama, The Survivor, Has a Broken Heart
That Even Time Will Not Heal.

Words for My Mama
Written in Heaven & Sent By An Angel
 Michael Anthony Ribaudo, Sr.
Sent September 15, 2006




To My Brother, Michael

If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my brother’s arms
and tell him they're from his sis

Tell him I love him and miss him,
Everyday of the week,
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for awhile.

Because remembering him is easy,
I can’t let go of my brother,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.

I love you brother and missing you
So much.

Love, Your Sis 

                                 
    



I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name

All I have are memories and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part
God has you in His Keeping; I have you in my heart. 














  
 
            









    
    




Michael, My Son

On the Night God took you from me,
The pain in my heart was unbearable,
I wanted to hug you, tell you I loved you,
And let you know that I was here,
And everything would be okay.
But you see, I didn't get that chance,
They would not allow me near you.
You see, I was told it was a crime scene,
And I might mess up evidence.
My son, Michael, what had happened?

Your family and friends kept a vigil
throughout the rest of that night,
and well into the next day.
Your family and friends would not leave,
But, still I was not allowed to see you.
I could not tell you that I loved you.

I wonder where the time went?
I still need more time with you.
Your sons and family need more time.
I ask a lot of whys??
No one has any answers.
And still there are no answers.

With people all around me
I feel alone inside,
A part of me died when your were taken,
Words of comfort, just words,
No one seems to know what to say,
And the words don’t matter,
They are just words,
No one knows how I feel.
My heart is breaking
Michael, My Son, you see was murdered.
I can’t seem to hide,

I thought I might be dreaming
I thought I'd awake and find you here,
I thought "This can't be happening,
It’s a dream and I would wake soon."
My Son, Michael, I am awake
And I still can’t believe you are gone.

Again I wiped away the tears,
On the day that you were laid to rest
Again my heart broke,
It was so unfair, such a cruel and vicious act.
Again, I am filled with anger.
I want you home with us.

I wonder if the pain will end,
And mostly, I wonder when??
It's hard to be without you,
Hear your voice,
See your smile,
See those blue eyes,
Tell you I love you.
And wish there was more time to tell you
How very important you were to me
And how much I Loved You.

There are so many days and nights
that seem so long,
Especially, when I am alone.
Sometimes, I just sit crying,
I’m missing you so much.
I wish we'd had more time
It was so unfair that your life ended
So tragically..
And, Again Why???

I know God has his arms around you
And holding you close
And keeping you safe
And above all no more pain.

I love and miss you
My Son, Michael.

Mom
August 22, 2006

                         
      


    
                      







Do you think  Domestic Violence Against Men is a joke? Take a look at the following Website:
 http://www.ejfi.org/DV/dv-44.htm#DVmen 
Is Domestic Violence Against Men as publicized As Domestic Violence Against Women? I don't think so. Yes, this is definitely becoming a big Social Issue and should be taken seriously. Our sons also need to be protected. My son would still be alive today if the roles had been reversed. Nobody took my son's murderer threats serious and now my son is dead. Man or Woman - Neither has that right. Violence is Violence.

The National Organization of Parents of
Murdered Children, Inc.
100 E. Eighth St, B-41
Cincinnati,Oh 45202
Phone (513)721-5683 Fax(513)345-4489
natlpomc@aol.com
POMC@aol.com 


MOTHERS OF MURDERED SONS/DAUGHTERS
http://moms.memorial-of-love.net

http://www.murdervictims.com/Voices/voices.html




 
I have cried a million tears and prayed a million prayers, but I have accepted, not agreeing, that God had better plans for Michael.  Even though Michael's death was horrible, God knew he needed another Angel.  Michael was so tired and now he is finally at rest. I pray that Michael did not suffer and Jesus was holding him in his arms that fatal night.  The last time My Son needed me and I was not there.  I will carry this with me the rest of my life.
Fly High With the Angels, My Son.
January 17, 2007

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Michael will live on through us.   Never to be forgotten.

Arrived In Heaven - Read by Jennifer Reynolds at Michael's Candle Lite Service on June 29th, 2006  


To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author) 


 
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