In Loving Memory

Helen Hornaday

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,

A special message from Ron

May 19, 2001 
My family and myself would like to say Thank-you so very much for all 
of your nice wishes for our mother. She passed away Saturday 
morning from heart failure. We will miss her so much but we know in 
our hearts that  she is in a better place now, with God and all of her 
angels that she loved so much.  Again, Thank-you to all.
Sincerely, 
Ron Hornaday and the entire Hornaday Family

Here is Helen (Ron's Mother) at California Speedway, April 2001.

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A special Poem

When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on the pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry. People disappear,
but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during
the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows
and also the  sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind songs,
they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
-Ashley