Hey great grandpa! I miss you, your whole family misses you, Greatgrandma sits up every night waiting for you to call out to her, she says she still sees you but everytime she tries to kiss you, you go away....Why?
Just give her the assurance your in a much better place and you happy....okay grandpa, will you do that for me?
Remeber during your open casket when greatgrandma told me to kiss you cuz I was crying? Well i'm glad I did kiss you, if gave my some assurance, give it to grandma now...I love you and will never forget you and im so sad that your going to miss my sweet sixteen and my graduation and my marrage and your great geat grandchild....but I know your happier now, and i'm glad you stuck with me for my so long, I love you to peices!
Love,
Lindsi N. Miller

For my little brother David.....So many years have gone by since you were taken from us so tragically & fast. There was no time time to say Goodbye. I don't think I ever can say goodbye. You are always in my heart & mind. Especially when I see my two Sons growing up before my very eyes.Chris is so much like you it's almost uncanny. He's got your walk,your build,your hands & even your funny bent second toe! He was also blessed with your wonderful,sometimes strange,sense of humor! You would be so proud of him! He will always be your "Main Munchkin"! We will NEVER stop missing you David.For the rest of our lives. I Love You Always Your Sister, Linda

Born and raised in and around Rockford, IL, Gene arrived in So. California on the 20th of September 1958. Almost immediately he garnered the attention of the great country music stars and western heros of the time: Johnny Bond, Jimmy Wakely, Tex Williams, Lash Larue and others. Gene launched his career in country music-his one true love! For the remainder of his life, Gene was the greatest promoter of country music memorabila, records and photos was in demand by publications around the world. Gene performed at hundreds of shows and over his career raised thoughsands of dollars for charities thoughout So. California. He served as Vice Presidenet of the John Edwards Memorial Foundation, UCLA: the academy of Country Music, Hollywood, CA. and was the recepient of numerous awards for his humanitarian work. We'll mis you dad. Bear hugs from your daughters- Laura, Diana and DeDe

Shawn was quick witted, scary intelligent and just an all around complex, wonderful human being. He went on to his next journey on May 27th of 2011. He fought the good fight and he will forever be missed! The loss of you weighs heavily on me as it does many people who knew you. And until we meet again, you take care my friend and peace wherever you are! See you when I see you.. God Speed love to you xxxooo..

Eleanor Painter Beardsley Beloved Wife, Mother, and Grandmother.

WE LOVE YOU

Auntie Margy, you were always there for us, our friend, our second Mum, our guardian angel.
Thank you for being such a wonderful, kind, caring, thoughtful, gentle Auntie to us and Great Aunt to our children- we will all miss you and never forget you.
Thank you for veing such a friend to mum.
We hope you are in heaven now with Mum and Dad, Nan and Granddad telling them about all we've been up to.

Rest In Peace Dear Auntie - we love you.

Love
Al & Rebecca, Mal & Barbara, Dave & Natalie, Mel and Ian, Joanne & Andy and our children Robert, Julie, Paul, David, Laura, David, Beth, Harry, Steven and Jenny XXXX

Daddy, you meant so much to me. My life changed irrevocably the day you died so suddenly. I know it was meant to be that way but I can't help wondering. I am so sorry you never lived to see me grow up, or marry, or to meet your granddaughter. But I know you know everything from where you are.

I have always tried to emulate the example you set; by being kind, honest and fair. I believe I mostly succeed. I spend my life helping and teaching others and raising my family in the way you taught me.

God bless you

Rachel

Valentino was a very special gift from God. He came into my life when I most needed him. He was born on the very night of the day that I lost my best friend ,Sierra. This little "Furbaby" brought such joy and comfort. He was always there, most times before I could even sit down. He gave with all of his little heart. He was so sweet and loveable and he always knew how to make me smile. He died very tragically, so innocently at the hands of a toy,made to bring him pleasure. It is so unfair that he be taken from us and especially on his first birthday. I know he was sent by God to ease the pain of the loss of my Sierra. I suppose he was my little Guardian Angel..merely a loan from God....not mine to keep. His brother Dekie and I will miss our little "Bubbers" and he shall forever remain in our hearts. God Bless you littlest angel...Valentino. Born January 11th, 1999-Gone back to heaven where he came from January 11th, 2000.

Dad I miss you so very much, you now have 2 grandchildren from me and Kim,,....love your son Chuck

Loving Mother and Best Friend. You were taken long before your time! I miss you Mom!! Sonya

Will alway love you and miss you.

May he finally rest in peace and be released from all the pain and suffering.

There is not a day that goes by where your name is not brought up by someone whether it is for something you helped them with or some silly thing you did or said. Each time I see someone in hunting clothes I think of you and when your neice shot her first Buck she was thinking of you. You touched so many many lives in the 20 years you were with us. We may not understand why you had to leave but we do believe you are watching over us. We all miss you more than anything and think of you every day. Brother if only I could tell you how much you mean to me one more time. We love you Christopher James (kippy)

Fighter Pilot-USAAF & USAF retired, Christian Educator

Donna Becker was a mother of six children. A wife for 47 years. She was a wonderful mother and friend. She died of Lou Gehrigs at the age of 66. We love you mom and always will! Love from your daughters and sons

We miss you more than anyone will ever know. We miss your laugh, your smile, and hearing you talk to little Randi.We know that you are hanging out with Jesus..as Brian always says...boy he misses you...his big brother...his best friend...his buddy forever...we all miss your imitation of Edward G. Robinson that you and Brian did all the time..Brian still does it... Your dad... he misses talking and laughing with his buddy....He and Brian both miss golfing with you. He cherishes you... Little Randi looks just like you...she even has your mannerisms...your laugh...your spirit..I know that you watch over her. I miss your.."I love you, Mom'...your laugh...your kindness...your precious spirit. You were on this earth for 27 years, but you are our son, brother and daddy forever. I am so thankful that you knew Jesus as your savior, and that you are with him. Someday, we will all be together, Tim, and oh, what a glorious reunion. You are my precious son and angel on "loan" from God. I love and miss you dearly...Mom

Thinking of you often. I know you are at peace. What a great sister, mother & friend you were. I can still feel the wonderfull embrace of love we shared on the night you died. Miss you so very much. I ask you to forgive me for anything I may have done in the past to upset you. I can feel your presence at times. it's weird...a street light will all of the sudden go on, or I will get a great parking place. then there are the times I feel that someone is touching me ever so lightly on the back and I know that is you. I feel all warm inside because I know you are near (the first time it happened it scared me but now I cherish those moments!) Remember how much we love you and miss you. Take care and watch over us! Love you sister debbie :-)

Kaleb Lee Bedwell is now mommy and daddy's little angel.

Jennifer, my sweet, beautiful baby girl. I love you and miss you so very much. I want to tell you how much I enjoyed being your mother, even though, I fell far short of being what you needed. You were my whole world, but, I just didn't know how to let you know. I'm trying to remember the good times..the way I could always make you laugh and what joy I got out of that. I remember the total awsomness of giving birth to you and how your dad snuck into the nursery to bring you to me. The wonder of holding you for the first time. I wish I could have seen your pain in time to help you. When you presented me with my beautiful granddaughter, Jessica Nichole, I have never known a more special moment in my life. To actually hold your little daughter. I promise I will be in her life all that I can and I will always tell her stories of her beautiful, wonderful mother who I had the great priviledge and honor to have as my daughter. I thank God for giving you life and although it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, I thank Him for taking you out of your pain, back into His arms and for sharing you with me if only for such a short time. You are still alive in my heart and my memories.So. Sleep Silent Angel, Go To Sleep.

We all really miss you Alison and think about you all the time....You were a very special friend to everyone who knew you. Love forever, Julie & Jill

Well, NOEL(!), the first year is almost up and I don't think a day has gone by without thinking of you. Let's hope you have gone to a better place, with better beer, and hope you still share in our laughter of days gone by. You were one hell of a friend, who will never be replaced and will never be forgotten. Thanks for making us smile. See you at the bar, mines a pint! Lots and Lots of Love, God Bless - Jill and Julie xxx

Oh Mum, you went so suddenly,leaving us with so many things unsaid.
Did you know you were going to leave? You always wanted us all together; well we were there with you when you passed away, as you have always been there for us, our children and our childrens children all along.
The love you gave went far beyond our family - everyone remembers " what a lovely women". Always a smile for babies, a kind word to stangers, always concerned.
You took such pleasure in seeing us do well; Always there to pick us up when things went wrong, to dust us down, and to heal our wounds with your love.
What will we do with out you to keep us together?
We hope that you are now reunited with Dad, happy at last to be with him again - you should have been together longer in this life.
We will miss you Mum, your understanding, your forgiveness, your humour and most of all your love.
Sleep well - We love you.
Alistair & Rebecca, Mal & Barbara, Dave & Natalie, Melanie & Ian, Joanne & Andy, Paul,Katie, David, Laura, David, Jennifer, Beth, Harry, Steven, Robert, Julie, Lauren, Ryan

You were always there for us, to help and guide us through good times and through bad. You always had a laugh and a joke, the pearl of wisdom that always made sense. We miss you Dad. Thanks for being you Your loving Sons and Daughters Alistair, Malcolm, David, Melanie & Joanne

You were my wife, my friend and my lover; a mother to our beautiful daughter, Laura. I miss you more and more as time goes by. Time doesn't heal anything. I hope that the heaven you belived in is the place where you are now; that you can still see us. I feel your presence in Laura's smile I love you honey Dave

God Bless You

She was sweet and Gentle Mother, Wife, Sister, Grandparent, Great-Grandparent, Educator and Friend to all who were fotunate enough to have crossed paths with her.

Killed By AIDS but not just a Another Stat in the books

On October 23, Jimmy was crossing the street at a crosswalk. While attempting to do so, he collided with a semi (18 wheeler) and suffered from serious head injuries. We were told that he would most likely not make it through the surgery, yet he proved us wrong and held onto life. Finally, on October 31, he was delcared brain dead. Jimmy was a very outgoing child who lived a good 10 years. He had a passion for hockey and was quite good at it. He was just learning how to play to trumpet at school. He enjoyed collection stamps, pogs, and rocks. In the evening he would want to play cards or watch movies with his sister. Also, he went all out for the can food drive, and making peoples life better. Jimmy will always be remembered and forever lives in our hearts. God bless you Jimmy.

Happy Birthday Brent.
If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken, no time to say "goodbye", you were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow, what it meant to love you, no one can ever know. But now I know you want me to mourn for you no more, to remember all the happy times, life still has much in store. Since you'll never be forgotten, I pledge to you today, a hollowed place within my heart is where you'll always stay. I will always love you B. Courtney

Es gibt ein Leben, dessen Faden
Ganz eng verflochten ist dem meinen.
Will das Schicksal ihnen schaden,
So trennt es beide oder keinen.

Es gibt den Leib, in den mein Blick
Sich mit Entzücken oft versenkt;
Bei Tag erfüllt er mich mit Glück,
Und nachts der Traum ihn wiederschenkt.

Es gibt die Stimme, deren Klang
Besänftigt meinen wilden Sinn.
Hör ich der Seraphim Gesang,
Mischt diese Stimme sich in ihn.

Es gibt das Antlitz, dessen Rot
Entflammt wird durch der Liebe Licht
Und das erbleicht, wenn Abschied droht,
Und dann noch mehr von Liebe spricht.

Es gibt die Lippe, die mich küßt,
Doch keinen andern je vorher.
Ich schwor, daß sie mein eigen ist,
Und küsse sie drum mehr und mehr.

Es gibt die Brust, die meiner Qual
So oft ein sanftes Kissen scheint,
Den Mund, der lächelt mir zumal,
Das Aug, das weint, wenn meines weint.

Es gibt zwei Herzen, deren Regung
Möchte immer nur in eins verfließen,
So daß im Einklang der Bewegung
Sie schlagen oder sterben müssen.

Es gibt zwei Seelen, welche immer
Vereint sind, wie ein Strom verrinnt;
Und trennte man sie... trennen? nimmer!
Es trennt sie nichts, denn eins sie sind.

[Lord Byron]

Szeretlek örökre!
Deine Anima

Twins Forever!
I love you Dan.
Your twin sister,
Dorene

I lost my little girl the same day she was born. We had no time to hug and cuddle and play. She was with me one minute and gone the next. I miss you so much sweetheart. Know that I will always love you and will never forget you. You're a special part of me that will exist forever.
Love your Mommy - Channon

Darin Filip was my special little boy that I lost the day he was born (just like his brother and sisters) - rest assured that I will never forget you and I hope that in heaven you are with your grandfather - playing on his knee, and playing with your sister Allison Rose, your brother Morgan and your sister Robin.

Ben Belink leaves behind a family who misses him more and more each day. The world is a sadder place with out him. He is survived by his Wife Sylvia, Daughters Debbie and Sharon, Beloved Grandfather of Randi and Great Grandpa to Ben and Viki Artist, Music lover, Husband, Father, Grandfather, Teacher Best friend.. ALl of these describe him.. Love be with you

Wonderful, Wonderful

Dear Grandma,

I am usually very good with words, you know my mouth I never shut up. But now I find that just the right words fail me completely.

I want to tell you how much you are loved and cherished, and not just because your were grandpa's wife, but because you are Jessie and MY Grandma, And Sharon and Debbie's "mommy", you are a beautiful, even in old age, and you are a lovely person.

I have always considered my self the luckiest person in the world to have you for my grandmother. When I was younger, other kids Grandma's were "old" you were young, at least you seemed to be to me, and you worked, and you could cook.. You never baked me cookies though, you played games with me, you watched me like a hawk when I would ride my big bike, and you would embarrass me by calling out my name when you couldn't hear the wheeles clacking along. When I got older and learned to ride a bike you made sure I checked in, which admittedly at the time I thought it was pain, now I see it was out of love, and keeping safe. You took care of me, even though you had a busy life, and I know you really didn't want to, but you did.. And that too was out of love.

Grandma how I wish I could have kept you safe and taken care of you, protected you from what has happened, but I couldn't. If wishes could come true how happy we would all be for you to get up and give us all the loving grief that you could muster, all the well meant advice that sometimes we all mistook for butting in, all the love that you channeled into making your house a home to all those who came to visit, and some who came stay .

What I wouldn't give to hear you say to me Loose weight, and then make me your famous pot rost because you know how much I love it.

I don't know if any of this makes sence, it's jumbled thoughts and feelings, but I had to let you know how much you are missed by not only me but Ben and Vicki, and all of your family. Who will drive Aunt Debbie "crazy" , and who will my mother "complain" about(good naturedly of course)

Vicki says her favourite person in the whole world is GiGi, she ask about you all the time. Depsite all her faults she is a loving child and those who have that love are truely special.

You were truely special.

You are very precious to me, and I never told you enough how much I love you, I owe you so much, even when we agreed to disagree, which happened more often than not.

You always said I was your world, and You know you and Grandpa were mine, and after Grandpa, well even though it seemed to change it really didn't.

Who was it I wanted with me for that month when first I moved so far away, who was it I could not bare to be parted from for more than a short time, it was you, I still need my Grandma.

It is selfish of me to want you to hang around just for me, and I understand that you must leave us , I won't say good bye because I don't want you to go, but I understand you feel you must. You have been through so much, and I do not want you to suffer, no one does.

I love you , do you remember when I used to call you Ma instead of grandma, I always felt you were more than my Grandma, you were a second mother to me, for that I will always be grateful. I wish I could have been more to you than I am..

Just know that We are always thinking of you, We all love you very much.

All my love, Always, your loving Granddaughter Randi B

Bye, bye my best love.

Doug had so much going for him... Nothing was ever given to him in life: he worked to turn the tables of his future and succeeded where many others had failed... Warm, loving, the best man I'll ever know, and I 'll always love with all my heart. He never had the chance to be a husband, or a father, though I know he would have been great at both. Hon, I guess we're engaged forever. Love you always,your "wife-type", (Miss)Jose van Lieshout

Always kind and gentle in which her soul touched all that she raised. One who will never be forgotten and will continue to live in our memories and hearts.

We miss you so much Jessica. You will be in our hearts forever. Rest in Peace. We love you!
Love always, Melissa & Nancy

Juanita (Sam) M.Bell was known to all as (Sam) or (Granny Sam). Sam was born in Cleveland, Ohio on April, 12 1922 and passed away quietly in her sleep May 25, 1991. She leaves behind her huband of twenty six years Marion C. Bell, her daughter Judy Stone of Chicago, IL., her son John Brinkley of Bradenton, FL.,her step-son William F. Bell of Cleveland, Ohio, a sister, a brother and two grandchildren. Sam was a really nice person. She was very kind, honest and caring. She was a lot of fun to be around, with a robust and joking sense of humor. she was like a second mother to us, we loved her and miss her very much.----IN MEMORY OF A TRULY GREAT FRIEND, REST IN PEACE (SAM)----Your Friends----Betty , Dave and Family

In Loving Memory of Marion C. Bell age 78

Funeral Services for Marion C. Bell who passed away August 8, 2000 were held at 11:00 am Saturday August 12, 2000 at The Davis Funeral Home at 4153 Clark Avenue Willoughby, Ohio with the Reverend Donald L. Leitch of The First Baptist Church of Willowick, Ohio officiating. Marion was interned at The Plains Road Cemetery in Willoughby, Ohio. Marion was the beloved husband of the late Juanita (Esterley) Bell who passed away May 25, 1991. Marion and Juanita were married for over twenty-six years and resided in Willoughby, Ohio. Marion is survived by a son William F. Bell two sisters Marjorie (Fred) McWorter and Avoline (Robert) Martin a Step-Daughter Judy Stone and several grand-children and great-grand children. One sister Vida Grissom and two brothersÂ’ Othe and Rule Bell preceded Marion in death. Marion was born near Albany Kentucky October 19, 1921 to the late Frank and Elica Bell. Marion had retired from TRW's Valve Division of Cleveland, Ohio in 1984 where he was a supervisor in the Quality Control Department. Marion was a great friend and a good guitar, mandolin, and fiddle player. We enjoyed several hundred session playing country music together in the thirty-seven plus years we were the closest of friends. Mr. Bell you are greatly missed. Dave

Miguel, little brother extraordinaire, split this realm for a kindler, gentler universe after being shot by another youth. He is lovingly remembered by all who knew him, and we will cherish his all too brief visit.

In November of 1998 my dear grandpa was diagnosed with a terminal cancer received by pesticides in the army. My grandpa was a funny,smart man,who always knew how to make me laugh,even in the worst times.my grandpa always told me that I was his sunshine,and when I lost him that sunshine turned to complete darkness.The fact that I am 15 and without a grandpa to walk me down the isle,or a grandpa to take his first great granchild fishing breaks my heart into a thousand pieces,but knowing that he died with honors and with all the angels on his side let's me know it will all be o.k. Grandpa you've always been my heart and you will always be I love you so much,say high to nanny,with love,Sunshine. a poem to my heart _________________________ God saw he was getting tired and a cure was not to be So he put his arms around him and whispered "come with me" With tearful eyes we watched him suffer, and saw him fade away Although we loved him dearly we could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best.

It's coming around for your birthday soon and I can't believe you're not here. I always had to give you a funny birthday card. I can still see and hear you laughing when I gave you the card with the monkey on the front which stated "You can't look no better than this". I thought that was so funny and I knew you would get a kick out of it. You were a great man, you were my step-father, but I considered you to me my father. You never did less for me or my sisters and brothers, you treated us just like your own children. I love you for that, we never lacked for anything. You were always there regardless, rather we had did something wrong or not. We were trying to get you on that cruise even though you said you were not going, because "you could not drink that much water!" You could say some funny things and everybody would just crack up! Willie really loved you as a father also, before he passed he had told me that you and him were getting so close and that made me smile! Everyone loved to come over and talk to Mr. Bell and eat! You never closed your door on anyone! You helped to mold me into the responsible woman I am today. Bell, I miss you and love you so much, please come see me! Love your daughter, Lisa "Smut Foot"

I'll never forget the phone call I recieved last April.
My mother's desparate sob telling me my grandfather was dying. I rushed as fast as I could to dress and grab my family. We rushed to my grandparents house, on the way, passing UMC medical center, where I felt in my heart he was. I was right, and we headed to the hospital after hearing that he left not ten minutes before.

The rest is left unsaid, save for the words my cousin said to me when we arrived at the hospital, crying and shaking.
He didn't make it.

We have since tried to pick up the pieces from losing a man who was stern but loving, gentle but strong and a natural leader, who supported his entire family by the hard work of his hands. We all agree that life must go on.

My hope is that he made it safely to heaven. In the moment of his death, my grandmother cradled him, as he struggled to breathe. His final words were "I can't". In my dreams I hear Jesus say, "I Can" and in that moment, I believe my grandfather experience perfect ecstacy.

The days go by, and the weeks and now, the months. Whenever I see the moon high in the evening sky, or a white Cadillac driving down the street, I remember my Grandfather, who smiled that knowing smile ,accompanied by blue twinkling eyes, and I am happy.

I miss you grandmother and I hope you are resting in peace.I remember my sister and I visting you and you taking us out for a walk.You were so kind to both of us and when we got older we connected with you and then just I did connect and write to you and I know it meant the world to you for me the granddaughter to write.I wish that you could be here in my life with all the craziness that was going on.And I know that Laura Lou (Karen's child at 14 died) and you take good care of her grandmother.I miss you grandmother a lot. Love you grandmother

Een klavertje vier staat voor geluk,
maar toch missen wij een stuk.
Toch zeggen wij met elkander,
wij houden van je, Sander.

Sander, we zullen je missen.
Je was ons geluk en trots.
You"ll always be our "special angel".

Een klavertje vier staat voor geluk
Maar bij ons ontbreekt er een stuk
Toch zeggen wij met elkander
Wij houden van je, Sander

You'll always be our special angel.

Frank age 75 years,died in Paterson,NJ on Wednesday, May 29, 1996 Beloved husband of Loretta Schamble Bello . Devoted son of Vincenza D'Aminco of Wayne. Loving Father of John L Bello, Frank V Bello , Mary DeSenzo of West Paterson and Laura Bello of Hewitt, West Miford; a brother, Benjamin of Totowa; a sister, Carmela Bollinger of St Charles, MO; and four grndchildren.A World War 2 Amry Veteran, was awarded the Legion of Merit.

It feels like just yesterday we lost you, like a bad dream that we can't be awaken from, but we know it is cruel reality. We miss you Uncle Gary. Lucky #23 Forever young forever in our hearts. We miss you and love you with all of our hearts.

You were the best Mother a child could have. Your sparse jokes made everyones day, and your defense always showed your love for me. You nurtured me all of my life, and i am so proud of you for that. I don't know how you did it, but it means alot to me. Even after all of these years, I'm 16 now, can you believe it? You were always smiling, and almost always making people laugh around you. You almost never embarrassed, now i am just proud of having such i great mom. I just wish you could come back. I hope you are having fun with the recent arrival of Chelsea. I'm sure you two are playing ball and maybe she's actually even listening to you for once. Say hi to Chelsea, Mrs.Good, and your parents for me. I really miss you, and i want to see you again, Please visit soon. We will never forget you!

Love Mitch and Family

Robbie you were my beautiful 10 1/2 month old son with big blue eyes and a head full of curly hair. You had the most wonderful beaming smile and you were loved dearly by many, especially your brother Julian, Dad, Auntie Allison, Uncle Evan, and Grandma & Grandpa. Your life was tragically ended when the babysitter left you alone in the bath tub. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'll never forget how you used to walk between my legs, holding on to my pants. You took your very first and only steps on the day of the accident, just before I left for work. There is not a day that passes that we don't think of you Robbie. We miss you so much. I know that you greeted Grandpa and Ivey when they joined you in heaven and I know that you all smile down on us. You are forever in my heart and I can't wait to hold you again. I love you!

Love Always,
Mommy

Beloved daughter, sister, wife, mother and best friend. Born to Dale B and Madeline Smith. Sister of John B. Smith. Wife of Wm.H. Benge and mother to son Tracy A., and daughter Madalynn (Benge) Mallo. You lost your mother to cancer when you were only 19. Got married, had a son, was pregnant with me and you became a widow at 21. You raised us without welfare, or help of any kind. You worked daily, but found the fortitude to study at night to become an X-ray Technician. Sometimes you held two jobs, so we could eat well. I don't know how you did it. We weren't the best of kids and I'm sure we drove you crazy, but you never gave up on us. Your enthusiasam and zest for life were remarkable. You are unaware of all the lives you touched during your time on earth. Your smile, and gentle touch on my brow are sorely missed. Your hearty laughter echoes in my mind. No one sits in your rocking chair in the livingroom. The phone sits silent and I miss your daily calls. The Diabetes and Congestive Heart Failure robbed the lifeblood out of you slowly. You had five heart attacks, but came back kicking each time. The doctors gave you a year, but you only stayed 9 months.I cherish those last months more than I could ever say. It was as if your death was pre-destined, the call for the ambulance, it taking forever, the phones going dead in the county ( they started again after you were gone), the frantic race to the hospital, and then the end. The memory of the look in your eyes as they got ready to put you in the ambulance will be with me always. I thank Dr. Lee McKinley, BHAS Medics, the Owen Co. EMS, Bloomington Hospital and the ER staff for the care and efffort they gave on that cold Feb night. Go be with Daddy, Granpa and Grandma, Bill Holcomb and others who took that journey before you. Your grandson John Robert Benge misses you terribly. You are loved and missed by the thousands of people you touched as you passed by, relatives, friends, co-workers and aquaintences. We speak of and to you each day, we know you hear us. Sadly missed by your son-inlaw Michael, but no one can know the depths of my loneliness for you. The world is empty without you.... I called your name and got echoes. Till we meet again.....your daughter and best friend.

No matter what the past holds, I will tell you from the bottom of my broken heart that I miss you more than words can say. I wish that on day I could have held your hand and whispered in your ear as you were leaving us, that I love you. Christine misses you very much dad. She always talks about the things you told her, and how proud of her you are. She loves you dad, and she will always remember you. I wish I could tell you that you were right about so many things, but I think you know that. I wish things could have been different, and we were closer than we were, but I think it would have made your leaving me more unbearable than it is. Whatever was, will never change that I loved you then and I love you even more now. I hope with all my heart you are in a better place. I hope you were greeted by all those you loved and missed over the years, and I am praying, that when my day comes, you will be there with me and we can go together. I'll always remember the little things you did for me. The coat and the piano. I know it was hard for you to express what you felt, but I know you felt it. I know you love Christine very much, watch over her for us and protect her. I wish I could tell you about the little ones. I don't see them, so I want you to watch over them to, for all of us. I guess that's it for now. Don't forget me dad. You are always in my heart and always in my mind. I'll see you dad (I'm hugging you so tight). I'll never forget... "Seize the day, or die regetting the time you lost. It's empty and cold without you here, so many memories to ache over....."

To My Loving Son
You are loved and missed more with each passing day. I know I will see you one day in Heaven but until then you will remain in my heart. Sending prayers and all my love to you Bubba
Love
Mom

www.Larry-Bubba-Benis.Last-Memories.com

See you at the Crossroads.....

A sweet quiet mother.

This poem is dedicated to Baby Keith...gone too soon but never forgotten..

Mom, Please Listen To Me

Mom, please listen to me
As I take time to write.
I see parents struggling daily.
Their pain is such a fight..

All of us who have gone on
And left the rest of you behind..
We're ok, Mom, I promise..
Heaven is beautiful, and God is kind.

You used to tell me that one day
God would call and take you home.
You told me you'd make me strong
So I would stand tall when alone.

But things happen sometimes, Mom
That does not go in our plans.
I wasn't scared, Mom,
When God held out his hand.

I didn't want to leave you.
I didn't have time to say good bye
When the angels said, "Come with us.",
There wasn't time to question why.

I've watched you daily, Mom.
It hurts to see you cry.
I don't want you to be unhappy,
Just because we didn't get to say good bye.

Tell the others what I'm telling you,
So many parents need to know
That Earth was just a lay over
We had another place to go.

I know you miss me, Mom
I know your heart was broken in two,
But God really needed me
Because my earthly life was through.

I'm always alongside you..
I smile and touch your hair.
I whisper "Mom, I love you",
You just can't see me there.

I'm the one who gently touches you
On your shoulder when you're sad.
I'm happy now that you finally found
God again, and are no longer mad.

Tell the parents, Mom, for me
That all of us kids are okay.
God had plans for our lives
When he called us home that day.

I love you, Mom, I always will
And remember I'm not far away.
We're going to be together
When God calls out your name.

Author Unknown

We'll miss you!
See you in paradise.

May you rest in peace along with Dad and the others you fly into while you're up there

I know you're happy now that Mama and Aunt Fay are both with you.Isn't it wonderful to be in a world of eternal peace? ....All ofyour children love all of you!!!

dad,we miss you and wish you were here.

mom,wish you didn't have to go so soon.i hope dad and bobby are there with you now and you'll never have to suffer again.love you,marlene

He was a brother and a very loved friend.You will always be remembered.There is a not a day that goes by when your not thought about. Your sisters, Marlene and Bonnie

Dear Mom, Every time I look at photos of you or expect to hear your voice when I dial your phone number, the jolt of your recent death comes rushing back.It is so hard to believe that you are not here even though I was there with you till the end. I will always treasure the time just before you slipped away, not wanting you to go so soon but also not wanting you to suffer. Ovarian and melanoma cancer did its deadly work in you without much warning.You never would go to a doctor for anything;you were always worried about Dad and his health instead.I will miss the many times we did crafts together, tending to yardwork and flowers, talking on the phone, and making Christmas goodie boxes. I thank you most of all for being the best mother a daughter could be born to.You were always giving of yourself expecting nothing in return.I can only hope to be as good a Mom as you. I will continue on with all the geneology work you began so many years ago, and when I get good enough, I will play a few tunes on that old violin at your gravesite.It is a difficult instrument to learn but I am determined.I know you will hear it.You are standing just beyond my sight, a thin veil separates us.You are with our loved ones that have seen the face of God and that comforts me.I know you will be waiting for me when it is my time to go.All of the family loves and misses you.You were our rock of Gibralter. No one that knew you will ever forget you. Your loving daughter, Donna Grant

I'll lend for a little time
A child of mine, God said,
For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's gone.

It may be six or seven weeks,
Or thirty years or three,
But will you, till I call him back
Take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charm to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories
As solace for you grief

I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down "there"
I want this child to learn.

And there, with you on earth
This child of mine I lend,
For the many souls that he will touch
With the lessons that I send.

I looked the wide world over
In my search for people true,
And from the throngs who crowd life's way,
I have selected you.

Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I call around
To take him back again?

I fancy that I hear you say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,"
For all the joy this child has brought,
All fateful risks we run.

We sheltered him with tenderness.
We love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
We shall forever grateful stay.

But you came 'round to call for him
Much sooner than we'd planned...
Dear Lord, forgive this grief,
And help us understand.

You were a wonderful daddy, I will always love you. I miss you a lot.

To a wonderful mama, who will always be missed. I will always love you.

You were so many things to so many of us we all loved you deeply. We wish you could have only come to realize this before you took your life from yourself and the others who truely loved you. You left so many of your loved ones behind it has made it very hard for us to go on. We will hold you in our hearts for all of eternaty. May your rest in peace. From all of the people who loved you most (mom,dad,nathan,and Tiffany)

Buster Benton, blues singer and guitarist born Texarkana, Ak. Died Chicago

Teresa was not only my sister but my best friend. She was an excellent pediatric nurse, mother, and wife. She always touched peoples life in a way they never were able to forget. Teresa's accomplishments were oh so great. She was a nurse, a college teacher a computer instructor at the hospital were she worked. Any patients that she cared for, their lives to be forever changed. Her touch, her voice, and her nursing skills were that of an angel. She collected angels and now I know why. For soon she was to be one of those beautiful angels. I miss her so much and i dont feel i will ever get over this empty spot in my heart. With all the love my heart can muster...... Wanda

Faith Beresford, Strong, stubborn, argumentative, difficult, loving, caring and very deeply missed. I wish you'd lived long enough to see your grandchild, and for him to have memories of you. I miss you very much, and now I realise how much of your advice was actually correct. A strong personality and a wonderful, much loved, granny.

Memories of My Father: One of my earliest memories is of my Dad and me sitting in our apartment in Forest Hills eating Hershey’s Kisses. I remember wanting the last one and crying as I saw my Dad pop it in his mouth. Then he produced one seemingly out of thin air. I was perhaps 2, and it was magic!! I remember my Dad taking me for walks to my grandparentsÂ’ apartment, carrying me on his shoulders when my little legs got tired. Once we stopped at a carnival that had rides. My Dad liked to do things on the spur of the moment. Weekend mornings we would be up early to practice my handwriting; both of us frustrated because I always made my “S”s backwards. His handwriting was so precise, perfect and distinctive. He wanted to make sure mine was, too! I remember eggs & onions, his signature dish. I also remember my Dad making waffles from scratch on the weekends, cooking them in the waffle iron from his childhood. I remember my Dad making “Egg Drop Soup” for us when my mom had to go out of town for the weekend. I remember my Dad teaching me how to make gravy, just like Lavinia had taught him so many years ago. I still make gravy the exact same way today, carefully whisking in the flour and water mixture, tasting for seasoning as I go. My Dad went through a “convertible” phase. I remember zooming down a country road in his new Oldsmobile convertible. My cousins and I were packed in the car, all of us excited to see if he could make it to the 120 at the end of the speedometer. Of course, when he was teaching me to drive my Dad said, “Do as I say, not as I do.” Going to “the Office” with Dad was always fun, because he was the Boss! I remember working at his office most summers when I was old enough. I remember learning how to run the switchboard with Alice and filling in for her on breaks as well as taking inventory in the warehouse. Dad also had us package capacitors, terminal boards, and resistors that we heat-sealed in moisture-proof bags at home. We would earn a penny for each completed one. I remember going with my Dad to pick out his suits. My Dad said it was very important that I learn what a properly fitted suit looked like so I could make sure my husband always looked good. He would drive the tailor crazy getting every detail just right. But when that suit was ready, he looked like a million bucks! When my daughter, Jordan, was born Dad and Millie came out to Seattle see her. I remember my Dad gently holding that baby, making faces at her just like he always did at my sister and me. When it was time to go home, I remember my Dad kissing Jordan goodbye in her crib, with a tear running down his cheek. These are just a few of the memories I have of my Dad, and they tell you only a bit about the man he was. My Dad was a good father, a strong father, and a good man. My Dad taught me to always do my best, to work hard, to take risks, and to follow my own path. He faced life with courage and a remarkable resiliency. His family was very important to him and he showed his love in many ways. I miss my Dad very much. My Dad died of complications following brain surgery for glioblastoma multiform. He was very brave and never complained throughout the entire ordeal. I will always treasure the moment when he woke up after the surgery and recognized me, asking for a kiss. I was able to tell him I loved him one more time before he died.

Floyd

The common events of our lives - and the largest events too - lead us inevitably to simple things - fundamental observations that have been with us so long, we forget they have meaning. They become cliches, until we experience their meaning. For instance: He was like a father to me.

Floyd Reed Bergman. William Alfred Bergman. Father of my wife, Susan. Father of Rick and Steve. Lifelong companion and husband to Dorothy. He was family or friend, kith or kin to all of us here today. We thank you, Floyd, and bid you fare well!

Born in Tobias, Nebraska, on March 26, 1921, William Alfred Bergman was rechristened Floyd Reed by a council of family elders in the mid-1920s. The baptismal liquid for this second naming was Prohibition homebrew.

Farm-raised and schooled in the tools of survival, he was farmer, mechanic, carpenter, cook, husband and father, and much, much more.

In a lot of ways, he was the man John Wayne was always pretending to be ‹ the hero with the solid work ethic, juggling his love of adventure and the open road with a stalwart love of family and home.

How many miles did this man travel in his 75 years? How many millions? Would those miles reach the sun?

Time is breath. One man's time stops. Another man's time continues. Outside time and breath, a larger reality embraces all of it, and so nothing ‹ and no one ‹ is ever lost.

Here is the lean young man with a young man's rifle slipping silently through the prairie grass stalking meat for the family table in the lean 1930s. He's the one who shoots straight.

Here he is again, building swords and toy guns and other instruments of destruction for the kids in Milligan. He's the one who knows how to make things.

Here he is, working on cars ‹ a mechanic ‹ probing the steel hearts of engines, replacing pistons and valves. He's the one who knows how to fix things.

And here, a little later ‹ after the CCC and some time in Omaha ‹ the lean young man is drafted into World War II ‹ but not before he meets the love of his life, Dorothy Sedlack. And then, a little later still, he¹s shipping out to the South Pacific ‹ but not before he marries Dorothy Sedlack, and his first son, Rick, is on the way.

Australia, New Guinea, the Philippines ‹ we've all heard the stories, of life and death and baking bread and the casualties of friendly fire and a harrowing plane trip ‹ lost over water ‹ with a miracle ending. And the lean young man comes home. Hoists high his first child, and soon his second, Steven, and soon again his little girl, Susan Marie.

Here is the family man, working with his hands ‹ farming, fixing, building, scooping up kids ‹ and somehow he¹s always moving. Long-hauling loads through blizzards, catching red-eyes cross-country, logging 700-mile drives to get to the next job or get home from the last one. Moving his family from farm to city and back to the country Š

It's 1973, then '74, and his huge hands and big back are bent to the task of carving out his homestead here in Gretna ‹ up there on the highest hill in Sarpy County, where the sunsets, as we all know, are right out of a John Wayne movie. He's the one who knows how to build things.

Here's the big man ‹ a young grandfather ‹stalking the old cottonwood stands ‹ long wooden pole in hand, razor-sharp blade tied to the end, searching for big fat mushrooms. He's the one who knows how to spot 'em.

And here he is cruising the car lots and junk yards and second-hand shops and garage sales and flea markets and the rest of the underground marketplace in search of the jewels hidden in the dross. Like mushroom hunting, it takes a trained and keen eye, and he's the one who knows how to find things.

And here is the older gentleman ‹ his kids are grown and he's four times a grandfather now ‹ with his young blue eyes still dancing. He cooks, he mows, be builds, he sows, he draws and plans, he shuffles, cuts and deals, he reads, he dreams, and ‹ yes ‹ he's even been known to scheme a bit. When his knees go bad in '79, he buys a motorcycle. He's the one who knows how to drive.

And he's the one who knows how to watch ‹ drinking in every word and act and emotion spun out by those four grandchildren ‹ Kim and Kelly, Alexander and Alana. He glories in their glory, and he does accept a polite share of responsibility for their perfection. He gloats modestly over his and Dorothy's good fortune.

And still he travels, still he moves, and everywhere he goes, people turn and notice. The dancing blue eyes, the big smile, the huge hands. People remember him. They know him. They love him. Floyd. He's the one who knows how to live.

I saw your body in Lincoln on Monday ‹ you weren't there. Yesterday, I carried a wooden box containing your ashes ‹ you weren't there either. But I found you, out in Davenport, in the town you'd already made your own. And I found you in Tobias, near the church where you were baptized. I stood and looked across a grassy lot at an old white house, and I knew you stood there 70 years ago, and I could feel you standing there still.

Time is breath. One man's time stops, another man's time continues. Outside time and breath, a larger reality embraces us all. And nothing, and no one, is ever lost.

It is we here who have yet to find our way home. But we will.

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by Drew Kampion, Son in Law.

Why, if the soul can fling the dust aside
and naked in the air of heaven ride,
were it not a shame? Were it not a shame
in this clay carcass crippled to abide?

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

A Prairie Sunset

Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, faun,
The earth's whole amplitude and Nature's multiform power
consign'd for once to colors;
The light, the general air possess'd by them colors till now unknown,
No limit, confine not the Western sky alone the high
meridian North, South, all,
Pure luminous color fighting the silent shadows
to the last.

Walt Whitman

Julie: It has been one year since we said goodbye to you. We the Bergman family want to thank you for being such a wonderful daughter, niece, sister, and friend. Thanks for your laughter and generosity. I hope you are enjoying yourself in Heaven and are keeping Paul & Elizabeth and your grandparents in line with your jokes and laughter. Have you met your sister Amy and brother Mark? It is nice to get acquainted after so many years. Well the fourth of July is coming up and we are all getting together like we did last year. We will be thinking about you and I know that you will be watching us from heaven. We now have a art fund in your name that we know that you would be very proud of and Beth and Mike have purchased a new building and named it the Jewel after you. What a nice tribute. Well must get on with it and we must form some sense of closure. I know this is what you would want. Thanks again for your love, charity, and friendship. We love you very much. From your family. Keep in touch and send us a sign from time to time.

Mary Kay was a wonderfully talented woman whose voices made "South Park" fans laugh each week. She will be missed by all who knew her, worked with her, and enjoyed her work. Rest in Peace, Mary Kay.

Gary
You were my soul mate and I cannot believe how much I miss you every day. We only had 9 years together but it was like we had always been together. you could make me laugh over the simplest things. I have not laughed sense you have been gone. You suffered so much the last 2 years that I thought I was ready to let go of you and let you be out of pain, but I wasn`t. I thought I would have just a little more time. I wish I could have just 1 more minute with you.
You were the best I could ever hope for.
Love all ways and always
Vicki

Artist. Born in Brazil to Stewart Armour & Ella Crosse. Sister to Peter and Jack Armour. Mother to Alan, Martin and Colin. Much missed.

Jessie Bernard, foemost sociologist and feminist died on ? 1996. Her contributions to sociology and feminist thought sparked more then 3 generations of sociologists to pursue these fields.

You'll always be remembered and missed. Wish you were still around to lend your guiding hand.
We all miss and love you.

Your First Born

Joeseph Cardinal Bernardin was appointed Archbishop of Chicago by Pope John Paul II on July 10, 1982 Joeseph Louis Bernardin was born on April 2, 1928 in Columbia, South Carolina. He was ordained in 1952 for the Diocese of Charlestown, South Carolina where he served as a parish priest, Chansellor and Vicar General. Monsignor Bernardin attened the fourth session of the Second Vatican Counsil with his bishop. In 1966, Pope Paul VI appionted Monsignor Bernardin Auxilliary Bishop of Atlanta. He became Archbishop of Cincinati in November 1972 where he served untill his appointment as archbishop of Chicago. He was elevated to the Sacred College of Cardinals in Jaruary 1983. Crdinal Bernardin was the first General Secretary(1968-1972) and the President(1974-1977) of the National Conference Of Catholic Bishops and the United States Ctholic Conference. He chaired the U.S. bishop's ad hoc Committee on War and Peace, which prepared the pastoral letter, THe Challenge of Peace: God's Promise and Our Response. In recognition of his work he recieved the 1983 Albert Einstien Peace Award. In December 1983, Cardinal Bernardin began to articulate the need for a consistent ethic of life, which explicitlylinks the "life issuses"- from conseption to natural death-and challengesus to respond to to their full range. Since 1985 the consistent ethic of life has been the basis for the Respect Life Program of the U.S. Ctholic bishops. As Archbishop of Chicago, Crdinal Bernardin wrote five pastoral letters: Our Communion, Our Peace, Our Promise, 1984; Christ Lives In Me, 1985; In Serviceof One Another, 1985; The Family Gathered Here Before You, 1989; and A Sign of Hope, 1995 He is the subject of two biographies : The Spirit of Crdinal Bernardin by A.E.P. Wall(Chicago: The Thomas More Press, 1983) and Cardinal Bernardin by Eugene Kennedy(Chicago: Bounus Books, 1989). In 1996, Loyola Press published This Man Bernardin a collection of photographs by John H. White with text by Eugene Kennedy. On September 9, 1996 Cardinal Bernardin was awarded the Presodential Medal of Freedom, the nations highest civilian honor. On August25, 1982 on his homily at his installation as Archbishop of Chicago, Cardinal Bernardin made this commitment to his people: "Jesus tells us that the good shepherd is the one who lays down his life for other people. Some live this calling literally, sheding their blood as martyrs. Others live it in the unstinting giving of their time, their energy, their very selves to those they have been called to serve. Whatever the future holds for me, I plege this day to live as a good shepherd who willingly lays down his life for you". Joeseph we love you, and will miss you very much.

"Our Brother Joseph" the fantastic Cardinal Archbishop of Chicago from 1982 to 1996.
He was much loved by all, and will be missed by all. Another like him will not be easily found.

Andrea Marie Dina Berndt 1941-1991 Andrea died of Breast cancer. She left behind, two sons, George and Andrew, and one daughter Lisa. Also, left behind husband Walter C Berndt. Walter, Brokenhearted, died in his sleep in July 1994. So to my in-laws, Andrea and Walter. Thanks for the memories. We miss you. But somehow, we all know you are together dancing through eternity. Until we meet again. Love, your family.

Brook Warren Berringer was a quarterback for the University of Nebraska in 1994-1995. He was also the person that I looked up to as my hero and as a family friend.

Besides having a great throwing arm, he had a wonderful heart. Everyone who loved Nebraska football loved him.

Even if people didn't really like Nebraska, they liked Brook.

It was because of Brook's influence that I never quit the basketball team in high school. Just when I was about to quit because of not enough playing time... I remembered how he never quit and he always had a positive attitude.

In April of 1996, ( 2 days before he was to be drafted in the NFL. ) Brook was taken away from us here on earth.

Even though he is not playing football with an NFL team.. I know he is always alive in our hearts and he is looking down on us and helping us live every day to the fullest just as he did.

I LOVE YOU BROOK!!!

Suze,
We'll all miss you so very much, you put so much love into all of our lives. I just feel that I was one of the lucky ones to know you.
Good bye for now.
Mike.

Two years have passed ... Not a day goes by that you are in my thoughts. My heart aches for you everyday. Still feeling the deep,dark,empty hole in my heart & soul. There are many thoughts that pass through my mind. A thought, a song, a place, a season... I miss cooking your favorite foods, taking rides with you. Listening to music with you ...And most of all, I miss seeing your face with that big smile and the dimples, and hearing your laugh.
We all miss you, Chloe ( in above pic) misses her daddy. She talks about you often. Darcy misses her big brother ...
And of course, Christy misses her husband, the man that once made her laugh, angry and frustrated at times. I think most of all she is missing having her family ... My heart goes out to her...
"I Love and miss you so much Dustin"
~Mom~

Josephine Berry, of Cincinnati Ohio, born to the Late Beulah Mae Dodson & the Late Joseph Lee Clay. She was pre- ceded in death by her brother, the Late John Larry Dodson. She leaves a sister Willie Yvonne Moss and a half brother Leon Clay and six children Christine, Angela, Larry, Earl, Amy and Darve,15 grandchildren inlaws and cousins. I can still imagine her streched out working a vegetable garden or flower bed, or sewing making a doll or some other creation...a innosence not yet known to herself a life not yet lived. She taught you how to live...in times of need you as a Mother still appear From your loving daughter Angie and kids. You will and are greatly missed

Mother of two, grandmother of four, and great-grandmother of two. Loved by all who knew her!

In loving memory of my grandmother, we miss you.
Always in my heart,
Dannielle Palleschi-Demirai

A LOVING, CARING WONDERFUL HUSBAND AND FATHER. TAKEN FROM US TO SOON. SHOULD BE HERE ENJOYING HIS WONDERFUL GRANDSONS. GONE BUT NEVER FROGOTTEN IN OUR THOUGHTS EVERYDAY OF EVERY YEAR. TILL WE CAN BE REUNITED IN HEAVEM YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN OUR HEARTS...

To my grandfather, with love,
Dannielle Palleschi-Demirai

Dear Vicki(as you liked to spell it), you are missed more than you can imagine. As the little sister I was always closest to, it seems impossible that I will never hear your wonderful laugh again. I can no longer tease you about your walk(you know what I mean!). After losing our Father, Johnny Davis, our Brother, Don Davis, and then your 17 yr old Son, Brian Sims, I thought we were past all the tragedies. We now know that was not true. When the DRUNK DRIVER hit your car, he managed to take away part of our hearts by taking you & your 5 year old Daughter, Ashley Nicole Berry. Please know that you will always be loved and truly missed. I love you. I hope that you, Brian, Ashley, Don, and Daddy are all together.
Connie

Rest in peace Sharon.....Goodnight until we meet again.
Carol-Lee

You are sadly missed. You will never be far from my thoughts. You brought a smile to so many faces, by your great compassion for the love of life. I will remember you always, Rhonda

I knew you for 10 min. You were beautiful. After your death the family fell apart. As we got older our family grew closer in your sad memory. We all love you. R.I.P.

"Friendship brings people together no matter how great the distance between them." I'll think about you often as I always did. I miss you, Dave. Your loving friend, Terry

Arthur Beshears was from Huntsville, Al. He came from a long line of Auto Mechanics. He worked for the last 24 yrs. at Gene's Auto Shop, where he took care of the City School Buses, Police Cruisers, and also personal cars and trucks of many customers. He was a very kind man, who would give you the shirt off his back or the last dime in his pocket. He always like to watch Andy Griffith, it was one of his many favorites programs. He also loved children. As his neice, we were very close, and he always had to buy things for my sister and I when we were children, not to mention, even up until his death, if we went for a visit, he felt he must buy something for his neices. He loved gardens, he would grow tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, etc. He and I, I am his neice, shared the same birthday. And I will miss that very much. He leaves behind a brother, James Beshears of Killen, Al. As well as many other family members, with several neices and nephews. He will be missed a great deal. I Love You Uncle Tooter. Your Loving Neice, Pam also known as Zane Grey

This memorial is for a very special lady, my Grandmother. She had 3 children, 6 grandchildren. Her husband died at a very young age, and she was left to carry on with the family. She loved life more than any person I know. She could plant a dieing seedling and it would flourish. She loved her children and her grandchildren very much. She died when I was just a teenager, but I am proud that I had the time to spend with her, and to see the world thru her eyes. She also died at a very young age of colon cancer. And I will miss her very much. Her family misses her as well. I just wish her great grandchildren would have had a chance to meet such a strong, stable lady. She was loved by all. And I hope some day to see her again. I Love You, Big Mama. Your Loving Granddaughter, Pam Podelski

My mother Opal was born January 24th 1931 to Henry and Maude Tracy. She was the sixth of seven children and spoke
often of her childhood in the latter part of her life.

Alzheimer's robbed her of the present yet she could sing a church hymn and not miss a beat.The last time mother and I were together I mentioned my granddaughters favorite song The Itsy Bitsy Spider,again mom sang this song perfectly.

Mom was a Christian first and foremost devoted to Christ
for more than sixty eight year's.Until recently mom didn't miss a service unless she was ill.
Mother was also a loving wife, devoted mother,grandmother, and great grandmother.

She mirrored good character for her children, practiced the golden rule along with so many other traits that made her so loveable. She and my late father operated a dry cleaners for 27 years.
Her loud Irish laughed could be heard by all customers
from the moment they entered the cleaner's. As her only living daughter it is a blessing to have inherited her Irish laugh,sense of humor and freckles.
The Irish story telling that mother shared was such a gift
to my neighborhood friends and myself. This was how one could safely spend a hot Oklahoma afternoon with not a care in the world.
Those who had the privilege of knowing my mother will miss her laughter, her smile,and the stories. I am grateful that she is no longer in physical or mental pain.
Mama, Iris Ann misses you so much, yet knowing that you are
with daddy and Linda is of comfort.

Virgie Beshears was my Mother, she died suddenly of lung cancer. She was a CNA, who cared for the sick and disabled. She loved her work, she even worked up to the end of 1995, before we found out she had cancer. She was born in Limestone, Al. She was the middle child and only girl in the family except for her Mother. She is survived by 2 daughters, Pamela Podelski of Palm Harbor, Fl, Carol Mackert of Safety Harbor, Fl. 2 Brothers, James Beshears of Killen, Al and Arthur Beshears of Huntsville, Al. Also she leaves behind 3 grandchildren, Jeannie Podelski 17, Steven Mackert 15, and John Podelski, Jr, 14. They were her pride and joy. She lived for her children and grandchildren. She loved gardening, crocheting, baking and sewing. She will be missed a great deal. We were all very close. Mother I Love You very much. Your Loving Daughters, Pam Podelski & Carol Mackert also known as Zane Grey and Duck

This woman was a wonderful person, she gave her all to everyone, young and old. My sister and our families miss her very much. She married several times in her short life, and she never found true love here on earth, but with the Lord, I know she has. Mom, Carol and I miss you terribly. We will get to Alabama to see your grave. We have bad days, but we know you are with us in spirit. We know, you are at peace. We just hope someday we will see you again. There were many things that we never did say. But we always said I Love You before signing off on the phone. I will always cherish the fact that I was there for you and with you during the time that we all had left with you. It has helped me through a lot. I know in my Heart, I will see you again when the Lord takes me home. Until then, I will continue to be the best daughter I can, and help Carol with anything that I can. I Love You Mother. Your Loving Daughter, Pamela Jean Podelski

To the publically forgotten victim of the Kennedy crash... May you rest in peace, sweet Lauren.

Chuck was a man with much strive for everything, including life. He enjoyed making people happy, but in the end, that's what led him to take his own life. Even though some of his deeds were unwarrented, we miss you with all of our hearts.

Amy I will always love you and you are with me forever.

'If you want to become a friend of civilization, then become an enemy of the truth and a fanatic of harmless balderdash.'
In loving memory of PopPop, his garden, his pool, his woodshop and talent in art passed down to his granddaughter
Sarah.

My father was a wonderful man he raised 7 children, 4 were of his own. He was in 3 wars where he was a master sargent in the air force. Everyone who knew him Respected him. I was only 14 when the lord took him away..I wish I had the chance to know him as an adult..I know that he is in heaven looking down on me waiting till the day when I can be held in my daddy's arms once again.....I will love you allways Dad....Lynnda

Our Beloved Brother Jun,
he now rest in the eternal abode of the angels and martyrs in heaven.

Loving memory from your brother Ben and family, friends, relatives, brothers and sisters.

For friends, relatives and children who cherish and still remember.
Lawn memorial can be visited at the Garden of Unity, Heritage Memorial Park, Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio Taguig, Metro Manila Philippines.

Our Beloved father,
he now rest in the eternal abode of the angels and martyrs in heaven.

Loving memory from your son Ben and family, friends, relatives, and all living children sons and daughters.

For friends, relatives and children who cherish and still remember.
Lawn memorial can be visited at the Garden of Unity, Heritage Memorial Park, Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio Taguig, Metro Manila Philippines.

Our dear departed beloved mother, is still living; Only in another room of our fathers house.

The love of a Mother is never exhausted, it never changes, it never dies.
Beautiful memories will remain in our hearts forever.
The Betonio Abilende Family
Cataingan, Masbate Philippines

Our dearly beloved brother Erning, is a doting father to his 4 children; To all friends and relatives, who still remembered him, this virtual memorial garden is a fitting tribute. Friends, families and friends can visit the Lawn memorial at the Garden of Unity, Heritage Memorial Park, Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio Taguig, Metro Manila Philippines.

Our dearly beloved brother Egly, was 21 years old when 2 policemen, in our hometown murdered him in the middle of the night.

To all friends and relatives, who still remembered him, this virtual memorial garden is a fitting tribute.

Friends, families and friends can visit the Lawn memorial at the Garden of Unity, Heritage Memorial Park, Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio Taguig, Metro Manila Philippines.

Our Beloved Sister Dely,
She now rest in the eternal abode of the angels and martyrs in heaven.

Loving memory from your brother Ben and family, friends, relatives, husband and daughters.

For friends, relatives and children who cherish and still remember.
Lawn memorial can be visited at the Garden of Unity, Heritage Memorial Park, Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio Taguig, Metro Manila Philippines.

In memory of Estelita Timbang Betonio,
is now in eternal abode with the martyrs and angels in heaven.

Husband, Children son and daughters, all friends and relatives, who still remembered her, this virtual memorial garden is a fitting tribute. Friends, families and friends can visit the Lawn memorial at the Sacred Heart. Memorial Park, San Agustin, Dasmarinas, Cavite-Philippines and at the Garden of Unity, Heritage Memorial Park, Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio Taguig, Metro Manila Philippines.

My " little Paul".
I really don't know what to say. I guess goodbye. I never got to say that. You have only been gone a few days, and I feel like I haven't seen you in years. I miss you so much, and I don't really accept it yet. It still seems fake, and I suppose I'm just in denial. One of these days I will realize that I'm never going to see you again. You were one of the best friends I could ever ask for. I have so many lovely memories of you. About how you had such a loving spirit and always knew how to make something fun, or see the bright side of things. You will always be in my heart, and I know I will never stop thinking about you. I love you , and you will always be my "little Paul".*hugs* -Haley Honey

"I was the only one who could grieve for this baby because I was the only one who had come to know it." From Mommy. God's GardenGod's garden has need of a little flower.It had grown for a time here below.But in tender love He took it above.In more favorable clime to grow. "Suffer little Children to come unto Me---for of such is the kingdom of God." St. Luke 18:16I love you Daniel. You are always in my heart and my prayers. I know one day we will be together again. Be patient, my son, we shall meet again. Love, Mom

My mom was very sick and had slipped into a comma on the 20th of March 2000. On the 22nd the doctors told us that she was completly brain dead. So on the 23rd at 1:15pm we let her pass on to a better place. It was a hard choice to make but, she is better off now and pian free. Mom where ever you are we love you and miss you very much much.

Love your two daughters,husband, and your granddaughter

Bev, we had so many good times together. Hey, a lot of them. I can't believe your gone. I miss you, and I regret the years I let pass, and we wernt together. I love you Bev, and always will. You will truly be missed. Your in a better place now! Youll always be in my heart. love, Monica (Hosszu) Valadez Tom Roberts ex girlfriend

The Life of those who are faithful to Thee, Lord, is but changed, not ended. In memory of a loving husband, a giving father and wonderful grandfather. We miss you terribly, but we take comfort in knowing that we will see you again.

Joe -- It's been almost 20 yrs. since you left all of us so suddenly -- I have always wished you would come to me at least once, and talk to me about how you died.... Me, (John Bowers), and all your classmates at Pius X High School, will always miss you, and always wonder why someone as cool and smart, would want to kill himself ! Feel free to drop by sometime, Joe -- I'll be waiting for you man... :) -- John Bowers

Oma...We only knew you for a short time long ago. We know you lived a difficult life in Nazi, Germany. You were married to Karl Waldheim, from Heilbron, Germany, who deserted you and six children to serve in Hitler's army, leaving you and your oldest child to support the children.

The times I have picked up the phone or said to myself, "I need to call Grandma Mare" are to many to count. But we have felt you near us so many times in the last year. Keep watching over the babies.

I am so glad I found this memorial page. Pearl-Rose you will always be remembered in our hearts. You were born and died on the same day. I look up at the night sky and pray you are watching down on us from heaven. I am so sorry if all that you have seen is your Mommy's tears. No day goes by without you in our thoughts. Your sisters and brother dearly miss not getting to know you little one. May you find peace with our Lord. I sincerely hope that God needed you for a special "Little Angel". Goodbye for now, Mommy blows you butterfly kisses. Love, Your Family