I only knew Andrew for a brief period of time, but he was a very good friend and I'll always remember the good times we had together.

Bert I will miss you!!!! Say hello to Matthew. I miss him too. I play music for you sometimes. I hope you can hear it from where you are. I miss you.
Cheryl

Matthew is our youngest son. He was killed last summer fighting a wildland fire in Lakeport, California. His dream was to be a great fireman like his older brother Mike Jones who he idolized. He had been a firefighter for almost a year. We miss him so very much. He was a great funny guy who could make everyone laugh. He loved to dance and was a great country music fan. He was a very social kind of guy he loved to be around a lot of people and he had many friends. He was honoured with the fireman of the year award this year. He loved to ride his seadoo and go to rodeos. He is missed by his blue heeler dog Moose and his russian blue cat Eishia. We love him so much. He is with God. God blessed us with him and we are so grateful for the time we had with him. Mom Gerry Mike Denise & Mark

This memorial is for my sweet angel in heaven, Victoria. She is my first born and will always be known as my first born. She was stillborn when I was 36 weeks pregnant with her because of a placental abruption. Since that day she has been a true insperation to me. Because of her I will dedicate my life to helping people grieve and understand this kind of situation. It is my way of healing and my gift to her. She will be gone two years on saturday and I still miss her today as much as I did then. To me she is a real baby, just because she was not born alive does not make her less of a person. She is my daughter and always will be. On January 24, 1997 she became a big sister to Kevin Martin. He is almost 7 months old now and he reminds me of Victoria everyday. I know she would be very proud of him. She will always have a big part of my heart and she will never be forgotten.

Joyce was a very independantt, thoughtful and kind person. She always had a cheery smile and never turned down the chance to give help. She and her husband were opera singers at London's Royal Opera House, many were the times when sthe sound of her singing arias could be heard coming over the garden fence.We used to mow her lawn and she used to bbabysit for our sons.Now someone else will tend her garden and we will be the poorer for it. You are missed Joyce. Rest in Peace.

This memorial is dedicated to my father, his love for and dedication to the conservation of the wildlife on our planet.

Remembering Hennie, our dear Dutch friend. We will never forget her. Love always, Anne & John

His name was Paul Joseph Blackledge, but he was never called that unless Mom or Daddy were trying to get his attention. He was our Joey. Born 6/17/79, Father's day. We never had any problems with drugs, wildness, drinking or other problems that as parents we usually have to face. He really was a good man. He worked hard at his job, was a friend to all. He was planning to give his girlfriend an engagement ring for her birthday. They had been going together since he was in the 4th grade. She is special. He watched over his three little sisters and the boys that wanted to date them. :) He was a special brother for his baby brother and was proud of his Marine big brother. He wanted to become a Marine officer at one point. Probably to get the kick out of his brother 5 years older saluting him. :) He loved his grandparents and visited with them when ever he could. He loved working with his John Deere tractor. He loved the woods on our farm. He loved to watch the wildlife. He loved his Chevy Pickups and his 3 wheeler. He love to make things welding or woodworking. He loved his family and he loved the Lord. Of that no one who knew him have any doubts. He packed a lot of living into 18 and a half years. Joey was killed Nov. 21. 1997 when an eighteen wheel truck hit his truck he was so proud of. In all the years I can remember, I have never seen fog so thick. The highway patrolman said he never knew what hit him. I pray not. It gives me some comfort to know he wasn't afraid or didn't hurt. I picture him driving along one second and being hug by Jesus the next. At his funeral we discovered that Joey had spent his life doing things to help others out. Things he never spoke of to anyone. We found a 5 dollar bill in his leather jacket he was wearing in the casket. It turns out a middle age man had just started working with Joey a few weeks before. Joey knew the man wouldn't be paid for 2 weeks and saw that he didn't eat lunch or even buy a coke. So, Joey goes to the man and ask him to take the 5 dollars he handed to him (which was all he had with him) . To make it easier on the man he told him to take it because he sometimes needed a loan himself and wouldn't feel bad about asking him for a little help when he needed it. The night before the funeral the man slipped a five dollar bill in Joey's jacket. There was also a pocket knife that someone must have cherished because of it's age. It had been well taken care of. We will probably never know who put it there. That's between the person who did and Joey. We have had old, young, rich and poor come to us with similar stories. Old ladies who said he drove by their house as they were working in the yard and stopped and started doing the work for them. Old men he fixed plumbing or electrical problems for. People he would cut firewood for and never said a word about. Sometimes he would take our John Deere and say someone was going to pay him to work their garden or bush hog a piece of land for them. Now we are discovering he rarely took money from them. Instead he'd take a pie, cake, a starting for a plant or an old piece of something they no longer had use for. This worked out well considering he was a number one pack rat who believe everything would come in handy one day. His Father looks lost. They worked together on the farm. He look so much like his father people at a distance mistook one for the other. They were so close that I worried how his Dad would go on. But it turns out that he has been my rock when I couldn't be strong, a supporting father to our daughters and sons, Joey's three sisters and his two brothers. His father has always laughed and told people he never had to worry about Joey filling his shoes because Joey outgrew them when he was 14. This past July his Dad had a four wheeler accident and was in a coma in ICU for several weeks. Joey filled his shoes fine. He ran our entire farm with his friends and took care of us all. As for his Mom, well, there is a large hole in my heart and in my life. My strength comes from God, family, my dear husband and Joey himself. The warmth I feel knowing how well loved he was is overwhelming. I'm so grateful that God let me borrow him for almost 19 years. I got to hold him, hug him and have become enriched by that time I had. He was my best friend. He was my son. I can hear him now, telling me to quit feeling sorry for myself and go do something that will make me smile. Well, here's one for you son, I'm smiling through my tears. I love you son and will miss you till we are together again. Mom Edith Blackledge

Such a special Uncle, missed so much, never a day goes by without a thought of you. Always full of laughter and smiles. Keep em laughing until we meet again.
Love and miss you always, sleep tight. x x x x

Uncle nev - 27 years ago today, you were taken from us, what a very sad day that was. Not a day goes by without a thought for you, your laughter and your jokes and your plain sillyness. You were such a great bloke and one the world shouldn't be without. I miss you so much even after all this time. Love you loads Uncle nev, until we all meet up again, take care and keep your eye on us all lol. xxxx

Our dear Pops has been reunited with his sweetheart "Dukey". What an honorable life you have led. You sacrificed everything for all of us, your children, and for that we will be forever grateful. Pops, you have left a magnificent legacy. We love you. Enjoy your rest and rest in peace. Until we meet again...
love,
sis

Sweet Gayle, you lived a wonderful life and you raised ten great children. We love you so very much and think about you daily. What you have done for us can never be repaid. You are an angel in Our Fathers care now. Take a break, you need one after all you have been through! You will never be forgotten and we are looking forward to being with you again and forever. All my love, your favorite.

Born in Raleigh,Mississippi the only son of Zack Albert Blackwell and Minnie Lee Scoggins Blackwell.Al was a former Prichard Policeman in Prichard,Al. and a Master Mason.He was the beloved husband of Brenda Joyce Wyrosdic Blackwell and beloved Father of Albert "Lyle" Blackwell,Brendan "LeAnne" Blackwell Englett,and "Lauri" Leigh Blackwell Davis,Grand father to Alexandrea "Page" Blackwell,"Jessica" LeAnne Englett,Lauren "Brooke" Englett,and "Savannah" Gabriella Estrada-Blackwell.We will always keep you close in our hearts and Love You! Your 2nd Wife and Family!

Granny ,I miss you so very much. I wish I could see you one last time so I could tell you that I love you so very much. I am so sorry I never told you. But I always thought you would always be here with us. I thought you were stronger than the cancer but I guess It was the only thing that ever got the best of you. I love you and I miss you more than you will ever know. Love , Vonnie P.S. I hope to see you again someday! I love you! Bye for now.

She was my mom. A better person then me. If there is a heaven she's there

Robert Nelson Blair You will always be remembered!!! You were LOVED by many,and will be MISSED by many!! We will always remember the LOVE and COMPASSION you had for others! You will forever be in our thoughts and hearts!!! We know that you are in GOD's hands now and that you are no longer suffering! We can feel you near us. Even if we can not see, feel or touch you, we know you are here trying to comfort us in our time of grief. I can remember you saying once, "WHEN I DIE DO NOT GRIEVE FOR ME, JUST HAVE A HAPPY!." But you knew we could not do that, we would have to grieve for our loss. For you were a wonderful, loving, compassionate and caring man!!! We can picture you now in HEAVEN riding on a Motorcycle and playing DARTS!! So Honey you have a happy, until we all meet again in God's House!!

My beloved Nanna Blake (neé Sale), died of natural causes in her own home with my sister at her side. Mother of Carol and Edward, grandmother to Leanne, Kristy, Darren, David and Alan.
I know this pain will always be hard to bear as your passing came as such a shock. My only regret is that I never got to say goodbye, but then I never wanted you to go. You were the nicest person, and everyone who met you said the same.
Living with you and my mother the first few years of my life was the best possible start. I learned so much from you and used to sit for hours looking through your old photographs, and listening to stories about the war. You worked on the railway lines and made bombshells for the factories and I was always in awe at how hard you'd worked.

My proudest moment was when I told you I was getting married and you said you'd always thought so very much of me. I wish you were still here to see the wedding, and I'll be thinking of you on the day. You supported my mother through her worst times and were always there. I can't imagine how life is going to be from now on.

I was the only person allowed to touch your old books and those are my treasured mementoes now. I wish everyone had got to know what a wonderful person you were. I'll never stop thinking about you Nanna.

Hunter,

We all miss you so much. Mommy misses you most of all. Knowing you are happy in heaven makes me feel a lot better. Please tell your grandma and uncle we love them and keep the rocker warm for me. When I come home we can rock together.

I love you boo.

Love Mommy

Thomas Blake was my best friend, my lover, my hero. The loss we feel at his passing cannot be expressed in words. So sudden. So unnecessary. I know that one day we will again be together, but the waiting is so very hard. We had so little time together, Tommy. Can you feel how very much I need you to hold me? I will find comfort in your loving memory until, in a blink of heaven's time, we will be together again. Your beloved - Judy

Diana was my friend and pisces. We talked about life, the stars, our families, the opera. We were apart during the last, painful years, but always in touch. I am her Capricorn.
I will always miss her.

"Sometimes even the best symphonies remain unfinished." Nicola was a great person and a special friend, loved by all who knew her. Nicola, I will never forget you but I know that you are at peace now. Tragically taken from us in a road traffic accident, your short life touched many. Rest in Peace I will always have you in my thoughts. love, Hannah

Elise was a wonderful caring lady. She battled diabetes all her life before finally succuming to it. She will be remembered by her many friends for her beautiful singing voice, her openess, her honesty, her sense of humour, her loyalty and her selflessness. She is deeply missed by her loving husband Colin.

Craig was and is my friend. He was a healer of the body and the community in his time here on Earth. I miss talking to you Craig and laughing and telling bad jokes. Your death was a remarkable passing of great magnitude, a life changing event for all of us involved in your life. I was glad to have known you and your wife Debra. Your are always with me and I hear your laughter still. I love you my friend.

I will miss you Grandpa ....... Look after Simon and Grandma.
I love you
Caroline
xx

This memorial is dedicated to my mother, Shirley Jean Belisle Blanchard. She was a wonderful woman and I miss her greatly. She was taken from me when I was only 15 yrs old and needed her the most. I had her for only 15 short years and how I wish she was here for me now. I am a mother now and I wish that my mom could be a part of Kayla's life. Being without her as been very hard. I think of her every day and the pain never seems to lessen. I know that she in at peace in God's heavenly garden now and she is with my father, her parents and other relatives that have passed on. I also believe that someday when it is my time to go, I will see her again. I just wish that I would have had some more time with her. She was taken away so cruely. She had a massive stroke on October 25, 1985 and lay in a coma for over 4 1/2 months before she left on March 8th, 1986. It was so difficult to visit her and see her in that state. She had no brain activity and only machines were making her live. To me, I lost my mother on that day. Her wake and funeral were the hardest things I ever had to go through. I go over them in my mind all the time. I just can't accept the fact that she is gone even after all these years. I just keep hoping that one day I will open my front door and she will be standing there. I have always felt her presecense in my life. I felt her with me when I was married in 1992 and recently when I gave birth to my first child in January 1998. She remains a constant in my life. I feel her always. I love her and miss her so much. Until we are together again, I love you MOM!

This memorial is for my father, William Randolph Blanchard who was taken away from me and entered into eternal rest on December 12, 1982. I was always "Daddy's little girl." I only had him with me for 12 short years. He had a fatal rare blood disease which I never really understood. All I know is that my Daddy was "sick" a lot. He was in and out of the hospital a lot and I always expected him to come home to me. The last time he went to the hospital in November 1982, he didn't come home to me. He passed away a few weeks later. I just couldn't understand. It was never explained to me that my Daddy was going to die. I was an only child and my parents protected me too much. Most of all they protected me from death. My mother didn't want me to have to deal with death. She felt that I couldn't handle it. I did attend my daddy's wake, but I just couldn't comprehend that it was my daddy lying in that casket. I kept insisting that it was not him and yelling to have someone wake him up. I know this might seem like a childish way for a 12 yr old girl to act, but I never really had to deal with death before and to lose my father was something I was just not mature enough to handle. My mother made the decision that I should not attend his funeral. I never saw him laid to rest. I miss him more than words can say. I will always be his little girl. I miss you so much Daddy!!

My dearest Grandma,
I miss you more everyday and thank you for being Matt's guardian angel. I know you where with him when he had his transplant and thank you for keeping him he with me. His 6th birthday is on Thursday and thanks to you he is here with us. I love you!

Momma, we love you. from Dinah, Louis, Joe, Karen, Katherine, Lance, Bernie & Jack

My aunt Yolande's love and big smile are what stays with you She was kind, compassionate , so giving. Everyone she knew was touched by her loving energy. We all miss her so much Even as she suffered an agonizing three months before her death, her words were always concerns for the welfare of those she loved. She will never be forgotten, she was the best mother, friend neighbor, wife, aunt there ever was. You couln't help but love her, she made everyone feel so special, you knew you could count on her no matter what. Thank you aunt Yolande for all the times you listenned to my problems, for never judging me, for accepting me just the way I am..for sharing my happiness . You truely cared and I miss you.

Beloved son,brother and grandson.Computer geek extraordinaire. A quiet soul who walked this earth gently. Always concerned for others before self. You left this life much too early for me son. Yet I know we all have sacred contracts we must fulfill. You were my greatest teacher in your 19 yrs on this earth, and for that I AM truly grateful. You are so missed, so loved. Gone, but not forgotten. Continue to watch over Nicole and Kyle.
IN LIVING WE MUST LEARN TO BE STILL AND IN REPOSE TO BE VIBRANTLY ALIVE.
Peace and blessings to you my dear son. Namaste'
Always and forever your mom....

Dear Rob,

I wanted to publically acknowledge my love for you and to let you know that I am looking after Adam and Mark. They are both very sad, as am I. Thank you Rob for everything you have done for me and taught me about life. You were a kind, generous, loving gentle man and I pray that you are reunited with your mom now.

We will miss you always. Kristina has the cats so all is well. Rest my friend, and one day we will be reunited in a beautiful place called the rainbow bridge.

God bless you

As someone said at the funeral: "a character", a man differently wired from the rest of us, stylishly unfashionable. There will never be another like you. You are greatly missed by all, but especially by me. May the sun shine forever on your memory. Your loving wife.

Dear Jesus,
Bless my baby in your great and Holy name and take my baby into your heart and make my baby yours forever amen. I desire baptism into your family for my unborn baby. Hear my prayer. Amen.

To The Best friend anyone could have ever ask for May he rest in peace. Everyone loves and misses you greatly!

In loving and caring memory of my Grandmother, Rose Blasco (nee Gagliano). Words can not describe the love and joy that she brought to her family and friends. She touched the lives of so many people in her life. We will always remember her self sacrifice and dedication to her husband Anthony Blasco, her children Angelica, Anna Marie, Marilyn, Norman, Dominic, Joanne, and Teresa and to all her grandchildren, that I am so blessed as being amongst and her many new Great-Grandchildren. Oh Nonna, words or tears do not describe the loss that we feel every day of our lives since you left. Papa just seems to go along for no reason at all but to wait til he joins you in Heaven. I ask for you to intercede to the Most Holy Virgin Mary, that she may ask her son Jesus to help with the pain of missing you so much. Nonna, Til we meet again, I love you always and forever. Your Grandson and your baby boy, Patty

Father, where do I even start? You were taken from us at much too early of an age. You were my last remaining parent; my best friend; my hero. You and I had our ups and downs, but we could never stay mad at each other for very long. You and I became especially close when mom passed away. You were my rock. The person I could turn to. The person I could confide in. The person I could literally talk to about anything. I miss you so much; words can't even do my feelings justice. The house seems so empty without you. I miss you immensely. You were such a kind, caring, intelligent, loving person. You knew how to make everyone around you laugh with your wonderful sense of humor. I don't think you ever realized just how many people loved and adored you! I wish there was some way to go back in time so I could give you just one more gigantic hug. This time I would never let go. Life is going to be hard without you. I know I'll make it, but to say it'll be easy is an understatement. I hope you know that you will always be the best father I could have ever asked for. No matter how old I get, I will always be your little girl.

Mother,

you were nothing short of a miracle in my life. Although it has been years since I last saw your beautiful face, I miss you just as much as the day God called you back. I can't even put into words what a wonderful person you were. How loving, caring, and selfless you were. I can't stop thinking about the wonderful experiences we shared; all the laughs, the silliness, the craziness, the deep conversations, our girl's nights out. I have been so lost without you. I feel like I'm surviving, but not living. You were the only person in the world who made me feel beautiful. You understood me. You always knew how to make me laugh. You always knew how to make me smile. You always knew how to brighten my gloomy days. You and I shared a connection which I know I will never again share with another human being. Everyday I look at your pictures and wish there was a way I could go back in time and make sure you know just how much I love you. I hope you do know. I would give anything for you to come back to us. We love you so much. You are missed tremendously.

My best friend, my mother.

This is to announce to the world the recent sad loss of Clara Blenkinsop, of Liverpool,widow of the late George Blenkinsop, mother of the late Paul Blenkinsop, Grand-mother of the late Mark Paul Blenkinsop.
A family tragedy long ago, but not forgotten, can now be drawn to a close. Our hearts are heavy at this sad time, but our thoughts and hopes are pleasing.
We now hope that they are all re-united together and finally lay in peace for the rest of eternity.
All very sadly missed by Stephen and George Blenkinsop, Shirley Saville and remaining family members.

To my Great-Aunt Rose, this year would have been your 100th Birthday. I will never forget the last time I saw you when I held your hands and how we looked into each other's eyes, when you were struggling in frustration being unable to communicate with us. I knew then that it would be the last time I'd see you alive. I just wanted you to know that you are not forgotten and that I think of you, Nana, Helen, Johnnie, Mom & Dad (Gloria & Jack) every day. I love you, Rose! Happy 100th Birthday!! I'm sure you have a big celebration going on up there above. I'll be thinking of you on your birthday, Sept 12th. Rose, I would give you a hundred roses for you but don't want to take up too much space here. So here's one for you from me with love! @)>---->---->--- With much love always from your Great-Nephew, Jim...

For a person, I couldn't stand you. You were stubborn, strong headed and refused to budge, all in all, you were a typical Blevins. I remember taking your GED test so that you could get in the Navy, and I was doing it to get you out of the house. I have never told anybody that I miss you, I couldn't go to your funeral, I was there in town, just couldn't see you like that, quiet, non-moving and final.I miss you.jon

Chuck, I loved you, dear brother. It's hard for me to realize you are gone. May your soul rest in peace. Your memory will always live in my heart. Your sister, Peggy

Ken was the music in my life. He will live forever in my heart.

I am writing this to tell the world about a loving and caring women, who was taken from her family a very short time ago. She was a women who would do anything to help someone. She left behind four wonderful children who will hopefully learn and remeber what kind of women their mother was and wanted them to be. Even though she was not part of my family, I felt like I was part of her's. She helped me a great deal, and I have had a very though time dealing with her death. Even though I know that I can't bring her back not a day goes by that I don't wish that I could go back in time and see and talk to her one more time. She meant a lot to a lot of people. All I can say is that her family and I miss and love her, and we always will.

This is dedicated to a loving father who is dearly missed and still very loved. He was a veteran who served our country in the Vietnam War. He lived most of his life in New Jersey. His life was cut short by a rare form of lung cancer. He loved hunting, fishing, gunsmithing, automobiles and reading. He is survived by his two children, and his father. He is missed everyday and he lives in ours hearts and in our love for him.

Cancer is so limited...
It cannot cripple love,
It cannot shatter hope,
It cannot corrode faith,
It cannot eat away peace,
It cannot destroy confidence,
It cannot kill friendship,
It cannot shut out memories,
It cannot silence courage,
It cannot invade the soul,
It cannot reduce eternal life,
It cannot quench the Spirit,
It cannot lessen the power of the resurrection.

For Dad

No more pain, no more sorrow,
not another breath to borrow
The end of your plight, Jesus in sight
And you went to be by his side

You are missed, you are loved,
in heaven above
Sometimes I cry, asking why
Then memories flood my mind

Someday in heaven, together forever
dancing on streets of gold
Singing glory's song, all day long
A family united again

"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." --Jim Elliot

John 14:6 Jesus Saith unto him "I am the way, the truth, and the life, no man cometh unto the father but by me."

John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish but shall have everlasting life.

Hello Mr Blinton. I know you ain't going to heaven so I'll meet you some other place one day.
Until then,

Killbee

Pa, voor jouw is het alweer twee jaar geleden. Ma, voor jouw pas een jaar. Voor ons lijkt het nog steeds gisteren. Er gaat geen dag voorbij, dat we niet aan jullie denken. We hopen, dat jullie onze trouwdag hoe dan ook nog hebben meegekregen. We troosten ons met de gedachte dat jullie als de eeuwige eenheid die jullie hier waren ook daar samen zullen zijn. Een plaats in ons hart zal altijd voor jullie gereserveerd blijven. Liefs Rene en Lies

Husband of Beatrice, Father of Elinor and Dorothy, A true gentleman.

Salut Margot.

To the greatest man I ever knew. He had an imagination that was unparalleled. Everyone that he came in contact with came away a better person. I will always remember the many times he supported me in everything I did.

To Our Loving Grandpa, Dad and Husband; Who taught us the value of living, humor, poetry and changing. You are sorely missed. You served your family and Country faithfully in the Korean War and the Vietnam War. We owe you a debt of gratitutde and love. So we dedicate this poem to you: I cannot say and will not say that he is dead. He is just away! With a cheery smile and wave of the hand, he has wandered into an unknown land. And left us dreaming how very fair it needs must be, since he lingers there. An you--oh you, who the wildest yearn for the old time step and the glad return-- Think of him faring on, as dear in the love of There as the love of Here; and loyal still, as he gave blows of his warrior strength to his country's foes-- Mild and gentle, as he was brave, when the sweetest love of his life he gave to simple things; where the violets grew pure as the eyes they were likened to, the touches of his hands have strayed as reverently as his lips have prayed; when the little brown thrush that harshly chirred was dear to him as the mocking-bird; and he pitied as much as a man in pain a writhing honey-bee wet with rain. Think of him still as the same, I say: He is not dead--he is just--away (by James Whitcomb Riley)We love you!

Bumpa, I miss you so much. I know you're still with me, helping me do the right things and probably laughing and shaking your head about all the dumb things I do. We'll meet again in the next life and I can't wait.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true.

God Bless.

Love Brian

To My Grandson Damien,

While your stay on this world only lasted seven years, your life brought a lifetime's worth of Joy, Love and Happiness to each of us.

Because we lived a continent apart, I was never able to spend as much time as I wanted - or needed - with you, sharing your life and experiences, and growing with you. Even so, you taught me many lessons about Life and Loving. I miss you.

In a way, you have become a pioneer, walking a road that each of us must eventually travel. May the path you travel be easy, and may you leave a trail of Light for the rest of us.

Thank You, my grandson, for a life well and fully lived, and for the simple wisdom you showed to us all.

G'pa

Sadly missed but lovingly remembered by his family: Mom and Dad, Lauren and Meghan, and Granny. "Faith": When the night kneels down by your bed in the time of your sadness, Remember O child of the mountains this word of the law: The night is the shadow of God who made you for gladness, and your sorrows are less than your strength which He foresaw. - by Preston Clark

Our Grandmother (known as "Granny" to all) was an inspiration, and a friend to everyone she met. Born in Roumania, Granny came to Chicago in 1935, with husband, Ionel ("Gramps" to us) and daughter, Sylvia (our mother) in tow. Opening a successful women's clothing store, Granny became a dynamic business woman, working 6 long days every week. She retired from business after nearly 40 years, but she never retired from life. She was a one-woman welcoming committee for any new-comers in her community. She volunteered at a nursing home, where many of the patients were younger than her! We knew better than to call Granny on a Saturday night. She wouldn't be home. If there was a party, or card-game going on, she'd be the life of it. Granny just never slowed down for a minute. In fact, she'd been swimming, and then waiting for her ride to a party when she suffered her stroke. She actually asked the ambulance driver to stop by the party on the way to the hospital, so she could explain her absense. Simply put... Granny was our hero. We miss her every day.
Jim & Rick

For memories created long ago, Dean. You were a wonderful Father to our daughter and I remember how you took care of her from the day she was born. You were always there for her as best you could be. Lots of night feedings and diaper changes which you did without a complaint. Time changes people and circumstances but memories still remain, the good and the bad. Rest in peace and know that your daughter loves you greatly. And I have put all demons to rest long ago.
Vonnie

Tim was one of life's special people, intelligent, talented, compassionate, loving and kind. He was also the closest friend I ever had. He was the kind of person who made you feel better just being around him. He is sorely missed.

This Poem Written by Brian S. Blunt is in Memorial of Brenda Michelle Blunt Oct 10, 1991 - July 4, 1992 Brenda was the victim of a boating accident that took her from us and placed her in God's hands..... We Miss Her So I walked into the doorway And there she proudly stood Lovely, Happy, and Smiling She looked so very good Dressed all in white clothes From her head to her feet I smiled in her direction Because she looked so sweet Seems like many years ago I had known her oh so well life for me without her here has been somewhat like hell As I walked toward her With my heart full of grace I knew then that she knew me By the look upon her face "You're not supposed to be here, It isn't time," She exclaimed Then she hugged and kissed me And called me by my name Only a few moments Had we strolled and we talked When we were interrupted By the ringing of the clock As I drifted outward Of this dream as I awoke I listened very carefully To the words she spoke Jesus takes good care of me Daddy please don't you fear I will wait for the day You and Mommy will be here By Brian S. Blunt Please Forward this as a memorial of Brenda she is in our hearts forever!!!!!!! But in God's Hands she is safe!!!!!

Our son and brother we can't replace.
We miss your smiling eyes and face.
We keep you in our hearts forever.
Till the day we are together.

In loving memory of Bob, loving father of Wayne, Sandra, Barbara, Lynda, Michael, Matthew and Robert. Leaving behind his loving wife Jean. He was a man of the water, as are his ashes which lay in the waters of James Bay, British Columbia, Canada.