Death date: Mar 2, 2007
Raymond Elp was born in Tacoma, Washington on September 9, 1920 and died March 2, 2007 at home, after living in Tacoma and Puyallup his entire life.He was preceded in death by his wife Mabel after more than 60 years of Marriage, p Read Obituary
I remember Ray fondly. I preached Mabel's funeral and after that saw Ray several times. He used to walk by the home in Puyallup where we had our Sunday evening Bible study, look in to see if I was there and stop and visit. I also had dinner with him many times at the Old Country Buffet. A wonderful man. He will be missed. May God give you His comfort and blessing.
Larry Redelsperger##imported-begin##Larry Redelsperger##imported-end##
Ray and Mabel were friends of my Mom and Step-dad. They came to some of our gatherings and we really enjoyed visiting with them. They were such nice people. Ray took such loving care of Mabel, I'm so thankful for the times we saw them.##imported-begin##Karen Isenberg##imported-end##
Words cannot express the feeling of loss that I feel losing Uncle Ray. He always shared the family stories that my Dad wouldn't tell. I will always miss you and your stories. Thanks for being a great Uncle, I enjoyed the time we had together. May you rest in peace. Love Always,##imported-begin##Dennis Corbett##imported-end##
Our prayers and best wishes are with you. He is going to be solely missed by us all, especially during our meal time visits at the "Buffet".##imported-begin##Howard & Joy Bailey##imported-end##
Good bye Grandpa
I find an old photograph
and see your smile.
As I feel your presence anew,
I am filled with warmth
and my heart remembers love.
I read an old card
sent many years ago
during a time of turmoil and confusion.
The soothing words written then
still caress my spirit
and bring me peace.
I remember who you used to be
the laughter we shared
and wonder what you have become.
Where are you now,
Where did you go,
When the body is left behind
and the spirit is released to fly?
Perhaps you are the morning bird
singing joyfully at sunrise,
or the butterfly that dances
so carelessly on the breeze
or the rainbow of colors
that brightens a stormy sky
or the fingers of afternoon mist
delicately reaching over the mountains
or the final few rays of the setting sun
lighting up the skies
edging the clouds with a magical glow.
I miss your being
but I feel your presence,
In whatever form you choose to take,
however you now choose to be.
Your spirit has become for me
a guardian angel on high
guiding, advising, and watching over me.
I remember you.
You are with me
and I am not afraid.##imported-begin##Heatherann Marie Bjork##imported-end##
