My dearest Father,
I still think of you very much, and can feel you around when I am doing the things I do, thank you for being there and helping me. I miss you so much.
Your daughter Wiebke.

In your resting place the mountains are a heaven in themselves. The peace and glory are yours now and forever. Your pain is relieved and ours is the grief of missing you. Love Always, Martha, Pat, Ann, John, Tom, Riley, Adam and Brad

24 Aug 1968Michael Angelo Geanto RA 16 906 749: Specialist Four: E-4 167th Military police Detached. Nabollenbach Army Depot W/Duty Station Hanau (Prov) APO 09165 Hanau Germany Was found shot through the right eye with a round from his 45 That they found near the body. 24 Aug 1968. I have a letter That he wrote on the day he was killed post marked 24 Aug 1968 He wrote to a friend that he was seeking legal console that 18 July 1968 while checking a CEO club a guy pulled a knife on him And he shot him in the shoulder. He said the story was in the stars and strips So I tried to get the story and they sent me two aricatils by Com Z Saying it was an apparent suicide they found him in the back of a truck. Not what I was looking for I faxed a copy of the letter he wrote to the Stars & stripes the said I should get an investigator. Looking for Information is hard any help would close a chapter in my family’s life. Carmen Geanto Brother of Michael A Geanto Born 11 Nov 1948 Died 24 Aug 1968 E-Mail CGEANTO@aol.com

I miss my daddy.

TO RUSSIA WITH LOVE As I knelt down beside her I felt a chill run through my body. This did not look like my aunt, who's face and hair now resembled my grandmother's. Her hair, once locks of gold, was replaced with a mousy brown wig. Her face was so much thinner and pale. The only thing I could recognize on her was the familiar glasses she often wore. My eyes scanned down toward her hands that were now folded across her stomach. There they were! Her nails neatly filed and painted as they always had been. I felt my eyes filling with water, the tears streamed down my face. I couldn't believe that she had died. Light pink, round in shape, like they had just been manicured. My aunt kept those nails of hers in tip top condition right until her death. Her shoe collection was another one of her little traits. She had an unbelievable number of shoes, about two hundred pairs. One and a half years ago my aunt and uncle moved to Russia on business. I sat and stared at the crafted dolls and eggs sent from Russia less than a year ago. My aunt gave me one of those crafted dolls that fit inside each other. It was very special to me to have a gift from Russia. I sat looking at the pictures taken of my aunt and uncle from that Christmas. Upon their shirts given to them by my family was "To Russia with Love." My aunt always wore a smile, although she sometimes didn't want to. Every Christmas she gave out scratch tickets, well at least until last Christmas. My father won two hundred and fifty dollars. She smiled, but you could tell she was pissed. Never again did she give out scratch tickets. Unbeknownst to my family and herself that Christmas would be the last my aunt would celebrate with us ever again. A few months later she returned ill from Russia. She was diagnosed a couple weeks later with spinal meningitis. We were concerned for her, but the thought of death had never entered our minds. We waited for her to get better and return to Russia. But something happened. She never became well. It wasn't until the end of May that we learned she had cancer. Although she never smoked, the doctors said the cancer had developed in her lungs. After that it went downhill. The disease consumed her body. The cancer had spread to her spine, shoulders, stomach lining, and kidneys. Our family was in a state of shock. She immediately started on chemo and radiation in June. The first time I went to see her was right after that. Although she looked thinner, she had a healthy appearance. The word death had now entered our minds. "Is she going to die? " I asked my father as we walked down the musky smelling halls of the hospital. "I don't know," he replied as honestly as he could. "Keep her in your prayers," he asked. My father's face no longer possessed a vivid look. He looked very pale and drawn out. I could tell this was serious. I had never seen my father like this before. He was frightened; one of his big sisters was in the hospital with cancer throughout her body. I can't imagine what was going through his mind. My father wanted to do all he could to help. However, my aunt is one of those people who never asks for help because she felt it would be a hassle. At the end of July she left the hospital because her cell count was too low to receive any more treatments. My father and mother had visited her often in the hospital and at her house. I hadn't. For some reason I thought she was going to get better. Or maybe I just didn't want to take time out from hanging out with my friends to go visit her. I feel as if I acted so selfishly. I wish I had gone to see her more often. I sometimes feel as if she didn't know how much I cared for her. My guilt stayed with me when I heard she was readmitted to the hospital in early August. The doctors told our family that the cancer was too much. It was eating away at her body and they felt there was nothing else they could do. They said she probably had about two weeks to live. I couldn't believe it. My aunt was too young to die. She had so much left to see and do. Not many people in my life have passed away, never anyone this young. Just seven months ago she appeared so healthy. This was so unexpected and to me so wrong. It was hard for me to understand how quickly someone could be taken away from this world. I wanted to go see her for I knew I wouldn't have the opportunity much longer. On the Friday before her death I saw her for the last time. Her beautiful blond hair was gone. All that remained were a few lifeless strands of gray. Her face was very pale and thin. Her body looked numb, she could barely talk or move. It was so hard for me to see her this way. In my eyes my aunt was a woman of beauty and strength, and I knew it would be very hard for me to let her go. I knew this was it . . . my last chance to say goodbye. But I couldn't. All I could do was cry. I collapsed in my father's arms. It was unbelievable to me. This all happened too fast. She couldn't die. She was too young. On August 19, 1996 my Aunt Celeste died at the age of fifty-three. She leaves behind five children, a husband, a sister, a brother, a life filled with accomplishments, footprints all over the world, a beautiful home, and about two hundred pairs of shoes.

This memorial is in loving memory of my father, Joseph Donald Geary. My father was one of the kindest and sensitive men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. My father was such a friendly and open person that everywhere he went, people loved to be around him; his personality filled the room. My father died at the young age of 57 years old from a combination of heart disease and diabetes. The day he died was the saddest day of my life. It took me a very long time to heal after my father died. After 7 years I have finally come to the realization that my father's death was not a death; that in fact for him it was a re-birth of sorts. He no longer has to live in that body that caused him so much pain....he is happy and smiling and in the arms of the angels. I know that he will always be with me...... he now resides in my heart. Dad, I hope that no matter where you are, you know that I love you with all my heart.....and I thank you for making me the person that I am today. I love you Dad.

Dear Rachel, We're so fortunate to have you come into our lives. We feel so honored to have been called Mommy and Daddy for awhile. We're so privileged to have loved you and cared for you. You have been more than what we could ever have imagined in having a child. You have been a source of inspiration, of love, of joy, and of hope; in ways we did not often realize. You have made us become someone we could never be without your unique inprint in our lives. Thank you Rachel . . . . . and thank you God! Though you are no longer with us physically, we continue to remember you and celebrate your life. Today we think of you on what would have been your thirteenth birthday. Your love for life and the plans and hopes that filled your heart have been much our hopes and dreams for you also. We have been missing you very much. We take solace in knowing your body and mind are at peace and that one day shortly we will be with you again&! Loving you always, your Dad! XOXO :)

Husband of Karen, father of Bradley and Daniel, friend of Tom and Nick and so many others, caring physician asssistant who eased so many in their suffering. His love and friendship will carry us all through the years, the memories will always give us smiles. We will celebrate it all in the Grand Tetons on Mirror Lake soon.

God took you way to soon and I miss my brother. I miss all the times we could have spent together and to see what you would have become. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of you and wish you were here to talk to. Someday I hope to understand all of this, but until I see you again, know that I love you and miss you with all my heart. Your sister Marlene

He was a great friend and made anyone lagh. He was only 12, which was way too young for him to die. A lot of people morned friends and family. So many people thought the world of him and he wasn't here long enough for him to know this. Wasn't an angel, but who is? He was loved so very much he'll never be forgottened and will always be in our hearts forever. We miss him and love him dearly.

To a living ledgeon!! Your works are missed by all young and old.

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In memory of my beloved Mother and best friend,
I miss you more than ever. The days and nights we spent talking on the phone. Taking you out to lunch with the kids and having you there for guidance and babysitting and all the great things you did for us. Nothing has been the same since you left us in Maine. What a shock. I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
I miss you and love you Mom.

Beloved father of Sonya, Angela, and Samantha Gelven, Dear son of Johnnie and Pauline Gleven, dear brother of Melanie and Barry Gelven, dear grandson of Anna Shell and Lorean Cox, dear uncle of Lance and Tara Tonding.

Your know how much you are missed, and that I'am trying to do the very best I can for the Love of your life. She just wants to hurry and be with you once again, but sorry Iam keeping her as long as I can. You can never never be replaced nor would most of us try too... Love your family, your loving daughter Suzanne

In loving memory of grandma, your lessons I learnt, your love I feel, you've been gone 6 years, I'm missing you still.

Grandpa, loving words of compassion to a little girl who looked up to you. precious words of wisdom to the woman who grew. rest now my sweet angel the pain has come to an end sleep in God arms until we meet again love, bobbie jo

Dad, You lived a fantastic life for 71 years. You never met a stranger and you were loved and respected by all. I was fortunate to have you for 44 years. Life will never be the same without you. I miss you everyday. Take care of your grandson Kyle until I can rejoin you. Love you Pop. Byron

Kyle, We miss you every day. You are our special angel. See you someday over the rainbow. Mom,Dad,Dori & Eric

Dad, you are finally at rest now. Peace of mind and soul, and most of all no more pain. You are finally reunited with Mom after 15 years. I miss you Daddy. The silence is so hard to take. And the little things like getting your pills or an ice cream cone, I miss doing them. I love you Daddy and I don't know what I'm going to do without you. Tell Mommy that I love her and miss her. I miss and love you both so much. Forever in my heart. Love, your daughter Carol

Our precious daughter, Catherine Ann George, age 20, was killed in a terrible car accident while traveling northbound on Muddy Creek Road (just off MD 214 [Central Ave]) in Southern Anne Arundel County, Maryland, at 9:44PM on Tuesday, November 16th, 1999. Her passenger, a young man named Ronald Zseltvay, Jr., of Shady Side, also 20, perished along with her. Both were reported to have died instantly. Apparently they swerved (my daughter was driving her 1996 Honda Civic HX) to miss a bolting deer and were hit broadside by an oncoming car, a 1969 Chevy Camaro, driven by a man named Schneider from Deale, Maryland. He survived the crash with only minor injuries.

Catherine and Ronnie were buried beside each other in the church cemetery at Saint James Parish Episcopal Church in Lothian, Maryland.

Catherine was born at 6:25AM on July 27, 1979 at the Wilford Hall USAF Medical Center, Lackland Air Force Base, San Antonio, Texas. She weighed 6 lbs 11 oz.

She graduated from Broadneck High School in 1997 and had taken some computer-related courses at Anne Arundel Community College in Arnold, MD. She had also traveled to the U.K., and the Philippines.

She worked from 1996 to 1997 as a teacher's aide at Kindercare child care center and was a teller at Arundel Federal Savings Bank in Annapolis from April 1997 until her death. Catherine enjoyed working with computers and helping children.

She is survived by her parents, retired Air Force Chief Master Sergeant Charles R. and Mrs. Engelberta G. George of Annapolis; two brothers, Charles R. George, II and Graham Hunter George of Annapolis; one sister, Mary Jane Simpkins of Orlando, FL; and her maternal grandfather, Epifanio Genonsalao of Manila, Philippines.

In her short life among us, she touched the lives of many, many people with her beauty and love and will be greatly missed by all that knew her.

Jennifer, Eighteen years have come and gone, Since that December day. You came to us and brought us joy, Then quickly went away. But even now your memory, We cherish in our hearts. And thus we'll live until that day, When death no longer parts. Your family will all be there, What a day 'twill be. When you can place my hand in Christ's, His hand that bled for me. I love you baby! Love, Dad

Some people only dream of angels, we held one in our arms... Dear sweet Meghan, you will always live in our hearts and many others all around the world you have touched so many, without even speaking. We love you and we miss you... Your Grandpa (my Dad) wrote this poem- For Meghan- In a twinklin of an eye, A princess said "goodbye." For me not to cry- I'm an angel flying high. And, when my name comes to mind- Look what I left behind All the love we shared, And all the time I knew you cared, And all the smiles I gave you, Are just the start of something new- Blessings from above and a very special love- are what I give to thee so in YOU, all will see, an Angel Partly ME. Written by Grandpa Banks Jan 1998 Remember though we held you only for a moment, you will be remembered forever...

We love you very much, Michael! You'll live on in our hearts and memories forever. Never stop smiling!

Your loving sister, Casey

Dear Daddy,
Sometimes I can't believe you have been gone 20 years this month and other times it seems like an eternity since I have seen you. I still miss you so very much! I know you know this. I sense your presence most all of the time. I use to dream of you often, now it is not as often as I would like. Please appear to me, again, like you did before in my dreams.
We all miss you. Your grandchildren are all growing up so fast. They are curious about you. Sometimes they will start talking about you out-of-the-blue, or they will ask me questions about you. I am so pleased when they want to talk about you. They know I miss "my daddy" very much. Even though it may be a long time,I am so excited for the day you and I are reunited in heaven.
I love you, daddy!
Your daughter

On te manque beaucoup.
J'espère qu'en haut tu ne nous oublie pas..
On t'aime toujours
Claire et les enfants

Mom, We miss you Fred,John,Laura,Dennis,JoAnn,Mary,Gregory... Melissa,Shannon,Ryan,Jacob,Meaghan

This morning we got a call from my Gran. She told us that my Great Granny had passed away in her sleep. It was 7am and my mum came in and woke me up. I asked her why she had woken me up so early and she told me. I did not cry as I was not surprised. We all knew she would be gone soon but it was weird to think she had passed on. She was looking forward to seeing her husband in heaven as he died when he was very young. My Gran was only 2. She was in no pain because of the drip. She was happy and she was a great lady. She would sit there for ages telling us stories. We loved it. It is a shame she is gone but she was very old. She was nearly 99. She always wanted to live to 100 but she is lucky to live to the age she is as not many people do. Although not here on earth, Susan Gerrard will live on in all our hearts.

A un ami qui est parti beaucoup trop vite... dont on se souviendra toujours. Merci d'avoir fait parti de nos vies! De tes amis qui t'aiment boucoup, Judith, Stephane et Stephanie, Ghislain et Julie, Mathieu, Francois, Nathalie et Pierre, Pascale et Eric, Ghislain et Sylvie, Chantale et Daniel, Josee, Stephane et Mona, toute la ligue de hockey, de pool, de baseball, Helene et Eric, et tous ceux qui ont connu Jos

Cher papa, je t'aimerai toujours. Ne sois pas inquiet nous nous occupons bien de maman et de notre frère Pierre.
En ce jeudi matin de printemps, tu nous a quitté mais ton souvenir restera toujours avec nous.
Un jour tu viendras nous chercher, un par un et à nouveau nous serons réunis.
Je t'embrasse bien fort et pense à toi.

Ta fille Louise

Chuck, as he was known was a very kind caring, compassionate person. He would go out of his way to help in any way he could. I love him and miss him greatly!! He was a bass player in a band called "Hayden" , the band split up after he was killed.He was killed in a car accident, he was the passenger with a "friend" who thought he had to try to show off, forcing the car into a spin which he over corrected causing the car to go off the edge of the road and slamming into a bank causing him to be thrown onto the driver and being killed instantly. He wasn't wearing his seatbelt, but not because he didn't want to, the seatbelt n his side of the car had been cut, prior to the accident. Yet, the driver is not liable for any of that. He walked away, unharmed, when I lost someone very close to me. The driver recieved no reprecussion for his actions, all he got was a $13.00 traffic ticket and an insurance hike. What is that compared to a human life? No comparrison. The world has lost a truly wonderful person due to negligance and stupidity. I would hope people would be more cautious with their driving, it may not be their life they take. It could be my family, your family, even their family.

Lived in Vevay, Indiana-and left behind a special gift. Was the beloved husband of Linda J. (Garland)Getz, and the father of five children, Robert, Jami, Glenda, Sandi, and Sherry Worked as a chemical plant supervisor, at Monsanto Chemical Corp. in Adyston, Ohio. Dad enjoyed hunting, fishing, and farm work. But most of all he loved his grand kids. He said that he never got to spend much time with his kids, something he wished he had done more of. His favorite movie was"Old Yeller", because it taught him to respect what he had, and not what could be gotten. He was buried in The New Liberty Cemetery, in East Enterprise, Indiana. If any one is of the Getz decent, my father left one gift to all of us. The early warning, and onset of a hereditary heart disease, resulting from high cholesterol. Thank you dad for the gift, and the gift to your brothers, and sisters. You left this world to early, but left behind a gift of education, and awareness of problems ahead if we did not change our routines, and style of living. We love and miss you very much. We will never got to thank you for all you did, or to tell you that we love you. Sadly missed by all who knew and loved you. your family and friends.

I condemn the useless violence wich killed this man. There is nothing that can ever be used as an excuse. A good man is no longer with us anymore.