Pap je word zo erg gemist door ons allemaal.
je liefhebbende dochter Fenna.Ik hou van jou.

The best Daddy and Poppy, who was kind, loving, and giving. He could not even harm a mouse or a bee. He made a bed and a swing for my dolls. He loved us all unconditionally. I do not wish him back to suffer, but I miss him very much.

He was a good man. Too bad he had to leave us the way that he did. It is such a tragedy to see a friend die that way. AIDS is such a tragedy to us all, the victim and his/her friends and family

I woke up this morning and all was good,
Things felt like the way they should.
I had good dreams and I slept very well,
I got a story I would like to tell.
Back in September of 93,
A little miracle came to me,
Her name is Ann-Marie,
When I saw her, my eyes were opened wide,
She was so gorgeous, my heart and my pride.
She loved me and I loved her,
She was the best thing that happened to me, for sure
I knew that she was born to win,
She was very proud of her Indian Skin
She was a precious gift that I truly adore,
I have love in my heart for you Babe, forever more
I Love you my Dear and please remember,
I will love you Babe, always and forever.

Love Always,

Your Daddy
Vincent B. Abeita

To my dear Mother with love I send,

A poem for you, my best friend.

I'll never forget the days that we spent together,
Because they are etched in my mind and heart forever.
You're missed dearly by those you left behind,
Mama, you were the best and truly one-of-a-kind.
I think of you always and the things you used to do,
It's hard for me to live my life without you.
My mind often drifts to the days when you were here,
I sit and close my eyes and I can hear you real clear.
Teaching me right from wrong when I was just a kid,
And telling me to try my best in everything I did.
When troubles arose, I could always count on you,
To be there with open arms and a love so true.
You always loved me no matter what I've done,
I thank the Lord for letting me be your son.
When you passed it felt like my whole life was destroyed,
In my heart there will always be this enormous void.
I know one of these days everything will be better,
That's when we will finally be together.
I want you to remember Mama, my love for you will never end,
Because you were not only my Mother, but you were also my best friend.

So until my days on earth ends and my life will cease,
Watch over me Mama and please rest in peace.

With all My Love,

Vincent Benjamin Abeita

Genealogist and Friend. You are sorely missed. Words are hard to come by. Few people can touch others unseen the way you did. In times of deepest trouble you were there with a kind word and uncommon strength. In your darkest hours, you spread joy and humor. This is a true measure of a man and we are all the better for your presence. For you Jim, "They that love beyond the world can not be separated by it. Death can not kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record, of their friendship... Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still... This is the comfort of firends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present because immortal (~William Penn) Love and miss you Jim, As always cousin, Linda Beauchamp

You slipped away peacefully, now comforted from so much pain.You'll always be in my heart,until we meet again. Forever your twin sister.

Love Kylie.

My Peter Pan boy, now you'll never have to grow up. The second star to the right shines in the night for you. To tell you that the dreams you have really can come true. The second star to the right shines with a light so rare, and if it's Never Land you need, this light will lead you there. And when our journey is through, each time we say good night, we'll thank the little star that shines, the second on the right...I miss you so, my first born, my magic boy, mamap.s. joey, if there is a 'net' in heaven, please send email to me or chris or micheal or josh!

On 23rd May 1932 in London, Jeannie Iris Angel Christine Jane Ruskin was born, Jeannie was a lovely bonny baby, as she grew she was full of energy, bright and a treasure to have around. She had a particular love of horses, she had a horse of her own, which saved her life when she was 4, as she fell into the horses drinking barrel head first, he pulled her out. They had a very special bond. Jeannie's childhood was much like any child; she was evacuated during the war. Jeannie eventually joined the RAF, and during this time she was sent to reading, she was nicknamed Johnny by her friends. While there she met a man called Alan Clifford Abery, and they started courting. Alan was a chef and Jeannie would meet him while he was working, she would sit on top of a pile of potatoes, and he would get her something to eat until he finished. Jeannie would tell a story of when she first started going out with Alan. When they would be out anywhere and they would cross a road, Alan would put his hand on Jeannie's bottom and go OOPS, Jeannie never said anything for quite a while. Then one day when Alan did it, she asked him why he kept putting his hand on her bottom and go OOPS when they crossed a road. Alan in a very serious tone said, its so your bottom doesn't hit the curb when you step down. Jeannie promptly belted him with her handbag, then they both laughed, she loved Alan's Humour. Jeannie & Alan left the RAF and decided to get married.
So on 5th October 1957 Alan & Jeannie became husband and wife. Alan and Jeannie never thought they could have children but on 30th December 1959 they had a baby girl and called her Fay, then on 2nd December 1961 they had a boy and called him Stuart. They thought their family was complete, but on 10th January 1964 they had another girl and called her Zoe. With this their family was complete. Alan & Jeannie concentrated on bringing their children up. Jeannie's children grew up and had children of their own, and she loved her grandchildren. In 1990 Jeannie's husband Alan died, she missed Alan badly, but she continued with daily life and slowly found a new lease of life. Jeannie had lots of friends, whom she was very fond of; she led a very busy life. She loved her garden and spent many hours working in it, she had her clubs where she would meet her friends. Jeannie's health in later years was not too good, she had lots of medical problems, but never let them get her down. As time went on she kept falling over, and getting lots of chest infections, which took longer time, and more antibiotics to clear up. But Jeannie was a fighter, she wouldn't give up, and so she always managed to fight them off. Then on 27th August 2005 Jeannie fell out of bed and broke her leg. She was taken to the Royal Berkshire Hospital, where they
Pinned he leg, she recovered well from the operation, and was looking forward to going home, As Jeannie didn't like hospitals and wouldn't eat their food.
But then Jeannie came down with a chest infection, which the doctors did not know if she could beat, but being the fighter Jeannie was she pulled through. With that Jeannie was sent to Wokingham hospital for rehabilitation, After a few days she felt fine and wanted to go home, and Jeannie being Jeannie didn't care what the doctors said she felt fine. So she was going home and arranged the day to be picked up, and taken home. But on that day before she had the chance to be picked up, Jeannie became very poorly and was rushed back to the Royal Berkshire Hospital, they made her stable and the next day they told us that they did not expect her to make it through the night. Jeannie has got double pneumonia, chest infection in both lungs and an infection in her blood. But as Jeannie had done before she fought and pulled through to everyone's surprise, and relief. Jeannie started to improve leaps and bounds, she was still weak but looked very much better, and wanted to go home but time she new it was not time. Each day Jeannie improved, and was back to her old self, and joking about. Then suddenly Jeannie took a turn for the worse, the doctors told us, that although they had given Jeannie everything they could, the pneumonia and chest infection and not improved at all. And as Jeannie was not improving, but getting worse, the doctors felt that the kindest thing for Jeannie was to let nature take its course, but keep her comfortable and free from pain, until she died.
Over the next few days her daughter Zoe and granddaughter Melissa, stayed by her bedside all day, every day. Her family and friends also came to see her, and finally on 3rd October 2005 with her daughters Fay & Zoe and granddaughter Melissa
by her side, Jeannie passed away very peacefully
in her sleep.

Jeannie was a wonderful woman, don't get me wrong, she wasn't perfect, she like all of us all, had her faults, but she was still very special, she cared for others and would always help anyone if she could. Jeannie was a lovley special person and was loved by her family and friends and will be missed so very much by all.

Mum sleep peacefully, you deserve it, we love you so much, we will never forget you, you will always and forever be in our hearts.

Sleep Peacefully Sweetheart, I love you

On 23rd May 1932 in London, Jeannie Iris Angel Christine Jane Ruskin was born, Jeannie was a lovely bonny baby, as she grew she was full of energy, bright and a treasure to have around. She had a particular love of horses, she had a horse of her own, which saved her life when she was 4, as she fell into the horses drinking barrel head first, he pulled her out. They had a very special bond. Jeannie's childhood was much like any child; she was evacuated during the war. Jeannie eventually joined the RAF, and during this time she was sent to reading, she was nicknamed Johnny by her friends. While there she met a man called Alan Clifford Abery, and they started courting. Alan was a chef and Jeannie would meet him while he was working, she would sit on top of a pile of potatoes, and he would get her something to eat until he finished. Jeannie would tell a story of when she first started going out with Alan. When they would be out anywhere and they would cross a road, Alan would put his hand on Jeannie's bottom and go OOPS, Jeannie never said anything for quite a while. Then one day when Alan did it, she asked him why he kept putting his hand on her bottom and go OOPS when they crossed a road. Alan in a very serious tone said, its so your bottom doesn't hit the curb when you step down. Jeannie promptly belted him with her handbag, then they both laughed, she loved Alan's Humour. Jeannie & Alan left the RAF and decided to get married.
So on 5th October 1957 Alan & Jeannie became husband and wife. Alan and Jeannie never thought they could have children but on 30th December 1959 they had a baby girl and called her Fay, then on 2nd December 1961 they had a boy and called him Stuart. They thought their family was complete, but on 10th January 1964 they had another girl and called her Zoe. With this their family was complete. Alan & Jeannie concentrated on bringing their children up. Jeannie's children grew up and had children of their own, and she loved her grandchildren. In 1990 Jeannie's husband Alan died, she missed Alan badly, but she continued with daily life and slowly found a new lease of life. Jeannie had lots of friends, whom she was very fond of; she led a very busy life. She loved her garden and spent many hours working in it, she had her clubs where she would meet her friends. Jeannie's health in later years was not too good, she had lots of medical problems, but never let them get her down. As time went on she kept falling over, and getting lots of chest infections, which took longer time, and more antibiotics to clear up. But Jeannie was a fighter, she wouldn't give up, and so she always managed to fight them off. Then on 27th August 2005 Jeannie fell out of bed and broke her leg. She was taken to the Royal Berkshire Hospital, where they
Pinned he leg, she recovered well from the operation, and was looking forward to going home, As Jeannie didn't like hospitals and wouldn't eat their food.
But then Jeannie came down with a chest infection, which the doctors did not know if she could beat, but being the fighter Jeannie was she pulled through. With that Jeannie was sent to Wokingham hospital for rehabilitation, After a few days she felt fine and wanted to go home, and Jeannie being Jeannie didn't care what the doctors said she felt fine. So she was going home and arranged the day to be picked up, and taken home. But on that day before she had the chance to be picked up, Jeannie became very poorly and was rushed back to the Royal Berkshire Hospital, they made her stable and the next day they told us that they did not expect her to make it through the night. Jeannie has got double pneumonia, chest infection in both lungs and an infection in her blood. But as Jeannie had done before she fought and pulled through to everyone's surprise, and relief. Jeannie started to improve leaps and bounds, she was still weak but looked very much better, and wanted to go home but time she new it was not time. Each day Jeannie improved, and was back to her old self, and joking about. Then suddenly Jeannie took a turn for the worse, the doctors told us, that although they had given Jeannie everything they could, the pneumonia and chest infection and not improved at all. And as Jeannie was not improving, but getting worse, the doctors felt that the kindest thing for Jeannie was to let nature take its course, but keep her comfortable and free from pain, until she died.
Over the next few days her daughter Zoe and granddaughter Melissa, stayed by her bedside all day, every day. Her family and friends also came to see her, and finally on 3rd October 2005 with her daughters Fay & Zoe and granddaughter Melissa
by her side, Jeannie passed away very peacefully
in her sleep.

Jeannie was a wonderful woman, don't get me wrong, she wasn't perfect, she like all of us all, had her faults, but she was still very special, she cared for others and would always help anyone if she could. Jeannie was a lovely special person and was loved by her family and friends and will be missed so very much by all.

Mum sleep peacefully, you deserve it, we love you so much, we will never forget you, you will always and forever be in our hearts.

Sleep Peacefully Sweetheart

In loving memory of Rosa Abney our mother who we lost suddenly of cancer. Their isn`t a day goes by that you're not missed and loved. I know you would approve of this memorial. Deciated by Gladys, Jayme, and Jason Twyman. Surived by 8 children. Gladys Twyman, Mildred Lovelace, June Sargent, Maryann Mason, Jesselene Mcginnis, Ruth Proffitt, Butch Abney, Jesse Abney. Several grandchildren, great grandchildren, brothers and sisters.

We miss you Dad. You were a guiding light. We all will meet again in heaven. Luv you.

The most remarkable daughter a mother could hope for. Loving considerate and a best friend. You will always be with me. Love Mommy

Thom, your life was my life. Although we shared only 11 years together, the course of my life was altered from the day I met you. Beside you, I could see myself. You were my contrast, my reflection. The miracle of our meeting was the stuff dreams are made of. How our lives came together -- the biggest mystery and gift I have ever known. Together east and west -- we balanced so deliciously. I miss you dearly. Only nothingness and pain takes your place. I am filled with emptiness and lack of direction by the loss of you. In spirit I know you are with the girls and I. We need you and love you desperately. You with the sparkling eyes and bright smile. Sunshine and moonglow combined. We long to be with you again. But until then we keep you alive in our thoughts and prayers. You are warmth, you are life, you continue to bring us peace.

Grandpa, we all miss you so much. Grandma still cries for you but I know it will get better someday. I love you Grandpa and I'm sorry I didn't tell you that the last time I saw you eventhough I wanted to. Baby Joel was born on December 3,2002. He is healthy and strong and growing so big. You would be proud. I wish that he could have met you but I know that you see him. We love you.

A nice old guy, didn't have a hair on his head, one of the best elderly friends I ever had. Worked in Funcade in Delco Plaza Mall, York, PA, with his dear wife Edith, and I'd go play games there and visit with him when I'd come home for weekends from Bellefonte, PA. I'd call to see if he was at the arcade, and he'd tell me, "Come on out; they're beating the hell out of these damn games!!" Bill, I really miss you and all the great times we've shared. Love always, your buddy, Edward