His life was too short, He will be greatly missed!

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Dear Margaret: not a day goes by that you are not missed,thought about and cried for. Sorry things worked out so badly for you. You were brillant, beautiful and sweet and had so much life to live. Till we meet again.

Mary is survived by 5 children, Rick and Rena (twins), Jim, Shawna and Phillip. Four Grandchildren, Jaimie, Matt Eric and Pierce Cooper; and one great-grandchild, Hayden. She was the daughter of the late Elza and Odna (Milliron) Pierce. In Memory of her, My Mother, I could list here what groups she belonged to, volunteer work, you know, the standard obitiuary language. Instead I choose to tell you what she went through and how she dealt with it. My Mother became a single parent with the twins being the oldest at age 16 and three younger children the youngest being 5 or 6. She had no employment skills as she had only worked a short time before marrying my Father. She struggled to make ends meet and with the help of my twin brother we always seemed to make it. She never dated and never remarried. She insisted on an interview for a job at the "Welfare Dept" and managed to get the job and work there for 12 or so years. Then on to California and became an Executive Secretary at the Jet Purpulsion Lab working there for years. The health problems started. She had many but you would never be able to tell by looking at her, nor by listening as she never complained. When In California she had a heart attack and quit smoking, after 25 years of doing so, cold turkey! Any one who smokes knows that in and of itself quitting smoking is quite difficult. I only mention this as it illustrates how strong and determined she was. She moved back to Ohio and underwent a series of angiograms and angioplasts for her heart problem. We truly lost count of those procedures. At one point in time her vision in her right eye became clouded. The only answer she got after consulting with several Doctors was that it was "all in her head". Well, it certainly was. It was a rare brain tumor for which she underwent 8 hours of surgery in Columbus. The tumor was located in such a place that we were told we may have to teach her to talk, walk, eat, etc. She came out of that surgery with only a headache. It was explained to us that they could not sucessfully remove the tumor that she would have to go to Canada, Pennsylvania or California. We took her to Pennsylvania where the Doctor explained the risks all over again. They even filmed the procedure both times as this kind of brain tumor was rare. Another 8 hours and she came out 100% herself. She even had a button on her night gown that read "Ask me about my Lobotomy". When the Doctor saw it he laughed and later she was told it was highly unusual to hear him laugh. The staff in both hospitals found her to be a very easy, delightful patient. The surgery was a sucess but she would have to wear an eye patch on her right eye because of one eye not tracking with the other and throwing off her balance. That health problem taken care of, she was diagnosed with breast cancer 7 years ago. A lumpectomy and treatment caused the cancer to go in to remission until Oct of 98 when she had to have a masectomy. September of 99 the cancer returned and even though the radiation burned her badly and the Kemo drained her of her energy she never complained and she kept fighting. In conjuction to the cancer coming back she developed Lymphodema. A type of "elephantis" of her right arm causing her to lose the full use of her arm. She died January of this year with my twin brother Rick, his wife and son, and her sister at her bedside. We kept talking to her in the hopes she could hear. I said "I love you Mom" to her several times. The glazed look and struggling stopped briefly, just long enough for her to say "I love you all" and then the struggling started again. As I look around I see that all her children, though not perfect, have good jobs, families, have never been in serious trouble or had/have problems that could not be overcome. She left us all with strength, goodness, a willingness to overcome all obstacles in our path and the ability to hold this family together by her believes and teachings alone. She was my Hero, the wind beneath my wings. I love you Mom and thank you from the bottom of my heart. I miss you and want you to know I will work through the pain of your loss only by virtue of remembering and emulating your unbeleiveable spirit and strength. Love, Your Daughter Rena

Wait for me in heaven granpa, I will be there one day. I remember all of the stories and all of the hunting ground traditions that we did. We are keeping them alive and posted the grounds last weekend. Your hat is the memory of your presense at Phillys.

Eric Jr.

"The rose-lipped girls are sleeping in fields where flowers fade." Jamie was the first friend I met in kindergarten. We grew up together, we laughed together, we cried together. I will never forget her wide smile or her light-hearted laugh. A year and a half ago, Jamie, and another friend, Courtney, were killed in a car crash. They were in the backseat when the truck's driver slammed into a pole. They died almost instantly. They were sixteen. Jamie was a basketball cheerleader, an honor student, and a member of her church's youth group. She was an angel then and she is one now. She is deeply missed by family and friends.

Beloved father, husband and friend. You will be missed.

You were born Gloriamaria Russo,in Brooklyn,N.Y.,one of 4 children of Sr. Felix Ralph and Theresa(bullo)Russo.First born; Jr.Felix Ralph,11 years your senior,Baby boy Russo then Baby girl Russo who both died soon after birth. You were the 4th child and had a loving relationship with your brother and parents.You had a promising career on Wall Street
You married Charles H.Hedge Jr.and were blessed with 5 beautiful children.Charles F.,Gloria M.,Edward H.,Walter R.,and Steven T. While raising a family,you were a teacher at Our Lady of Lourds catholic school, Massapeua, N.Y.for many years. You taught CCD and succeeded in preparing mentally handicapped children to receive the sacraments. you joined a greassroots program to organize bingo games to benefit a local catholic high school.You worked with this group 4 years to raise funds for many school projects.

Then tragedy struck, a house fire took the lives of your two youngest sons,Walter and Steven and their father,
Charles H. Jr.
Shortly after,you met a man. You both needed a "shoulder".You seemed so alone and yet so strong. You would always say that you were spared because God had more work for you to do.Time brought you both closer and you agreed to marry which was the beginning of a new life for you.
Not only were you mates ,but friends,confidants,lovers and partners.You were truly a wonderful loving wife and lived
happily for each other

You enjoyed donating your talents at a local Family Service League ,helping people with debt problems and food for the needy.
You enjoyed your country home, where you spent many weekends and vacations. You enjoyed making afghans and lap robes for the residents of nursing homes.When you retired and moved to your new house,you took great pleasure in making it a home for your retirement years. Then another tragedy,the loss of your only daughter ,Gloria M. Hedge. God rest her soul.

You gave 28 years of yourself and succumbed to over 5 years of illnes,despite your husband's support,caring and source of stregnth. your last 3 years you suffered from a lung ailment plus open heart surgery that went bad and left you without a breastbone and on constant home oxygen. As if that wasn't enough,you had to be treated for a cancer on one of your lungs.

You died in all your dignity by electing the living will option,rather than living and suffering again on a ventilator. You are at peace now and with your lost family whom you missed so much. You are missed by all who loved you
Rest in peace Bonnie,your work is finished.

I never got to hold you, but I've heard so much about you that I almost feel like I know you. Everyone misses you so much, Austin. You and Justin are both big brothers now! Prestin was born in December of 1997. I wish you and he and Justin had the chance to play together.....you would have had so much fun! Your mommy loves and misses you SO much! Your daddy, grandparents, brothers, aunts and uncles do too!!! You are loved very much and will never be forgotten.

Beloved Friend and my spiritual sister, you will always be loved and are now sorely missed. I feel that you are still with me each day, gently guiding me in all that I do. For this I say thank you and God Bless.

Keith Kriger touched so many peoples lives in such a great way. He always had a smile on his face and loved life. He was so smart and had a very bright future. Tragically Keiths life suddenly ended when an oncoming train hit him. He was alone in the vehicle following behind some friends. Keith has left us with so many empty hearts but happy memories of the guy who always knew how to put a smile on someones face. One thing I've learned is to live life to the fullest because you will never know when it is your time. We all miss you Keith

In loving memory of our friend, Kimmie Krimm!!

The that backstabbing piece of @#*#. He was a good man but he didn't like to be made fun of! See you in heaven!

RAINDROP by Terry Beard ~~~ I am a tiny raindrop falling from the sky... I may look like all the others, but they are not like I. Starting in the heavens, my life slides quickly past. Through sun and wind and clouds so cold to meet my end at last. Splashing on the sidewalk, my race it seems is run... To my surprise I find myself here, in another one. Now as I look around me through brand knew kind of eyes I see a brand knew kind of world where old rules don't apply. No longer am I seperated by distance from my friends. No longer must we hang in air waiting for the end. For ends are new beginings which lead to who knows where... ...and any place I go I know I'll find you there. ~~~ - we will miss you Jake.

RAINDROP by Terry Beard ~~~ I am a tiny raindrop falling from the sky... I may look like all the others, but they are not like I. Starting in the heavens, my life slides quickly past. Through sun and wind and clouds so cold to meet my end at last. Splashing on the sidewalk, my race it seems is run... To my surprise I find myself here, in another one. Now as I look around me through brand knew kind of eyes I see a brand knew kind of world where old rules don't apply. No longer am I seperated by distance from my friends. No longer must we hang in air waiting for the end. For ends are new beginings which lead to who knows where... ...and any place I go I know I'll find you there. ~~~ - we will miss you Jake.

Daniel James Kroger was a man. He was a loving husband, a wonderful father to his three children, Julie, Cory, and Dylan, he was a supportive friend, a respectful son, a reliable employee. We worked hard and played hard. He had many friends and one true love. His love of life was visible in the constant smile he wore on his face. "My Angel" Luck brought me to you. Tragedy tore us apart. How cruel this life can be. This life I must start anew. You changed my life, gave me faith in this world, when I became your wife, and I was your girl. Together we grew. Partners for life. And now you are gone, I can't believe it is true. Torn from my life, our children confused. Where do we go from here? What do we do? I know you are out there. I know you can see. You are my guiding angel, till we meet again in eternity. I will love you forever Daniel James Kroger! Your loving wife, Michele Ann

Davone Jonath Krueger 8 Cheshvan 5694 - 22 Kislev 5759 October 28, 1932-December 11, 1998 Devoted and Loving Mother Devoted and Loving Friend Our Guardian Angel We Love You Mommy. Thank you for adopting us. Daniel W. Krueger and Kimberly Mary Krueger-Broyles

Although so many years have passed since you left this place for a much better one, I think of you often and wonder what kind of person would you be if you had not been in that car accident that took you away from those that loved you. I will always remember our last conversation two days before you moved away with your family. You were so excited! And I was sad that you were moving so far away from where we grew up and hung out together. Then one day shortly after you moved I pick up our local paper to read that you had died! I read your obituary over and over and even asked my mom to read it because it couldn't be true! I'm sorry that the rest of the world didn't get to see the talented person that you were, not to mention the kind, caring friend that I will always miss! Till we meet again Liz.......Always, Ingrid