This was my grandmother. She taught me to be a real lady by teaching me to sew, crochet, and cook. When my parents got divorced when I was a child she took care of my sister and I. I remember watching baseball with her at night on television and falling asleep next to her. She was a very special woman who deserved a better life than she got, but she could have been anyone. My Grandmother was abused by her husband, my grandfather, most of her adult life. He hit her sometimes, but mostly he just yelled at her and told her what a worthless person she was. She grew up in an era where you either accepted your life as a wife and mother or you were an outcast in society. She never knew where to look for help. My mother still suffers the effects of my grandfather's abuse of both her and her mother. If this story sounds like someone in your life, maybe even your grandma, call your local shelter or helpline, maybe death doesn't have to be the way your loved one escapes a cycle of violence.

A wonderful uncle, I will never forget his famous expression, "Jee Manny Pats." Where he ever picked up on it, I'll never know, but it is so funny. Used to refer to rock & roll as "bangbang music." Always gave me money for special occasions such as birthday, Xmas, and the like, and sometimes just for the sheer hell of it!! You were so good to me, Uncle Jim, and I miss you and love you dearly. Love always, Eddie Joe

This uncle of mine was a REAL riot--one time, when my aunt was talking on the telephone, he went over to her and went "yakyakyakyakyakyakyak" by her free ear, and she told him, quite pointblankly, "Ah, go to Hell," which he really deserved!!!! Used to drink a lot, and was known for the time he sang the old standard, "That Lucky Old Sun" during a drinking binge, and got thrown out of the damn club in the process!! He was quite fond of this song, and used to sing it at the top of his lungs to me, who always got quite a charge out of it!! Uncle Johnny, I luv & miss you!! Eddie Joe

I don't know too much about this infamous uncle of mine, but I do know that he used to curse & swear a lot, and tell it like it is, so to speak. Whether it be words about his wife, like "That goddamn Gladys," or about someone ticking him off somehow, believe me, he was right there to make his point--and Gladys would always give him hell for it!! But he was very good to me, though, and Uncle Mike, I really do miss you--just watch your language!! Love, Edward

A round-the-clock TV buff, his favorite show was Johnny Carson. Always enjoyed his beer warm. Enjoyed late night telephone conversations, and had a lot of great referrals in his lifetime. Was one of my favorite uncles, whom I'll never forget.

I buried my father today. Most sorrowfully he passed away just days before my birthday and an hour before my regular afternoon visit to cheer him.

A most noteworthy man ... slow to anger and quick to smile. The son of a coal miner, raised with seven other children amidst the Great Depression. He fought a war, mastering the high tech avionics and electronics of his day, but lived ... as most of us live ... a more ordinary existence. He had, at times, held two jobs and worked 100 hour weeks. He survived and was made stronger by both failures and later successes that surprised even him. He buried his wife, my mother, only halfway through a lifetime, then went on alone to finish raising and educating three children. He inspired many with his poetry and thoughtful letters. He strived to hurt no one. In the end he resisted heroic efforts at medical treatment, and for that matter declined even pain killers.

As he once said of his father, I now say of him ... he was the greatest man I ever knew.

No response needed or expected ... merely a notice on the passing of a soul. An epitaph to the ether, as it were.

Anthony J. Kadysewski, III
Son

This guy was a real comedian; he was very bald headed, and would do everything in his power to keep everyone laughing their asses off, so to speak. He worked in a hospital where I was a long term patient years ago during my adolescence, and we became the best of friends. He used to be in the South Pacific during World War 2, he told me this, and had this little monkey named Schtoeffel (I can't spell it right), and would do comedy routines portraying a character named Schnickelfritz. He used to walk into doors, backing up with his hand on his bald head, pretending to have hit himself. Once he donned this girl's wig, picked up a tambourine and hit himself on the bald head several times, walked up to me and said, "Will you play house with me?" I was laughing so hard, and didn't realize, until this woman made mention of it, that I was crying. He talked German and Croatian, and also taught me how to play 500 Rummy, which I never could get the knack of before meeting him. We used to play pool, too, and had a lot of fun together. Once during a 500 Rummy game, he kept discarding, and I kept picking up those cards; he kept looking up at the ceiling, talking in German or Croatian. We were playing horseshoes at camp one year, when I made a ringer, and he looked up at the sky, and when I asked him what was wrong, he told me, in his deep voice, "Well, hell, you made a ringer." George old buddy, I miss you now that you're no longer on this earth to keep me in stitches, so to speak. You probably have a great audience up there now well entertained. I hope I see you again someday. Your old buddy, Edward

A talented actress, she will be fondly remembered by all her fans.

AK was a great person and a friend to many. She was always the one to put a smile on your face, no matter how bad of a mood you were in. She cared about everyone, and she had a glowing smile. I know Amanda is in a better place now, but its still hard to say Good bye. AK will never stop living on in our hearts. Please watch over all of us. We Love You Amanda!

With love,
~The CHS Class of 2005~

Son of Norman W. (Pete) (b. 25 Aug., 1916 d. July 5, 1992) and Eleanor nee Doan (b. Jan. 4, 1918 d. July 18, 1994). Husband of Joyce L. née Dodt (b. Jan. 7, 1947). Father of Jody L. (b. June 8, 1968) and Jerry Louise (b. April 8, 1970).

Marty was a wonderful husband and a considerate person. He was always ready to help anyone who needed it.

His time on earth was too short and he had so much to do!

He is missed by all who loved him.

Son of William F. (b.May 17 1884 d.Nov. 10 1957) and Blanche S. (b. Nov. 10, 1883 d. May 2, 1944). Husband of Eleanor nee Doan (b. Jan 4, l918 d. July 18, l994). Father of Jack D. (b. Sept 3, l938) and Jerry D. (b. May 16, l943 d. April 8, l970).

In memory of my best friend, my Father! A man who thought of everyone before himself. He taught me understanding, to care for others, to share in every aspect of life. A loving man, who was not in the best of health for most of his life, always made time for his family. Dad, you still had so much to teach me, it was ashame that you had to leave the earth so soon. Thank you for letting me share in at least 37 of your 59 years with you. A true friend that will never be forgotten! You always knew how to make us laugh, sometimes I can sense you with us trying to put that smile on our face. I Love You, Dad! I can't wait until the day the Lord calls and says, I am able to be with you again. Till then Dad, keep the Heavens laughing, play your music for the Angels, and in the future, be waiting with open arms, as I will be with you again! Love, Your Daughter, Darlene

Son of William F. Kaiser (b. May 14, 1884 d. Nov. 1957) and Blanch Scobie Kaiser (b. Nov. 10, 1883 d. May 2, 1944). Husband of Emily Jackson (b. Nov. 6 1910 d. Jan. 20,1984). Father of Robert E. (b. Dec. 10, 1929), Janet L. (b. Apr. 26, 1933), and William E. (b. Feb. 10. 1935).

In loving memory. Husband of Blanche (née Scobie), father of Rupert, Norman, Gerarld, Marjorie, and Dale.

Missing you mommy everyday! My life is over untill you return. Please god bring her back to us ....why couldnt the hospital try harder to save you..didn't they know you were my everything?? I want a time machine so i can go back to that day and take you away to a hospital that cared to a hospital that would have tried to keep you here so that i wouldnt have to live in fear...fear that i will never be with again...please oh please let there be a heaven with my mommy waiting for me---
we love you mommy we will always be your babies
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Rest in peace
With love and warm
Tiina

Mirjam,
Your death so quickly,
So suddenly, one moment we share with eachother a friendship,
the next moment you are fighting for your life! And you lost the fight.
The moment your mother callled me, and she told me that you died, came to me as a big joke. I could not believe you was death, so suddenly, so quickly, we had so much to do together this summer.
I miss you every day, I think of you every day, and I want to turn back time everyday.
One thing I could not do is say forever goodbye to you! And that is one of the thing I would do if I could turn back the time.
And I would thank you for the great Friendschip we had, and that you have been such a good friend to me!
You were so sweet, so kind, so calm, so special.

Thats why I leave the song "you've got a friend" to you in you memorial divine service.

And it was so beautiful to see your words on your death announcement.
"There are special moments
that you have to show
that you love somebody "
Mirjam

dear Mirjam
You are for always in my Heart and I miss you!
Rest in Peace
A sweet Big Hug from me
-xxx-

So, Tom. In the fall of '94, at age 25, he was diagnosed with leukemia. His life had been difficult already. Something -- maybe his mother and I divorcing, maybe something later, maybe something he came with -- stood in his way. Maybe he lacked a father. For some reason he could never succeed. Whenever he got close, he shut down. A long history of sociopathic behavior, seldom if ever violent, incomplete, like he never hatched in some way. Finally he escaped Santa Cruz and ended up in Austin Texas and had a job, good friends, and a girlfriend. Good people, from what I could tell. He was there a year or so, then the diagnosis. The diagnosis is the ticket into the world of industrial medicine, some of which I got to experience in February, after his bone-marrow transplant. Not a good thing. But he was large in every way in meeting this huge challenge, this sudden profound condition in his physical being. He was quite there with it. It almost seemed that he was born for this dying. An irony fitting Montaigne. He died on March 14th. There was a wonderful memorial for him here on Whidbey Island, in a filbert orchard across from the house of friends in Langley. One of those living-jewel sort of occurances. Tom attracted a significant astral greeting. And then he vanished.
-- Drew Kampion (father)

We all want him to still be with us we miss him so much.

We will all miss you Aunt Tenna. I'm sorry that you had to suffer with cancer the last few days of you life. I feel you knew, I was one of the last to visit you, before you died.I hope, you are with my Mother (your Sister), to carry on the talks you liked to have together. Your Nephew Bill Komejan

My brother, I will always love you and remember you. One of my most fondest memories is when I was about six years old [ I am now 51 years old ] , I was playing in my front yard and I looked way down the street and I saw a sailor in uniform walking my way. I ran into the house and told maw that I saw a sailor coming and that I thought it was you, and I was going to run down the street and meet you, and Maw said it couldn't possibly be you, because you were not due home for another week, and she also told me to stay in the yard or risk being spanked.....well we all know I never was an obediant child. When I was in the yard and sure that Maw wasn't looking, I slipped out the gate and went running toward the sailor, and sure enough it was you....I was so happy and you were to...happy to be home from Guam, have to see me, and happy to have some of Maw's good cooking. You had your duffle bag on one shoulder and you swung me up on to the other shoulder and I put my legs around the back of you neck and away we went toward the house, as we got closer to the yard we could here Maw calling my name and saying that when she found me she was going to beat me [ ha ha ],

and you yelled and said I was with you, and then you ran to greet our Mother, and we were all so happy to see each other and be together again, and from that point we all rushed into the kitchen to eat and hear all your tales, especially how you had made it home a week earlier than we all expected. Those were the good ole days, I have more good memories of you, but I'll keep them in my heart for now, just as I keep your memory alive. Well now Maw is gone, and our big brother Coleman is gone, of course I'm sure you knew that, surely ya'll are together, I'm still here in Texas, and I think of you and the rest of our family daily. I love you,

your sister, Lizzy

My Nana was the kindest most generous person you could meet. When I left NZ in July of 1995, my biggest fear was that one of my Grandparents would die before I returned. My Grandpa died in October of 1996, and it was really hard not being there. I decided to return to NZ for Christmas 1997 and booked a flight for the 13th of December. My sister rang me with the news that Nana Bubsy had had a massive stroke and was in critical condition. I rushed back early and surprised my Mum and Dad. Although the Doctors said Nana was brain damaged and would not know, I know in my heart she knew I was there. I spent 2 weeks with my Nana, and was there with her when she died. I was so greatful to have had that time with her. I miss her and think about her every day. God Bless you Nana. May you rest in peace. All my love Kirsten

My brother, my oldest brother, the one we all looked up to, the one that took on all of the family affairs, now I still look up to you. You were always there for me, when I was small and then when I was a teen and you took me to live with you and your wife, then you drove about a thousand miles to get me out of that hick Arkansas jail where they were about to send me up the river for ever over a minor deal....you saved me. You took me to see my first big league ball game, the Detroit Tigers vs. the Redsox....you took me to the race track to see the ponies run. I will always love you, and I will forever miss you.

To my beloved uncle Joe,
I most regret not being able be with you in your last days. Thank you for the fond memories that only an uncle like you could have provided. May you rest in God's grace for eternity.
your loving nephew,
Mike

To My Dearest Kim Words can never express just how much you were loved or are now missed we can only hope that now you are at peace and in the arms or your loving grandmother and father.My deepest regret is that i didnt get to say good bye and i will always regret this.Just know that i did love you and you were one of my best buds almost sisters Love You Aways Cherie xoxoxo

My son was such a wonderful man, so loving and kind. He had so much fun teasing his little sister who was born 22years 2 days after him. Michael was a best friend to all, always there to lend a helping hand. I'm sorry to say that he didn't have a very good childhood, He was my natural born son and when I married he was adopted by my husband. Mike was treated by him as if he just wasn't good enough, but I'm here to tell you he was...he was great!. I miss him so very much, they tell me that it will get better but I doubt it. Michael, I love you honey and I miss you so much. I know you're not suffering anymore and that's good but God, I want to be with you.

Michael is survived by:

Mother:Lynnette Kanipe Ringger Felser
StepFather:David C. Felser
Sister: Kimberly Felser
Brother: John D.Ringger
Father: Lyle Dale Popp (Lois)
Sons: Kalief & Todd
Aunt: Christine Pietrykowski (Ted)
Uncle: Alan Kanipe (Karen)
and others.

Harry attended Montgomery County Community College in Pennsylvania. His AOL name was Sttubs. He will be missed .

Gabriel "Abe" Kardong, aviator, died Sunday after a year long bout with leukemia. He made Spokane his home after a 26 year Air Force career which spanned the globe.

A "Mustang" (non degree'd former enlisted man), he flew the best and the fastest the Air Force had to offer including the B-58 and the SR-71. He also flew 145 forward air controller missions in Vietnam while commanding the 20th TASS at DaNang. He received 2 Distinguished Flying Crosses and 20 other decorations. He retired as a Colonel.

After his Air Force retirement, Kardong flew for corporate aviation, wrote aviation articles and lectured. He is survived by his children Suzan Kardong-Edgren of Flower Mound, TX, Greg Kardong of Moses Lake, WA, Christine Ruperto of Sewickley, PA, and 4 grandchildren

I did not know Maria personaly. All I know is that she was a kind loving person.she was kind,nice,very beutiful,thoughtful,free sprited,everything a person should be. Maria was the type of person that would speak her mind. She passed away on September 23,1999. She died of the disease lupus. Her last few weeks were spent at John Hopkins hospital. She died so young. She had just finshed her year at Forest Oak Middle school. She never begain her freshman year at her high school. Her family and friends will always miss her.

I didn't really know maria. I saw her in the halls once or twice. People used to call her "the prettest girl in school". She was. She was not only beautiful outside but also inside. She was always protective about her family and friends. She was the type of person you would want as a best friend, she is the type of person you would want to be. I hope Maria is looking down from heaven to her friends and family. Good bye Maria.

To a great friend and a kind,beautiful,respectful person. Maria died at a very young age, she didn't even get a chance to start her freshman year in high school. I never got to know Maria but I know the time I spent with her knowing her was worth it. Anytime I hear Maria's name or see her picture I will cry for her, I will cry because she misses her family and friends, I will cry for her cause she never started high school, and I will cry for her cause she never go to do things she wanted to do when she grew up, I will cry for joy when she recieves her wings and will sing sing for happiness. Just to know that she's happy will give me a reason to live and fight for what I believe in.

~Kaddish for Neem Karoli, Maha Samadhi September 23rd, 1973~ ~beloved friend shanti peace~

If I wrote a fairytale and made it real deep And read it to you would it put you to sleep? I’ll make it short If I will you stay and listen? It’s about what people do when they’re not kissin. Once there was a young man with huge liquid eyes. He believed in love because he thought he knew what it was. He thought it meant that everyone could live happily as a family. So he tried. His family had 3.5 million mothers, a like number of fathers, children, and every other type of relative. Their roles were interchangeable. A man could be his own grandpa and no one would stare. He was his own lover and his wife his mother. He understood and was enormously happy... If he explained this to other people, some felt his wonder and joy. But the others had to know WHY. He couldn’t tell them. He spoke softly-and they drowned his words with questions and criticisms. Eventually he gave up. He took a wife and created a family and learned what love was like in a very small universe. It was confining, and it was safe. He knew then why people hadn’t listened when he’d urged them to become as one. Those who think they are happy fear ecstasy. Knowing this, the young man sighed and busied himself growing old. We love you and miss you, Mr. Oogle. Peppin, Jacob, Michele

An All-American hero. An amazing man, with too many athletic gifts to list. A son, a brother, an uncle. You contributed more to our lives than you must have known. You are greatly missed.

I loved him in ways I am only discovering now. He was my champion, my inspiration, my friend, my biggest fan and the best example of a blue collar hero. He instilled values in me that will benefit me, my children, and all those whose lives he touched. He loved my mother with a deep, profound love that turned golden and wonderous with each passing day. I am the man I am today because of him...I hope wherever he will spend eternity, he can see me. I promise to make him proud ....I love you Pop, thank you ....Johnny

I will sing a song for you.

Virginia

Love you, Dad. Until we meet again.

Andy was a genius in my eyes. I respect him for his courage and thank him for the inspiration he has given me. Some people beleive that Andy faked his death, I personally don't belive this rumor but I know that if anyone could fake their own death and get away with it it would deffinately be him! ~*JA*~

This amazing woman was my Mom. She still is, but she left this earth last Tuesday, on November 4th. She was loving to all people and all creatures. Even at 89, she didn't want to ask anyone for help and tried her very best to do things on her own. I am devastated, but so glad that she was my mom. She had a crazy sense of humor and a spirit of adventure that seemed to shout, "where there is a will, there's a way." Everyone that knew her realized very quickly that she was different; she was a Norwegian through and through and flew her country's flag side by side with her American Flag. Her fragile but loving heart finally gave out and she passed away from the confines of her old body happily and peacefully. Go in peace, Mom. I miss you.

Always and forever loving you. cathy