Aunt Cynthia, i have so many memories of you most are when I was a kid. The summers staying at grandmas house  You loved listening to the oldies. Hanging out in the bedroom talking , doing our hair and make-up. One summer grandma asked me to bring you to the backyard to sunbath with me. We were out there for hours. 
Your greatest joy was Christopher, my son you would call him. 
Rest in peace Cynthia.

I can remember times when we were in your room listening to Jimmy Crack Corn on the record player. I can remember when I picked up a book called “My Brag Book” it was a photo album full of nothing but pictures of me. I must have been 4 years old or younger. I was surprised to see it. It showed me at that young age how much you loved me. I can remember when you were on the phone talking to your friend, I believe it was a co worker of yours, and we would pass messages to each other saying “Your full of baloney” I can remember when we were out in the front yard playing at night by the tree. It was a fun memorable night. A few days later they cut that tree down. That made me sad. I can remember when I got in trouble with Mama, and she hit me, then you stood up to her and said “That’s  my son!”and got hit too. I can remember one night you had ran away and me and Mama drove around looking for you and we found you walking down the street. 

I have fun memories, I have sad memories. The saddest memory I have was seeing my mom get sick right in front of me as time past and not understanding why this was happening to you. As a child it was hard for me to understand why. We were having fun doing things together, then things changed. I’m so sorry that you got sick. I imagine how life would have been if we could have had been a healthy family. 

I remember when Mama was taking care of you and I would go to your room and make you laugh. I remember we would take you to the store with us in your wheelchair. We would all sit at the table and have dinner together. I remember when I took Eric to go visit you, to meet his Grandma. We were driving one day and he had asked about you, he remembered you. I wish I had visited you more. I felt like I couldn’t go alone. Like I needed someone to be there with me. Now all chances are gone. I may not have been a good son, but I promise to be the best Dad that I could be to your Grandson. I love you & miss you & I hope you are all better now❤️

Dearest Cynthia,
Growing up I remember us all getting together at Nanas' house. She always had you dolled up in your pretty sweaters and fancy slippers. I remember you always had such a beautiful smile and you would laugh at just about anything silly. Me, Bea and Chris would always come to your room and visit and try to make you say funny things, I think one time we even recorded you! Your room was full of pretty things and you were always listening to your "oldies" songs... When we got older I tried to make sure I played you your favorite songs when we visited... I wish I had the chance to get to know you better. You sounded like such a fun and beautiful soul. What gives me peace is that you are no longer suffering and that you get to be with Nanas again. Know that you were loved very much and even though we didn't see each other as often as we'd like, you will be deeply missed. I'll remember you and your laugh forever❤️ Love, Mary

I remember growing up with you my dear Cynthia. I remember sharing a bed with you in the living room (because our house was too full for us to have our own room) in the scary room and finally in the nice room. I was treated to you dancing and singing your favorite songs in front of the mirror. I remember you tickling me until I cried. I remember you tying my long braid to the bottom bunk bed.  Ayyy  sisters! I remember you had an abalone ring I loved and one Christmas morning I unwrapped it from you. You taught me how to dance to "Roller Coaster of love". You used to play Spanish music like Angelica Maria and you knew all the words. You loved animals. You had more than 30 hamsters at one time and all of them had a name that started with "Ben".  Benicca, Bensie, Benji etc.... your kitty that you loved, "Ninis". All the parakeets that we had that got eaten by Si-am (our very good hunter cat). I remember how excited you were to be having a baby (Christopher) and how you let me give him his middle name ❤.  So many memories. That is the way I will remember you Sister. I will forever be sorry for the suffering you endured in your later years. May you rest in peace comforted in Mom's arms and in the company of Teresa and Richard. I will miss you and think of you always. I love you, Bo

We will always cherish the time we had with you. Love You.

I Cynthia.... My Auntie🙏🏻💜I remember way back when I was little you had a I believe blue celica.. We went on a drive &  it was a carefree kinda moment ... YOU turned up the radio when 🎵 “Super Freak.. Super Freak.Super Freaking out 🎶 😂 came on😜  I remember on my visits to see Mom .. I Always talked to you & did your hair & make up.. those are good memories I will hold close to my heart.. I love You sweet aunt Cynthia fly free 🕊 your in gods hands of Peace in your everyday🦋 Love Brandi 🐾🌻💜

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Cynthia Clifford

June 29, 1959 – July 28, 2021

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