I miss us so much. You were so much more than a daughter to me; such a close, dear friend. I cannot believe that someone you knew murdered you, but I do know that as I believe that you are with God, that you have forgiven him, as will I in time.

You were everything I hoped for, you were everything to me, you are so beautiful to me; I couldn't have loved you more; so precious - God's gift to me.

Chrissie I look forward to seeing you soon. All my love, Mom

"Q.T." of 2Ge+ther...you will be greatly missed.

Marguerite, You taught me all about hearth and home. We think of you fondly, and remember you often. I don't know if you were aware that I thought of you as part of my family, or that I loved and respected you as much as I did. I'm sure you have a much broader perspective in Heaven. I love and miss you.

We miss you Mama, and think of you everyday. Please remember us from heaven. Love, Papa, Gabby, Carla and Mako

Clarissa Ann Culberson was born on January 31, 1974 and she was 22 years old when she was murdered by her then boyfriend, Vincent Doan. Carrie was a victim of domestic violence. Vincent Doan was later convicted of the kidnapping and murder of Carrie Culberson. He is serving a life sentence without parole in a southern Ohio prison. Although justice prevailed for the Culberson family, Carrie's remains have not been located yet. She is still missing. Her family has not gravesite to visit and pay their respects. This is posted in Carrie's memory and in hopes that one day we will finally have her remains so that she may be buried in the Christian burial she deserves.

Clarissa Ann Culberson was born on January 31, 1974 and she was 22 years old when she was murdered by her then boyfriend, Vincent Doan. Carrie was a victim of domestic violence. Vincent Doan was later convicted of the kidnapping and murder of Carrie Culberson. He is serving a life sentence without parole in a southern Ohio prison. Although justice prevailed for the Culberson family, Carrie's remains have not been located yet. She is still missing. Her family has not gravesite to visit and pay their respects. This is posted in Carrie's memory and in hopes that one day we will finally have her remains so that she may be buried in the Christian burial she deserves.

Granny, you are missed. I think of you every day. You really were and still are the world's greatest granny.

Though in a wheelchair and suffering from numerous illnesses, my mother, Pat Cunniff, was a lady known for her sense of humor.She had a terrific laugh! She also had a "hell on wheels" sticker on the side of her wheelchair and loved to get out and meet people.Despite all her limitations, she had three children and four grandchildren and a husband, Frank, who loves her to this day.We will always remember her for the laughter and love she brought us.

What to say about the best Dad in the world. I only wish my children George and William could have known you. The best Father and "Pa". I will always love and miss you.
Yours forever, daughter Wendy x

A wonderful, wife to me, mother to our four children and grandmother to our eight grandchildren. I will never stop loving and missing you. Colin

I am absolutely convinced that whatever positive character traits that I possess, I learned from my father, by word and more importantly, by example. From him I learned that life requires effort. From him I learned that every person deserves respect. From him I learned that it was "just flat out wrong" to take advantage of someone else. He always treated people he dealt with during his career in business with decency and fairness. In business, he was less interested in turning the largest possible profit than in doing the best possible work, for a fair price. I find my father's example to be most compelling in the way he took risks, risks that most of us would not have the nerve to take. In 1958, he moved all of us from Massachusetts to California without first lining up a job; he correctly figured that someone with his abilities would find something suitable. He left a comfortable job at Mattel Toys to work with a struggling little scaffold manufacturer in Torrance; and later started several companies of his own, always on a shoestring. His working capital was his mind, and his ability to do more with less and to come up with ideas that no one else could dream up. The last and most enduring was Cunningham Manufacturing. He started it sharing shop space with Marty Brandt in Wilmington that was about the size of a 3-car garage; ultimately he had a large building in Riverside at times over 50 employees, and did business all over the country. My father's permanent physical monuments from his career include his two patents, both for construction equipment and both of which are still in use today all over this country; and the bridges, the parking structures, and the buildings which were erected with forming systems that he designed. You can go almost anywhere in this country and see what he helped create: from Miami to Portland to New Haven to One Magnificent Mile in Chicago, from the Texas Commerce Bank in Houston to Phoenix to the San Francisco Airport, all over L.A., at places like the Wells Fargo Bank Building, the New Otani Hotel, and the Bonaventure Hotel, water treatment plants on Terminal Island, just about every freeway interchange in San Diego, and even the parking garages at the Galleria at Tyler and the Kaiser hospitals in Riverside and Fontana. He never got rich running Cunningham Manufacturing, but he was responsible for some awesome work, and took justifiable pride in it. In among all this creativity, Dad also took the time to love his family. He and my mother were married 53 years. Shortly before he died, he started making it a practice to tell my mother when he went to bed at night that she had given him the best years of his life. He loved visiting with his children, and he doted on his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Even after he had his accident in 1985 and his memory started to fail, he could still whip any of us in any number of card games even if you had to remind him sometimes of the rules. He loved to read, and do crossword puzzles, and to argue about current events. He loved to play golf and to watch golf on TV. He enjoyed a good party, like their 50th anniversary party, and he was a graceful dancer. And up until a few days before his death, he was seemingly pretty healthy, and content with life. My father insisted that the purpose of a person's life is to leave this world a little better than it had been before--whether that be by work, or raising a good family, or making other contributions. By any of those measures, my father was successful. We will all miss him. But this Mass tells us that his death is not the end, but the beginning, and in the fullness of time, we will see him again. And we thank God that he did not suffer too long before he was taken from us. We will always remember Dad, and keep him in your hearts. Thank you.

Dad....the man who was, and is, my inspiration, my courage, my strength, my teacher, my mentor, my helping hand and guiding light. There is no-one who met you that didnt love you. Never without a smile, your sense of humour, your distinctive laugh, your strength will always be remembered. You were such a fit and strong, healthy man. Taken from us so suddenly, an illness out of nowhere. The pain you suffered was unbearable.....not only for you, but for us who had to watch you suffer, unable to help, wanting so very much to take your pain away. The unfairness is too much to cope with. You didnt deserve to suffer the way you did. You didnt deserve to die when you had so much still to do. Mum will miss you forever, a part of you died with her. A part of all of us died with you. Life will never be the same without you. The world was a better place with you in it. I'll always love you Dad. Jen

Edwin Neal (Buddy) Cunningham was born Jan. 4, 1918 in Greensboro, Green Co. Pennsylvania USA. The son of Edward and Mable C. (Cannon) Cunningham. He came to Youngstown, Mahoning Co. Ohio USA. in 1943. Edwin was a veteran of World war II. Edwin married Evelyn (Conaway) Horner September 12, 1957.Edwin and Evelyn had no children together. Edwin Neal (Buddy) Cunningham, age 40 of 383 E. Indianola Ave., Drama and Speech teacher and well-known in local Theatrical Circles died of a heart ailment at 5:15 a.m. Today, Tuesday April 1, 1958 at his home. Mr. Cunningham had been ill for the past year and blind since last summer. Edwin Cunningham was a Drama and Speech teacher at Washington Junior High School in Niles, Ohio. Edwin Cunningham was also widely known for his theatrical accomplishments. He was active in the Youngstown Players Guild , Canfield Players Guild, Lakewood Little Theatre, Trumbull New Theatre in Warren, Ohio and Music-carnival of Clevenland, Ohio. Edwin Cunningham’s most remembered portrayal was his characterization of Sheridan Whiteside, the fiery man in the wheelchair in “ The man who came to dinner ” he was also outstanding as one of the comical trio of hoodlums in “ Mrs. McThing “ both were Youngstown Playhouse productions. Last summer, Mr Cunningham, although blind, learned the difficult role of Prof. Henry Higgins in “My Fair Lady“ for a special reading of the show, which was presented by the Youngstown Players Guild for the Youngstown Society Of The Blind at the Fresh Air Camp. Funeral services were held on Friday, April 4, 1958 at Shriver-Allison South Side Funeral Home in Youngstown, Ohio USA. Interment was Friday April 4, 1958 at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Youngstown, Ohio. Lot No. 297 Grave No.3. --"IN LOVING REMEMBERANCE"-- David and Betty McIntire and family

Eulogy: Joseph Anthony (Joe) Cunningham, was the light of his devoted wife Betty's life for over 46 years. Betty is grateful for those joyous years and takes solace in knowing that Joe's last words were "Betty I love you". Joe was a devoted son, husband, brother, uncle to 22 nieces and nephews, friend, neighbor and co-worker. He is well remembered by all of his and Betty's family, friends and neighbors. Joe went into the service right out of high school so he could gain the GI Bill for his college education. He went to College, and received a degree from Boston College. It was while he was a Sophomore at Boston College that he met his great love, Betty. Joe has many fond memories of Boston College and was a generous alumnus. After Boston College he went to Georgetown Law School and attained his law degree. In later life, he received his doctorate of Law. He made a career of public service, serving at the National Security Agency (NSA) for thirty-one years until he retired in 1983. He was remembered at the NSA as a great team leader, and was involved in an inter-agency task force that developed an information system to be used within the entire intelligence community, similar to what the Internet is today. We remember Joe for his good humor and sharp wit. We also remember him for his stalwartness during tribulation, as his health deteriorated for the past 12 years, and particularly in the recent months. During these times he was able to maintain a cheerful disposition. We all remember him for the great guy that he was. We're all going to miss Joe, and knowing that it it's only for a while, we bid him a fond farewell, not sadly, but gratefully for those years that he made our life a little brighter. Betty and all of us here can take comfort in knowing that Joe is safely at home in heaven now with the saints, friends, and relatives including his mother, father, and brother Arthur that have gone before him. Washington Post Obituary , April 19, 1999 Joseph Anthony Cunningham, 71, formerly of Watertown, Mass, died April 13th in Bowie, Maryland after a lengthy illness. Born in Waltham, Mass, Mr. Cunningham was educated at St. Mary's High School, graduated from Boston College in 1952, and Georgetown University Law School in 1957. In the U.S. army he was stationed with U.S. Occupation forces in Japan immediately following World War II. Mr. Cunningham worked for 31 years for the National Security Agency (NSA) in Maryland. He was nicknamed "the Professor" because of his erudition and his ability to answer questions thoroughly. Mr. Cunningham was a member of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Catholic Church in Crofton. His interests included reading, walking, hiking, gardening and travel. Survivors include his wife of 46 years, Elizabeth A. (Murphy) Cunningham, a brother John Cunningham in Santa Ana, CA, sisters Madeline Mullen of Torrance, CA, Ruth Perry and Marguerite Burns of Belmont, MA. He was the brother of Arthur Cunningham of Moreno Valley, CA. A Mass of Christian Burial was performed on Tuesday April 20th and Mr. Cunningham was buried at the Maryland Veterans Cemetary in Crownsville, Md. Memorial contributions for Mr. Cunningham may be made to the Jesuit Seminary and Mission Bureau, 7400 York Road, Suite 401, Towson, MD 21204.

A great mind left this world alittle too soon. I brillant engineer, a self taught astronomer. His creation (with others help) the gasifier will revolutionize the world. It was too bad he did not see it run. He died at home after a short but brutal fight with Cancer. His wife, daughter, son-in-law and 2 of his grandchildren including his newest Grandchild only 5 days old were there to see him off. He never believed in heaven but I hope that were ever he is he is happy and free from pain and I hope he will always have something to tinker with. I Love you Dad with all my heart.

Our Special son (Shamus) You where our whole world we love you so so much we are so lost without you love. We never imagined life without you. We where so proud of you in every way we tryed so hard to protect you as you got older you liked to make your own disissions you absoulty loved fishing you would fish all day if you could. All we can do is hold in our hearts very close, along with the presious memorys and pray you are doing alot of fishing. Save that special secret fishing spot for us love we will have a rods ready to meet you one day soon. We just ache for you and love you so much. Love forever Mum and Dad x x

Dear Elaine!

Your murderer has been found guilty, rest in peace.

Your Family

Dear Elaine,
We miss you and we feel you are always near us we smell
your perfume and we know that you are near us. We dream of
you and we know you are there with us. We have stange things happen and we know you are around us. We wish you were here with us in all our good times and bad, we wish you were here...now

Love Debbie,Tammmy and Lannie

Uncle Phil

You were a great man that many will remember. I wish that I would have spent more time with you, but I can't anymore. I can only wish that I would have or could have spent more time with you. But I will always remember you as my uncle and as a friend. You were always like a father to me and I will never forget the time we spent together. You always were there for me when I needed someone and I only wish that I could have been there for you when you needed me most. I love you and miss you always. I will never forget you.

Jane

In Loving Memory

That day was awful
Your pain may have ended, but so did your life.

As we move on, and think of you
We overcome many problems,
that now seem so petty.
You always took the positive approach to things.

Your pain may have ended,
But our just began.
The pain of knowing
We have to wait a lifetime
To see you again.

We know youÂ’re in heaven.
There was never a doubt.
We love you always!

YouÂ’re in our hearts!

We love you and miss you terribly!!
Denis, Pat, Michael & Michelle

I recently learned that Ned Curran is dead. He was a charming, intelligent, opinionated man who surely kissed the Blarney Stone. He was born in Scarsdale, New York (I believe), was educated at Fordham University, worked as a reporter and speechwriter, married a wonderful woman from Oklahoma, and had three children and several grandchildren. He loved to quote little bits of Shakespeare at opportune times, such as "If 'twere done when 'tis done, 'twere well it were done quickly." Although he used to say, when we'd meet for lunch, "You'll see me right away: I'll be the fat man lying in the gutter," his burliness wasn't just fat. He didn't give up playing touch football with his friends till he was in his sixties---testosterone poisoning! I once asked him if he would meet me at the door when I reach The Other Side. I hope he doesn't forget.

This in memory of my loving brother Smiley, a man who gave more than he received, and to this day,is my inspiration.

Smiley was born on March 10, 1939, in Mebane, North Carolina, the first of two children born to Mack and Gwendolyn Currence, just after the family's move from Pulaski, Tennesee. He spent his youth in Carolina until 1957, when after graduating from high school, he entered the U.S. Army. An firearm injury resulted in the both the loss of two fingers of his right hand and his honorable discharge after eight months. He then traveled throughout the Carolinas, finding jobs in whatever tobacco field, paper mill, or steel mill he came across. He pperformed his work with a positive attitude, living by the creedo "Good, better, best. Never let it rest. Until your good is better and your better is best." Smiley's crowning achievement, aside from his lovely wife of 32 years, Etta, and their son Nelvin, was his graduation from Western Carolina University in 1992, at 54. He had said missing college was his greatest regret, and receiving his degree in Business filled him with unspeakable pride. On the early morning hours of April 28, Smiley lost his battle with lung cancer. He is survived by his wife, his son, and two lovely grandchildren, Michael and Kira.

Smiley, may peace be with you brother, for you are now in paradise. We will never forget you. Your brother, Bill
5/6/00

"I love you baby girl; there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you; many years have passed, and your brother Jason still misses you. You have 2 little sisters Haileigh & Apryl and brother Michael, but always remember they love you, your picture was planted their hearts you know. When I hear your name.. and it is daily.. I say "I love you and miss you so". you will forever be in Mommie's heart even though we are apart. You are my Angel God took home. Love always and forever your mommy Debi 3-99

Mom/Granny, We miss and love your very much. Not a day goes by that we don't think of you. Keep watching over us from heaven above. We know you are now our guardian angel. When our time on earth is thru we will be together again. Teddy, Beth, Mary, Joshua and Dustin

IN LOVING MEMORY OF A TRULY FABULOUS PAP-PAW.

Emery Elmer Currey was born November 5, 1865 in Taylor County West Virginia, USA. The son of Silas Hickerman Currey (1824 - after 1891) and Sarah Jane Tucker (1830 - about 1866) When Emery's mother Sarah passed away his father remarried and Emery was raised by his stepmother Martha E. (Ashcraft) Currey. He was raised and lived his entire life in the North Central part of West Virginia, USA., mostly Taylor, Marion, Harrison and Wetzel counties. Emery Elmer Currey married first to Ella Lovina Braden who was born Dec. 4, 1871 in state of Pennsylvania USA. Ella Currey died of cancer Jan. 28, 1922 at Mannington, Marion, County West Virginia,USA. . Emery Elmer and Ella Currey, had four children, Mary M. Currey (1888-?), Silas Henry Currey (1890-1924), William C. Currey (1892-?), and Elmer E. Currey (1895-?). Emery Elmer Currey married secondly at Mannington, Marion County West Virginia USA.on Sept.23, 1923 to Sarah (Sallie) Matilda (Straight) McIntyre (1878-1959) (my grandmother). Elmer and Sarah Currey had no children together. Emery Elmer Currey was one of the best stepfathers and step-grandfathers that the good Lord ever aloud to walk on this Earth . He was known to all of the beloved family members as (Pap-Paw Currey). So from the time of my birth he was my (Pap-Paw) as well. He was a God fearing man and a member of the Nazarene Church of Mannington, West Virginia USA. Pap-Paw was a very kind, patient, very caring, and gentle loving man. He was always there to help, for any of the family members who needed him. For that matter he was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone he came in contact with who needed help. I can remember Pap-Paw helping to care of me when I was sick on several different occasions, how kind, gentle and caring he was. Pap-Paw was a hard working man, who cared very deeply for his family. Pap-Paw worked as a Kill-Furnace Forman at the Bowers Pottery in Mannington, West Virginia USA. for many years. Pap-Paw was , as they say, (A Jack Of All Trades and Master Of None) he could do all most anything with his hands around the house, farm, car, or machinery and so on. He taught me many things in the short time God let us spend together. Among these things were Love, Patients, and an Understanding Compassion, for my fellow man. Exactly three months to the day before my ninth birthday, on April 28, 1947 at the age of eighty-one years Pap-Paw passed away at his home. The home he and Grandmother shared with Mother, Brother, and I. I shall never forget that dreadful day. In the eyes of a nine-year-old boy, that death has just taken the first loved one from, that day was a very traumatic experience for me. It has been some fifty odd years since Pap-Paw's death, but he lives on in my heart of hearts and very vividly in my memory. For as long as I live I shall never forget there was only goodness in him. Emery Elmer Currey is buried, just inside and to the right of the old gate, at the Flagy-Meadow Cemetery on the outskirts of Mannington, West Virginia USA. Pap-Paw what ever you're working on up there in Heaven hold down the "Fort", for one day I'll be along and I'll give ya! A big Ole Hug And Kiss and a Loving Helping Hand. ..................... Your Grandson David.

When in our minds and in our hearts we think, and cherish all remorse.....
Then a sad and lonely path we follow, and life's a rugged course.....
Then in my mind I'll choose to think, of the fondest memories......
And in my heart I'll choose the good, that my loved ones left for me......

Sallie Currey was born on Huey's Run near Mannington WV. September 23, 1878 to Jacob M. and Clarinda T. (Floyd) Straight. Sallie Currey was my Grandmother. Grandma had two sisters and six brothers they were Alice, Nancy, Luther, Charles, William, Bruce, Henry, and James Straight. Grandma was married twice, first in 1901 to Ai E. McIntire, who preceded her in death in June of 1917 and secondly to Emery Elmer Currey in 1923, Mr Currey also preceded her in death on April 28, 1947. Five children were born to Grandma and Grandpa McIntire, Kenneth, Mary, Virginia, Millard and my mother Ethel. Virginia and Millard passed away when they were only children. Grandma and Mr.Currey had no children together. However Mr. Currey was a wonderful Step-Father to my mother,her brother and sister as well as to us grandchildern. My Grandma was a precious soul, she was of the pioneer spirit. At my birth she was with mother and the doctor, (in the capacity of mother and mid-wife). When the doctor pronounced me as stillborn she said she thought not, that she had witnessed some movement of my left shoulder and began to work with me until I began to scream, she always said "I never stopped". Needless to say my Grandma and I had a very special bond. Along with my mother, Grandma raised my brother and I. At the time of my birth Grandma was nearly sixty years old and she spent the rest of her life raising and caring for us. In late 1958 she was diagnosed with stomach cancer and a little over a year later on August 16, 1959 she passed on to her heavenly rewards, at the age of eighty years -ten months and -twenty three days. To me there will never be another like Grandma, she was very loving and very caring she took her esponsibilities serious and as "all in a days work" Grandma was a tall lady big boned and very strong (for a woman). Grandma had hands the size of most men yet she was as tender and gentle as the pedals of a precious rose. I love Grandma more than I can express here in these words and although Grandma has been resting now for thirty-eight years just outside Mannington, WV.at Whetstone Cemetery, Whetstone WV.---- I still miss her greatly.---- GRANDMA YOU STILL LIVE VERY VIVIDLY IN MY MEMORY, I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL THAT YOU WERE A PART OF MY LIFE,---- I WILL LOVE YOU AND WILL MISS YOU ALWAYS.----YOUR GRANDSON, ----DAVID.

Dear Debbye God created, Heaven and earth.
And to a few angels, He gave birth.
You were one, Of those chosen few.
You gave love, To all you knew.
Your hair and your eyes, Always seemed to glow.
Now I realize, That was your halo.
Together we shared, The good and the bad.
You were the sister, That I never had.
Why did He take you, Without saying good bye?
I know that I'm selfish, And it's for me that I cry.
But there's a void in my life, That I just can't fill.
I've lost my best friend, And the pain is real.
I'm assured that this pain, Will soon go away.
But the memories I have, Will always stay.
I won't say good bye, I can't close that door.
So like I've heard you say, So many times before.....
"Catch ya later"

Sadly missed by your cousin Donna ©

Elinor E. Curry was a beloved friend and neighbor. I was told that her husband had just died(June 89). Within a week I saw this old gal trying to mow her front yard with an electric mower. The next time it needed mowed I went over and started cutting it even though we had never met. Soon she came out and asked me why I was mowing her lawn and I said because I wanted to! (to the end of her life and our friendship that remark always tickled her) As a result of that encounter we ended up becoming fast friends. She came to depend upon me heavily as she was the last of her family and friends. I would visit every night from 10:30-11:30PM. She would worry about dying alone and I promised her I would be there. In Feb '96 she went by ambulance to the hospital for a heart attack - the doctors said it would not be long. With my mother and I at her side each holding her hand we watched as she breathed her last breath. With my promise realized at 11:29PM there was nothing left but to go home and stare out my window at her house knowing that the light in her window would never burn again, which used to be her way of letting me know if she were awake for my nightly visit. I have not visited her grave much since I buried her for she is not there really just a shell for her soul which is in a place known only to her and her maker. I miss her! I cared for as if she were my own child. While she did live alone I took her everywhere and helped her with anything she needed. I miss that responsibility. I miss my friend, my neighbor!

Our Granddad.

This morning in the middle of the night
A call from Claydon Ward indicated that granddad was far from alright
The thought of losing our granddad came to mind
Our world lost all sense of time and seemed so unkind
His condition quickly deteriorated while we were there
All we could do was to hold his hands and say our Lord's Prayer
Then it was time for granddad to say good bye to us all
Though knowing that he would be with God was no comfort at all
We know that we have memories of all those happy years
Recalling his jokes, sense of humour often drove us to tears
He was a dad, granddad very hard to find
Who was a perfect role model, sweet, gentle and kind
Sad and broken hearted we all try and cope with his departure
Granddad would want us to treat his journey as a heavenly adventure.
He would want us to remember his time with us here
Whenever we sit in the garden under a sky sunny and clear
He is not gone, forgotten or in pain
Just waiting for us in our Father's kingdom till we meet again.

Thursday, 30th September 1999

She's walking through the clouds with a circus mind
that’s running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and a fairy tale, that’s all she ever thinks about...running with the wind.

When I’m sad she comes to me, with a thousand smiles, she brings to me free. It’s alright, she says, it’s alright, Take anything you want from me...Anything.

Fly on my sweet angel, fly on through the night. Fly on my sweet angel, tomorrow I'll be by your side.

Friend of mine, Love was ours, time stood till in my heart, when you left me to go to the beyond. I love you Daddy and I miss you greatly.

This is in loving memory of my mum and dad who were so cruelly taken away from me by a drunk driver. I miss you both so much and the pain of losing you, never goes away. A beautiful memory of you is all I have left. I love you so much. Loved and always remembered by your daughter Heather.

Wonderful father (of Jonn,Devon,& Amber), husband and friend that was taken from us much too soon. John, I guess God really needed a great guitar player and musician and decided to take you. We were only married for a short 27 years but it flew by too soon. The song "Somewhere Out There" is the way I feel now. Someday we will be together again and I'll hear you call me your little buddy or princess. Amber only wanted to hear you call her Doofus once more. Jonn and Devon miss you more than you could realize. I'll miss you more than you could possibly know. All of our friends have all told me that the world lost a kind, gentle and sweet spirit when we lost you. I will always love you and even though we laughed, loved and fought, I would not have taken back one single second of our time together. You know I believe in angels and I can only hope you are watching over us even now. We will make you proud. All my love, always Rhonda

Tuna Rubber Little Blubber In my Igloo
And I knew you pigtails and all
Girls when they fall
And they said Marianne killed herself
And I said not a chance
Not a chance
Don't you love the girls
Ladies, Babes, old Bags
Who say she was so pretty
Why did she crawl down in the old deep ravine
Come on pigtails, girls and all those
Sailors get your bags and hold down
Cause Ed is watching my every sound
The weasel squeaks faster than a 7 day week
I said Timmy and that purple monkey
Are all down at Bobby's house
Making themselves Pesters and Lesters
And Jesters and my traitors of kind
And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
Quickest Girl in the frying pan
I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
-Tori Amos-

She was the sweetest person I ever met You were my soul mate, you left me to soon, and I will love you forever.
Anthony

In every ones life there is someone who leaves a mark and birghtens up there day...hayley that was u our shining star....never will you be fogotten..........that smile,that face,that personalitty,that beauty,that humour.....them jokes,them memories will never fade and will alwayz be cherished.......everytime i look in the sky i will ook for the biggest and brightest star and i will know that that is you looking dow nand smiling down on us......luv us soo much alwayz thinking of you.....see you when i get up there love sofija

Thank you so much for everything you gave to me. Thank you for everything you taught me. Thank you for the love you showed to me in our time together. Thank you for loving my children as you did. I will never forget you or how being with you felt. Had it not been for you, coming into my life so long ago, I would not be the person I am today. You were truly one of God's Angels, sent to earth to touch the lives of so many. I know you rest in peace, and that you always "keep an eye" on things down here too. for all you were, and all you gave, thank you. See you on the other side, Princess

death can end a life but not a memory. my brother was a unique individual who lived life by his rules.for the people he loved his love was never waivering for the people he didnt look out!.my fondest memories are of the years we vacationed in mexico.he loved the water and its befitting that his ashes be spread at sea.i see my brother in his son jason and i am thankful for that and also for the gifts that we received before his death.he will always be a part of our home. mom and dad cant be here today i know you know how much they loved you and there only regret and mine to is that we couldnt be there when you needed us most.i know you believe this is a start to a new journey you will be sorely missed.we love you

William Bennett Cusick Sr. from Brooklyn New York.He is still loved and missed from all who knew him. After all theys years. He is gone but not for gotten!

Laura, You were a great sister. I miss you so much. I still can't understand why you got sick. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you more. You were always so good, in the end so brave. I think about you every day. I love you Laura.