One ordinary night, on a deserted road one truck came along and took the lives of four strong, happy, and loving 19 year olds. What did they do to deserve to die so young. They had friends, girlfriends, parents and siblings, and many relatives. To have to go to a funeral, and see four caskets with what used to be young livley kids, was devestating for the 35,000 population city which we live in. And to think the 21 year old girl who hit them was seen by many people drinking that night and still she drove home. And not only was she way over the limit but because her blood test was only done by one person, she is free. Free to go and do whatever she pleases, not even a licsene suspension. Nothing. I hope her and the many other people who kill someone by driving drunk live with it every day and remember the pain they caused. They will always be remebered and truly missed. They were great. Our highschool graduation will never be forgotten. Chris, our class historian, Scott, played drums in the talent show, and Mike the first one to dress in a top hat and cane with his tuxedo. They were all unique and special. I know they are all in heaven joking around and having fun. Four best friends through life and through death. I love you guys and I miss you Love always A Friend

This individual was a multitalented person whose talents included everything from Radio Personality, Dog Track Announcer, radio repairman and truck driver. Above all he was an entrepreneur who loved his God and his Family. We miss him so much.

Farmer, Local icon, Last of the true hard-working Irishmen

I miss you very much. You were my special friend. I will see you soon. Jim

In memory of a loving Mum and Granny....... your passing was sudden but peaceful.

Re-united again with Dad and Neil.

Forever in our hearts.

Mick, Shirley, Christopher, Kieran, Michelle

xxxxx

Cassandra (Kay)
She had loving grandparent and was loved by all. She was a skater and lived on the ice. We will miss you very much Kay

In loving memory of my dear mother, at rest after a long life. Reunited with Tom.

You were a lovely man, hard working and kind. Its been a long time now, Pop, since you passed on, but I still love and miss you and have happy memories of the time we had together.
Your loving daughter Vera.

My Darling Edna....
I will Forever Love You !! You are My Beautiful Princess !!
My heart cries out for you...to feel your loving touch...to hear your sweet voice....You are My Heart and Soul !!!
I will go on alone until God joins us in Heaven....then we will be united together Forever !!!
You are Always in my thoughts and dreams....
The last words from my lips will be "I Love You Edna" and you will live in the chapel I have built for you in my heart forever !! It is not fair that we can not be joined now....but I do promise My Love that it one day will happen!!
You will Always be My Beautiful Princess ...I Love You with All of My Heart Forever !! May God Bless You and Protect You Always !! Your Loving Prince, Paul Hertel

Albert Didgit was one of my childhood heros. Four years older, my brothers age, he was one of the tough guys but more accessible to me than my own brother, for those reasons only brothers understand. He was strong and lean like a panther, with bulging muscles and the first tatoo of anybody i knew. (A black widow spider spider on the back of his left forearm....this was a big deal in '59, i think he got it at Sailor Eddies in Camden....It held up well, still looking good on saturday.) He had a Case knife then, in 59, a giant single bladed folder, with a dark brown imitation wood handle. I thought it was the coolest thing imaginable. I later got myself one. Albert loved the woods. He spent a great portion of his healthy years in them; fishing, trapping before and after school, camping, shooting, and just generally enjoying god's manifestation there. He read "Fur, Fish, and Game" nearly up to the end, when his health declined. Albert was a lover and collector of antique and unusual firearms; also of first edition books. As time went by and his dementia increased so too did the erudite clutter of his apartment. Books and books and books.....Stanly and Livingston on the Zambezie River; True tales of a true tiger hunter in India; and on, and on. Albert was a lover of....well, he was a lover of. He was always curious about everything, and always open to possible explanations. Rarely have i known a man less possessed by prejudice. He didn't pre-judge; he was open. And Fun. Albert was fun. Quick to laugh, make a joke, and enjoy one. Loved practical jokes and puns. A master of facial expressions, evoking much with them. Albert was a good worker. He always came. No matter how sick he was; even if it was to say he was too sick and could he go home today. He had common horse sense to go along with his intelligence, and with that and his attitude was a joy to spend the day with...working hard; laughing; living large. Albert had a terrible life. Mental illness ran in his family; his father was hospitalized when Albert was young from schizophrenia, after having tried to kill the whole family (again). Albert later came down with the same disease and never really reached any stasis again. In fact during one hospitalization of his he found himself on the same ward as his father, who had been there 20 plus years already. Imagine the horror. In the past 15 years or so he would go months and months with little sleep, no rest, bad physical health, little money, and almost constant depression. The last 8 or so were almost non-stop; rarely was a drug combination found to give him a little relief and when it did so it didn't last for long. But.....none the less.....Albert would find his brighter moments, when the shroud of gloom would abate for a few hours or days, occaisionally weeks. Then he'd be at work, always the most popular and beloved of us, so clearly was he gentle and loving and guileless, without an agenda against you or just for himself. On payday he would know, smilingly and happily, what he was going to do. Maybe it was a book he had put away at Baldwin's Book Barn or Indian Path Books. Maybe it was some new fish for one of his aquariums, a sicclud perhaps, he was good with these. Lately it had been fossils of ancient marine animals. Albert never ceased to amaze me....from the first days i knew him till his last days. I visited him in the hospital these last couple of weeks during his last stay. He was covered in sores and black and blue from a fall he had taken in his weakness, battling with hepatitus c. His belly was distended to an impossible amount as his liver shut down and refused to get rid of fluids any longer. They would take out quarts of fluid in the last months; every other week, then twice, then thrice a week. Finally they stopped. No more halfway measures to try. No transplant. Time to go. And he kept his spirit up. Believe me when I tell you with no exaggeration that in the last few days he was the same old Albert he had always been. Less of it, but the same. Laughed at my stupid jokes. Made some of his own. Said things like "you've got a good heart, dan" and i would say "it takes one to know one, albert". We always talked like this. Last saturday i wheeled him out into the sunshine for the last time to catch a smoke and drink a couple of forbidden coca colas. He was in pain, and weak as a kitten, but happy in that inimitable accepting way that Albert had. He said "i'm a mess" and i said "yes, you are, but you're very good at it. Your a fine mess, Albert, one of the finest". We always talked like this. Albert was one of my childhood heros. He was one of my adulthood heros too. He was a fine gentle man with a courageous loving heart. No more could want to be said of any of us, eh? He'll be missed. God speed, Albert. your pal dan dolby and john ward

Mom,
You were taken away from us far too soon - I never really had the chance to say good bye. I miss you so much - never an hour passes that I don't think about you. Sometimes these thoughts are happy ones, but mostly they are sad. Sad because I can only hope you knew how much I loved you and always will. I hope that in times to come, it will be easier to think of you, and that your memory will be strong in my mind and in my heart. I'm writing your biography for Darcy Kett - she has your name and I really want her to know all about you. I just wish she could grow up with you and that you could see her grow up (besides, I might need some tips on teenage girls). Hopefully you can see us all from above, and watch down on us and guide us whenever you can. Thanks so much for being the mother that you were. I just wish I had told you that when you were here to hear me.

You are sadly missed by Dad, Wayne, Carol, Shane, Shelby and Dylan, Karen and Brandon, Kath and Rand, Michele and of course by me - your baby, Nicole, and Mark, Codie and Darcy.

Until we meet again, I love you.

Our Dearest Eric,
Taken from us in a tragic accident. We love you. We miss you.
Your loving family

Edward,21 years is not long enough to have a son! Katherine and Debbie miss having a fun loving, crazy, brother and dad and I miss having a laughing,adventursome boy to listen to. Thanks for being our guardian angel. Every time an overhead street light goes out that we are near we know that you are saying "Hi" again. It is just like you to keep in touch that way!! Love, Mom

Grandma I will miss you so much. I hope you are better off now.You will be remembered forever. I will pray for you every night

your loving grandaughter,
Kayla

Losing you suddenly has left us with tremendous emptyness and sorrow. The Red Wings won the stanley cup just as you predicted,dad. I'm so grateful that you lived with us this past year...never a burden...but a joy. I keep waiting for you to come back home. Casper misses you as we do all.

You were best dad in the world. You will be in our thoughts every day. We will always cherish your kindness,love and devotion toward all of us. I hope and pray that I can be as good a father to my children as you were to me. Love you Pup, Gene,Marlene,Genie and Kiley

May you find peace at last. We love and miss you.
Larry, Cathy, Chris, Jeff, and Bud

Souviens-toi que rien ne meurt sous les etoiles

To Victor Dilbaitis,

You were alwyas there - Save Once
For my entire life, you were always there
To calm my fears and show you care - Save Once.
For my entire life, you were always there
to mend a break and fix a tear - Save Once.
For my entire life, you were always there
To give me praise and always be fair - Save Once.

For all that time, you stood by me
To show me how a man to be - Save Once.
For all tht time, you took the lead
To provide a hand in time of need - Save Once.
For all that time, you showed me how
To meet life's hardship and never cowl - Save Once.

On March 28th, when you were gone
I did my best to carry on - Save Once.
On March 28th, I held my tears
And did my best to calm Mom's fears - Save Once.
On March 28th, I found the strength
To be the man you had shown me at length - Save Once.

From that day on I promised to be
The kind of man you showed to me.
And never forget what you taught me, Dad.
Not even when times are hard and bad.
So that when my time comes and I know not where
My own children can say, he was always there - Save Once.
With Love,
Your Son, Gary Dilbaitis

Jodi, 5 years old a kindergartner. Jodi has a twin brother Shane that misses her a lot! She was killed along with her sisters Katie and Miranda by a drunk driver. Someday we will all be together again.

Miranda, blonde, blue eyed and always had a smile for everyone. Miranda was a sweet little girl age 7, in the 2nd grade. A drunk driver killed Miranda and her two sisters Katie and Jodi. She is missed, but we will see her again!

Wife, Margaret of 59 years; 6 children, 13 grandchildren, 4 great-grandchildren. Paul lived a full life. He was a retired professional engineer, member of several radio and engineering organizations. He will be missed by us all. We love you Grandaddy.

My father smoked cigarettes since he was 18 years old. One week before he died of a heart attack, he said he was going to quit smoking soon. To little to late. I try hard not to hate my dead father, but when I think of his funeral, I only think of my mother and my grandmother. She now sleeps alone every night, and one day, her last remaining child at home will leave. This world is a very lonely place when you are alone, and I can't even imagine the pain that mom and grandma feel. True, he will not be to my wedding or ever see grandchildren, but my mother will never see the love of her life ever again. I try to love your memory Dad, Michael

Larry Harold Dilts is my father, and he died when he was 48 years old. Four days before he died my family all returned from a trip to Jamaica in which my sister got married. At the time of my father's death I was 19 years old. I always knew that my Dad would die some day, but I couldn't really imagine that someday actually coming. Dad taught me a lot of things, and in his death I learned that our stay on this planet is a short one, so we must spend every second wisely. He also taught me that a man can be decent in God's eyes, regardless of what faith a man labels himself. I love you Dad, your son, Michael

He was like many of your Dads. Taught me things that Dads teach their sons. He died at only 49 when I was almost 15. He ignored the doctors who told him to quit smoking until it was too late. He ignored the doctors who told him to watch his diet because of his heart problems. He ignored the doctors who told him to take it easier at work. Type "A" personality? You betcha! I guess now that I am almost that age (44), I would remind all you Dads (and Moms) out there that this son wished his Dad had taken better care of himself. He has six grandchildren who never knew him; never got to bounce on his knee, etc. For all you sons (and daughters) out there, no matter what, you've only got one set of parents. Love 'em now...you never know how long you have. Take better care of yourself for the grandkids you don't know yet. Finally, if one of you hugs your Dad or Mom because of this message, that will be a fitting memorial to my Dad; one I think he would be proud of.

You will be missed.

My sweet angel! I miss you so much! I wish that you could have stayed longer for me to get to know you and hold you in my arms. I dont even know if you were a boy or a girl but angels dont have sexe right? I am sure that when that day comes i ll finally get to know you and hold you through eternity
Love always
Mom Panayota,Dad John, big sister Evanthia

You are missed.

My Dearest Daddie, You're always in my heart. As each day that passes by, I always find myself wondering what you are doing at the moment. I wish you could see how I've changed my life around, for the best. I'm not the same person I was five years ago. Oh Daddie.........what happened to us and what went wrong? I never got the chance to say good-bye. We were both stuborn and strong minded........yeah, we are DiNapoli's!!!!!!!!!! But the saddest thing I'll miss is hearing you tell me that you love me; 'Carol Anne, your my daughter; of course I love you--I always will.' I know in my heart I'll never hear those words ever again and it pains me so. You were the only one who ever really loved me and made sure to tell me. I feel so alone. Of course I have Rick, Michael and Elizabeth......but it's not the same. Remember how you use to say 'Carol Anne, what are you going to do when I'm gone?' And I used to say 'God for bid'. Well, your gone now. Who do I have to turn to for advice, love and to give agravation too? (ha, ha) Yes, I can get that and give that to Rick---but it's not the same as if it were coming from your own dad. Rest in peace, my beloved daddie. Your legacy will live on in your grandson, Michael DiNapoli and your love will live on in your granddaughter, Elizabeth Carney, and most of all your caring, thoughtfulness and giving ways will go on with me, your 1st born daughter, Carol Anne DiNapoli. I'll always love you, Father...............

Remembering Jessica
Forever 17

Born in Laquin, Pa. Died in Towanda, Pa. Vet of WWII.

Teacher, father, golf coach Union Endicott High Sch. Most wins of any coach, east of Miss River

Who was Bill Dionne?

To answer this question, I must tell you that Natalia, Bill's only grandchild will never feel his loving touch, hear his words of wisdom and encouragement, learn how to solder and splice wires, learn how to hold a tennis racket correctly, ready position, step into the ball and "follow through", how to sail, how to surf the wind, how to ice skate on homemade ice on the tennis court in winter, how to shoot baskets for fun, how to traverse snowy mountains safely, how to cross country ski on flat, snow-covered golf courses and eat lunch from Pepere’s backpack (stick of French bread, delicious hard cheese, cut up pieces of fresh fruits, cold drinks or maybe a sip of freezing cold water from the river flowing by), how to listen for the whales’ songs to their lovers oft the coast of Maui while snorkeling in the beautiful blue sea, how to for lobsters and fresh fish off Catholic Island, attend Easter Mass in Carriacou where little boys wear brand new shoes and intentionally splash through puddles, visit the Uffizi Gallery Florence and see the magnificent paintings of Michaelangelo and touch the ancient walls that Pepere touched and felt blessed to have touched for he believed that Jesus and his disciples surely had passed this wall many times. She'll miss his wok dinners and his pasta primavera, his stuffed roast loin of pork at Christmas, his barbecues in the backyard followed by games of croquet, horseshoes and jarts, basketball and tennis. She won't get to trap the trout in the back stream, ambush a snake for a science project, jump on the backs of cows, and Pepere said that even girls need to learn how to kick a can or a stone, how to drive a stick shift, and she'll miss the sailing trip on a catamaran in the Virgin Islands that Pepere had planned for ALL his children and never had a chance to do. But mostly she will miss her loving, patient and grandfather who could best teach her his love for God, being sure that she understood that God would always be there for her and she need only to ask and God would answer.

Natalia may get to do these things, but will never know the excitement and adventure of doing them with her loving Pepere. An irreplaceable man whom his family thought was invincible.

We will see you in the stars
We will feel you in the wind
We will taste you in the rain
We will smell you in the flowers
We will touch you in the snow
We will hear you in the windchimes
Forever our everlasting love

Karon, Mark, Kyle, Jenifer, Dawne, Richard and Natalia

William Dionne —

Born into this world – April 13,1937

Born into eternal life – April 18,1999

Ben showed me how to be human in a world of inhumanity. He gave his wisdom when insanity would dictate. Everyone that knew Ben was touched in some way by his kindness. Going through his papers I came across a letter from a man who had tripped along his path of life, and had ended up in prison. He asked if Ben could help him, that he was desperate to go home. I know that Ben would have helped him in some way. Ben fought hard in his life..., fighting for his new homeland, Ben received a Purple Heart, fighting for fairness and decency in his world, Ben helped stop a bank robbery, and sacrificing his own desire to aspire and acheive in his own business, Ben honored his parents by helping his father realize his dream of success, only to be pushed aside later on, and later, fighting his years to be a guiding light for his family. Ben worked hard to reach his goals..., raising four children with his wonderful wife Maria, providing for his family in abundance..., but achievments in life have a cost, and for Ben it was the time he had to spend away from his family. Nonetheless, when I look in the eyes and hearts of this family, there is a strength of love and character that is stronger than the steel and concrete Ben used in everything he built. If there is a way for Ben to wipe away the tears and lift the weight off of their hearts, I know he will. I feel honored that I called you "Dad", and have been touched by you in a way that only your daughter and my sons have been able to reach. I miss you very much, Dad...,please help me to be strong for Mom, the girls, and Michael. I love you.

This wonderful, intelligent, loving man will be remembered by many but he gave me a life when all I ever knew was existance. He had a smile for all. He loved his garden and his yard. He showed me the things in life that really count. He was and always will be my best and dearest friend. He believed in me when I didn't have a clue and never gave up on me. I hope that I am able to make proud. I LOVE YOU OZ.

Grandad
we will miss you very much
you were the best grandad anyone could ever have
no-one could replace you
i was only 3 years old when you died (jennifer) so i dont really remember that much of you but you will always be in our thoughts forever! we love you from andrew, jennifer and kevin xxxx

father
you were the best anyone could ever have, even though you are in heaven i still know that you will always be beside me and help me
i have asked for help from you in the past and you've helped so i know you are definetly with me
i miss you so much and i always will, lots of love, pamela xxx

husband
oh how i have missed you not being with me
but i am not ready to come to you yet
the rest of the family needs me to stay with them for another while
i will always love you
cynthia xxx

To my Grandson Travis whom I miss and loved dearly. He was a loving grandson. Also a careing person liked my many and also missed by each of the family and girlfriend and her daughter. I will see you in Heaven someday.

Beloved wife of Raymond, children Phyllis, Jerry and LeAnn

May you be at peace :)