Todd W. Mockler

He was a special person to many people. He was also the closest cousin I had. He was always there for me and I always knew where to find him .He had some hard times in life but he made it through them with the help of his family and friends. He had uncles who were like fathers to him. And he was always willing to help. He died a horrible death and I will never ride on a motorcycle because of it. I loved him dearly and his death still hurts me. I wish he was still here to talk to but instead of calling him or going to his house to talk. I have to look up to the sky or go to his grave and that hurts me more then anyone can ever know. The family misses his so much and we all wish he was here. He will always be in our hearts and our minds. We love u todd.

Age 57 died June 28, 1995. Loving father of Paul and Charles. Cherished son of Marcelle. His achievements as a dedicated scholar, poet, mathematician were surpassed only by his kindness. He is survived by a loving family and countless friends who mourn him deeply.

A most wonderful mother. She may be gone but she will never be forgotten.

My beautiful angel, Harriott: I am so thankful and so blessed that you were a part of my life. I believe I am a better person because of you. Your courage and positive attitude over all your pain and suffering is an example to me, and to all, of how we have a choice in what happens to us. As you battled the crippling and debilitating disease of Alzheimers, you showed us all that one still has choices. As with you, sometimes it is just a choice of attitude. I know that you are with our Lord Jesus Christ, and all those who have gone on before you, and although I would never wish you back here on earth, I miss you ever so much. I know that I will grieve for awhile, but like you taught me, I will again "get back upon the horse." Thank you so much for everything! I will never forget you, and will love you always!! Marcella

A woman who loved life, laughter, and butterflies. A wonderful wife, mother, grandmother, and mother-in-law. The world is a little less bright without her smile.

On this first day of 2001, from the depths of a northern winter, I would like to offer a few brief words in memory of Rita Marie, but for whom I would never have known the meaning of being in love. The world is darker and colder for her absence.

Now and again, even after these many years, I go out to St. Lawrence Cemetery, but all I see there is a stone with a name and two dates and, poignantly, the word "daughter." Some flowers fading in the muted light under the oaks. Nothing more. She is not there, not really. When she left, she left much behind. And it is in that, in those memories, that I prefer to visit her, living and vibrant, and fairly aglow with the hopefulness of youth.

So, for a brief while, I leave the drab reality of today and wander back across the years and decades to see Rita again: smiling, in faded jeans, the warm June sun in her hair and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. I see her that last Christmas Day in her new blue coat, prettily skipping down the church steps after High Mass. I see her playing catch with her sister in the street than ran in front of her parents' house, riding her bicycle, driving her car, graduating from high school in scarlet robes, sitting in the porch swing on a summer afternoon, sipping coffee at the mall cafe. All mundane things, perhaps, but memorable because it was she who did them and allowed me to share in them.

More, however, I remember Rita's kindness and humility and faith. Like all human beings she had her portion of joy and sorrow, and like all human beings she had to face the challenges, important and petty, that life presents. These things, too, are mundane, but always memorable because these, too, she permitted me to share. She gave me her friendship and her love, and in so doing enriched my life with a meaning and tenderness and excitement and happiness it would otherwise have lacked.

I must resist the temptation of remembering her as a saint or a perfect being. She wasn't. She was a frail human like all of us, subject to the world's turmoil and cruelty. She was, however, possessed of an innate goodness and a sweet, intangible quality which made her very special, at least to me, both then and now. So, I cannot think of her as dead, but only away, and I struggle to believe only half as strongly as she in the existence of an all knowing, all loving and all providential God who directs all things towards good, and in the existence of another life uncorrupted by the heart scalding bitterness of this one. All those things are, perhaps, a mystery. They may be no less real for being mysteries, but the feeble light of our intellects can penetrate them only so far. For the rest, I suppose, we must rely on faith. Of one thing, though, I am sure, and that is simply this: a long time ago a beautiful young woman brought an unexpected love into the life of a lonely young man. And that, itself, was a miracle.

Poem

by Fr. Bede Jarrett, O.P.

We give them back to you, O Lord,
who first gave them to us,
and as you did not lose them in the giving
so we do not lose them in the return.
Not as the world gives do you give,
O Lover of souls !
For what is yours is ours also,
if we belong to you.
Life is unending because love is undying,
and the boundries of this mortal life
are but a horizon,
and a horizon is but the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, strong Son of God, that
we may see further!
Strengthen us in faith, that we may see
beyond the horizon.
And while you prepare a place for us,
as you have promised,
prepare us also for that happy place,
that where you are we may be also,
with those we have loved, forever.

Brazilian, married with Maria da Conceição Cota Mol, has tree children: Alexandre Cota Mol, Anderson Cota Mol and Adilson Cota Mol. He would like to know the origin of his family, but he couldn't (MOL family, from Belgium or German).

Baby Caitlin Patricia Mold beloved first daughter of Megan and Gerd in gods arms now forever in our hearts

&Quot;In God's loving care" This beautiful lady; wife, mother, daughter and friend to all is at peace and will always remain in our hearts.

I'm must start with thanking the creator of this memorial, this a therapy of love and appreciation for me at this time in my life. I'm an only child and daughter of (Mildred Alicia) at 16yrs old - pregnant and - 17yrs old 4mns & 15days she became a mother at 5:34pm in the evening,- I emerged and took my 1st breath of life outside the secure surroundings of my mama's womb, I reconize the unconditional love she had for her only child-(Artiece Monique) me!!!!!!!my mama had to taken on the world as a single teenage mom,and she fought all odds of failure -and won,as a mother of 4 I know the love of mom and child it's a bond that starts with 1st day of conception- my kids are my life,my purpose and I would give anything for them to be safe and healthy,as my mama did with me- when she died at 50yrs old of cervical cancer, it twisted my heart, at times I feel so isolated and out of place because I don't have my mom with me, anymore in this transition of life, although I carry our bond love as mother & daughter in my heart and soul. In 50yrs my mother put a lifetime into my kids and my myself, were of each other, her legacy. I often wondered how I cared for my mother, my kids, and myself,after suffering a stroke, because of high blood pressure, I now know it was pure love, I found ways to move mountains and clear site when needed.

As a child my mother always taught me love of family, I never thought I would confront it's belief so soon,but it's my gift of legacy from my mama,and it's a wonderful priceless gift, you can't buy it but you can give it and for me it's beautiful, and I'm passing the gift onto my kids, most of all I'm teaching them that they need each and nothing can break that bond if not allowed to violate the presence. when my mama died there I had no sibling from my mama to share the pain of my soul,so I had no choice but to endure it alone and as one.

I understand that if my mama could have stayed she would've but, that was not her call, it was her time and she had to go, I know that the pain I feel from losing her is shared by one other person besides myself, it's my mama. Uut of 10 offsprings my mother was the 1st to die, mama always left a hard act to follow, she was the sister that was always there, though she was 5th of 10 she was 1st to protect her siblings, if you came across my mama's siblings in any wrong ways there she would stand, being the warrior that she born to be. w/the nickname being "cherry" (she really loved cherries). She was there when I had my kids and she was a very involved grandma, taking the kids to the circus as she had with me, and the beaches and parks etc. I was able to have a mom that let me listen to various artists, and actors and actress's she brought the lp's and movies!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had everything lp from prince to elvis, I'm a big fan of oldies, they really tell a life story that we all can relate too, I was also able to witness 3 history making events (Jackson's destiny tour)(the Jackson's victory tour when all 6 brothers reunited) I was able to meet and photograph( mj) himself as a rookie with the bulls and I have photo's to prove that, but it's memories like that , priceless and not for sale. Mama taught me that everything has a price but it doesn't mean it's for sale and that I live by and reflect with my kids, a gift I know and my mother was a gift we know a gift life, and she was my gift of life. Mama was purpose to life, and as her daughter I retain the gift of keeping her legacy alive, I'm purpose of a mother and her diamond I'm a-cherry diamond21049 the only one of it's kind,no dupicates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm Artiece Monique ---- I love and honor and cherish my mother Mildred Alicia, she needs no introduction just outlined image. This is my hero, my mother, my bestfriend and my own personal and vivid memorial to her, I've introduced you to Mildred Alicia

Love each other today because tomorrow is no promise to anyone

"Granny" lost her battle to cancer on January 4, 1995. She will be missed by her family.

Nonnie- It's hard to believe you've been gone so many years. I can still feel your presence every now and then. I know you saved me from myself when you sent me Matthew. I want to say I wish you were here. You would love Felix, he's a wonderfully "typical" Italian guy who you would have loved to feed! Somehow, I think you are still the one who holds me together. I hope you hear my prayers when I chat with you. Even after all this time, I feel like you're still my friend. I only wished we could have spent more time together! And please watch for Mom when she comes. I know it will be sometime soon. Just make sure she's alright. I love you always, and look forward to the day we can play cards again! Love always, Claudia

You will always be part of me, whether it's through memories or my children. Cancer may have taken your life, but it never took your spirit. I love and miss you always! Until we meet again, watch over us and keep your munchkins safe and healthy! I love you Ma!

Your daughter,
Claudia

Lieber Opa, nicht viel ist mir von Dir geblieben - wenige Kindheitserinnerungen und die Trauer, Dich nicht besser gekannt zu haben. Doch Du hast immer einen Platz in meinem Herzen. Deine Enkelin Ilka

Son, What can a mother say when one of her children has left her. I will until my dying day miss you more than I can ever express. Everyday I pray for the wisdom to know that I am not smarter than God and you are where he wants you. The tears I shed are for me not for you. You are at peace,whole and in circle of love like nothing you ever experienced here on earth. There are ways I envy you. What a home coming you must of had!! I wish you knew how many people loved you and how sorely you are missed. Love forever!! Mom

Mendy was a young, beautiful woman who left us before her time in February of 1997 by the actions of her own doing. She was my best friend from 3rd grade through college. Over the past few years we were not as close as we once were and I am disappointed that we wasted those years. I do not think Mendy realized just how many people loved her and how much love she had around her. She was cheated out of many wonderful years of her life and we will miss her desprately! God Bless and take good care of her. I Love you Mendy, Fonda

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that life would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

(W.H.Auden)

I miss you
Philipp

Dear Mom, As you lay dying I told you that I loved you. I meant it. You fought your own demons in your own way all of your life. I now fight my demons, one of which was you. For all the good things we had and all the good times we shared I thank you. I know you did the best you could.

When I think of my brother Joseph, I think of kindness, laughter, and love. Joseph, the third child of four, was unique. He was a ray of sunshine, speckled with a bit of mischief. Joseph was blessed with the ability to spread laughter and touch people with kindness wherever he was.

Joseph loved a party and he loved to dance. I remember when we used to go to listen to the local bands play at our neighborhood park, Joseph was always the first to get up and dance. He loved an audience and they encouraged him, they often threw money his way while he danced. Joseph loved to listen to and sing Opera. He often fancied himself as a cross between Mario Lanza and Pavarotti.

My brother Joseph was always prepared with a joke and a kind word. Since childhood he made friends wherever he went and with whomever he spoke, young and old. Joseph made it his business to talk with people and got to know them. Something we often donÂ’t do enough. And he was always there to give a hand to family, neighbor or stranger.

Joseph was always ready and willing to give to others. As a teenager, he volunteered his time working with mentally and physically handicapped children. He continued volunteering his time and energy, tutoring and mentoring special education students. Joseph even counseled and educated cardiac and diabetic patients, while he too suffered the exacerbation of his cardiac ailments.

Joseph was always involved in various groups, clubs, and activities. He was a real "people person" and a popular guy. He was charismatic and growing up, he was often referred to as "the Mayor".

Joseph was very spiritual and rooted in his faith. He served as an alter boy and remained involved in church activities throughout his life. He was honored as a 4th degree Knight in the Knights of Columbus, at his parish in California where he resided with his wife Emily.

Joseph was a devoted husband, son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, uncle, and friend. I admire my brother Joseph for his zest for life in the face of adversity and for his courage; the courage to maintain his faith in God and the courage to forgive. Joseph's heart was physically broken, but filled with love and compassion. And though he left us too soon here on earth, he will always remain a ray of sunshine and hope from heaven.

Joseph was a gift from God to my family, and now he is a gift to God. God, take care of him, and Joseph keep dancing and keep them laughing. Mom, Charles, John, and all of us will miss you very much. Keep on shinning, I love you.

Your little sister, Debra.

Diosdado Montevirgen, is a caring loving friend,
industrious, and honest to goodness.

He died of stab wounds from drug addicts. while walking home from work.

I miss him so much, as a loving friend thats the reasons why I make this virtual memorial.
Ben

When you passed on, you left a large void in my life that will never be filled as long as I live. I have tried to move on as best as I can, and with God's help I somehow manage day by day. I never, ever stop thinking about you. I loved you so much and you must have known. I cannot wait for the day we meet again and I can hug & hold you once again. Love your Sis Lola

Wees gelukkig nu waar je ook bent.
We missen je en zullen altijd van je houden,
heel veel lieve kusjes van je zoon Nino en van je Marri

Dear Mom,

You were the best mom a person could have. You were always so giving and fair. I miss that. I can't believe its been 7yrs already. I miss you so much. You would be proud of your girls and their families. I miss your smile, your phone calls, and your crazy sense of humor. You were so funny, you always made me laugh. We miss you and I love you!

DM

Oh, Daddy. It's been almost 5 years and I miss you so horribly. I've cried myself to sleep almost every night afterward, and I still do. I am right now. I've cried so much that it's almost agonizing. Why did you have to kill yourself? Sometimes I want to kill myself, too, because I cry so hard and I feel so miserable. It just isn't the same without you here to make me laugh and smile. I want you back, Daddy. I really do. You can't imagine how puzzled I was when I noticed the cop knocking on the door as I left and then coming home to find everyone crying. When they told me, all I felt was shock. Why? That question kept running through my mind. Why would you do this? Why would you ever sacrifice spending time with me, your only daughter? How could you, Daddy? You promised me we'd go to Disneyland and Deer Park and the African Safari Wildlife Park and Cedar Point and everywhere once we got the money. I still haven't gone... You broke your promise, Daddy. You've missed me get braces and get them off again just last week. You've missed me start Irish Step-dancing. You've missed me start dating. You won't be there to walk me down the aisle when I get married, or hold your grandchild in the hospital. I cry so much, Daddy. God, how I wish you were here. I wish I could reverse everything. At least tell you I loved you before you died. I'm only 17 Daddy. I need you. I need you so much. But you're not here. I wish you could see how much I've grown, what I've done. I wish you could see how much I look like you. I still pour over photos of us, of you holding the lion that peed on you at that circus, at the cheese factory, of pictures Oma has of us in Baltimore when I was a baby. I'm sorry Mom was so mean to you. I don't know why she wouldn't let me see you. I loved you a lot, Daddy, and I wish I could have seen you more. Maybe then you wouldn't have shot yourself, if you heard "I love you" from me more. I'm really having trouble coping with it all, and I can't tell hardly anyone, because they don't understand. I don't want their pity. I want you back, and I want it almost more than I can stand. I'll be happy when I die [naturally], because then I'll be with you. Oh, how I miss you, Daddy. Rest in Peace.

PS: I'm sorry this jumps from topic to topic. I was crying and I couldn't think very clearly through the tears and the headache I got.

Love always always always and forever,
Catie.

[As anyone who has been close to someone that has committed suicide knows, there is no other pain like that felt after the incident.
-- Peter Greene]

My mother was born in difficult times and tried her best to raise us. I love you mom and will always be with you.
Your Loving son, Leo

Catch You Later -- To Paul Montgomery [6 April 1956 — 7 June 1999] -- After all you wrote and said you had a rifle mounted in the window behind you in the truck when you pulled to the shoulder on Egg Lake Road and taking it out swung the barrel briefly past your body as the trigger snagged a hook and blew a hole into your chest and let out all the light. -- How carefully you held your cup of coffee. How carefully you set the glass jewels in the glass case. How carefully you chose your words. How carefully you left your chair, the window open, the breath rushing out. -- The smells in the atmosphere swirled by your leaving, a turbulence of loss, a silence waiting in the sound. -- Catch you later, my friend. -- Drew Kampion, Whidbey Island, 8 June 1999

Our timing was finally about to be right. You loved me unconditionally, like no other. If only you could have held on a while longer, you may have decided to stay. I am sorry if I let you down by not being or doing enough to make you want to. All I have now is knowing you loved me. I thought you were my soulmate. You could have been the love of my life. There was so much I wanted to show you. I am so sorry you hurt so much. I love you and will forever.

Yes, I will be your June. I wish I had told you sooner.

My father, a kind and loving man who taught me the importance of devotion, kindness, loyalty, love, empathy and faith. Your passing has been difficult as each day some part of my life reminds me of you. It is hard to focus on the time we had and not the time we have missed. Although we are different in many ways I know my core beliefs were influenced by you and for that I am most thankful. I hope that I may be able to pass along those same beliefs to my sons in honor of you Dad.

Loving father and grandpa, the unselfish love you gave to us shall remain in our hearts forever. We love you.

Uncle Brian,

Its so hard to be here without you. You were so young, only eighteen, why did Got pick our family? Considering I was only three when God took you from us I doubt that I fully understood what was going on, all I knew was that my uncle/best friend wasn't here anymore. Now that Elizabeth is older [fifteen now, but you know this], she is having to experience teenage life without her father. She comes to me when she wants to talk about you, and it is so hard because I don't even know what to say but I have to do it for you, and for her because she needs to know about you. I know life is hard for her, but please give her the strength to do good, keep her head up, and keep living everyday to the fullest, like you do for us.

I love you, and I'll see you again someday.

A pioneer NASA scientist.

Only here briefly, but always remembered. Uncle Steve

I believe that horrible things do happen to the good,those horrible things do happen although they never should,I believe that children are often taken in vain,but are carried to better place,absent tears and pain to little Matthew. Matthew was just 2 years old when he captured the hearts of Fresno California. He was kidnapped on his grandmothers 41st birthday,February 6, and found in a Woodward park lake on February 8. A commuinity mourned for a little boy way to young to die. Matthew now rests at St.Peter's cemetery in rural Fresno in a mausoleum next to his great grandma. People still bring tokens and gifts to the tot who managed to touch so many hearts and bring awareness that children DO die. God chooses them to be his angels.

Alla, I never got to say I am sorry for the things I said in anger over the years. I was wrong I am sorry, you were surely deserving of nicer words and a kinder heart. When people are stressed as I was they often say things they never mean, I was one who did that, and today I say...."I am sorry"

You were the treasure in my hand, the one who stood beside me through my dark days and I foolishly thought you would always be there,,,,How wrong I was. I will live with the great memories we had together as Grandmother and Grandson, and I will remember the many days in Corpus Christi Texas, singing the country songs of Garth Brooks at the beach,,,you smiling at my songs, even though I sang terribly. Those are the memories I will keep alive, the others I will put away to rainy days....When I held you in my arms the last moments of your life, I knew you knew I was there, and it was ok to say "GoodBye" That was so hard to say go on, but I knew you had waited for me, and in the moments in that hospital room on October 5, 2000 at 5:05PM I watched you slip away into a deep sleep forever gone to me here....I will seek your gracious hand and kind words when my time comes to join you in Heaven with the other angels. Until that comes Grandma, rest in peace and never stop looking down upon my head, Me and Caleb, Nicki and Bryson, and Jackie all miss you without end.....

I'll remember her for the saturday cartoons she watched with me even though she'd just gotten off work and was exhausted. I'll remember her as the listener, the defender, the helper . she always seemed to be there for me ......

Youve earned the rest ...Love you..Bye..

*husband and father*

Dear Buck, I miss you so much. You were a wonderful stepfather to me and took over greatly after the loss of my father. I was so sad when I heard about your passing, although I know that you are in a far better place than we are. Keep smiling with the angels above, and I long to be there in heaven someday with you and my dad and to be reunited with you. You are heartfelt and truly missed. Mom sure is sad without you too. Please watch over her and have the angels protect her. We all miss you Buck. Very very much. Rest in peace in heaven. Good bye..... Someday..... Your stepdaughter, Melissa

A mother who did the best she could. I love you more now than I ever imagined I would. I miss her very much. --Loving Daughter

Grandpa...It's been so long since you've been gone. Atleast it seems that way. I hated it when Dad told me you had passed. I remeber crying all the way from Frankfurt, Germany to the Cincinatti Airport. Grandpa, I didn't want you to leave me. I never said good-bye, I wasn't old enough to thank you for spoiling the heck out of your oldest grand child! I still think about you all the time, everytime I see a rose I think of you. I try to go to your grave and clean it off and make it pretty, but I've been so busy lately. Grandpa, I guess you know that I spent the money that you were saving for me to go to college on. I bought my car with it. I still have that car. But, I am going to college, just like you wanted. I know you were happy because I wanted to be a vet, but, I hope you'll be just as happy to know that I'm going to become a nurse. I went from animals to people Grandpa! You know Dad has had a lot of heart problems, I pray for him a lot. I hope you can accept my boyfriend, too. I think you'd like him. He spoils me just as bad as you did. Grandpa, I know you weren't the type to say you loved me, or to show a whole lot of emotion, but I know you loved me, and I know you know I still love you, and I always will.

Your oldest, most spoiled grandchild,
Andrea

I am home in heaven,dear ones;
Oh so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty in this everylasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus'love illumined every dark and fearful glade.
And he came himself to meet me in that way hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely; for I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to trust our father's will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now,while life remaineth- you shall rest in Jesus' land
When that work is all completed
He will gently call you home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!

This poem is a beautiful reminder of my great grandmother and how we miss her and love her and some day will see her again.

I miss you Grandpa. You're always in my heart.

My dear father, I miss you so very much and think about you often. I know you are in Heaven and so much happier, looking down and watching over me. I still wish you were here with all of us. I speak to you a lot and ask your advice on many things. I hope that the decisions I make would be what you would have suggested. I miss your wonderful laugh and smile. You loved life and never met a stranger. The world was a better place with you in it. I hate it that you had to be taken away so early but God has a plan for us all and He needed you there with Him. There are still times when I just start to cry because I see a picture or some type of remembrance of you. You were a wonderful father, grandfather, and friend to many and are missed by us all every day!!! I know we will see eachother again one day and that is a wonderful hope that gets me through.

Your loving daugher.....

Granny, Thanks for being you. Thanks for all the hugs and patience when I was a kid following you around your kitchen. People say that I work myself around a kitchen just like you. Thanks for giving me the biscuit dough to make that last big biscuit. Thanks for teaching me how to make cornbread. I wish I had known you better. I wish I had known you as a person and not just as my faithful Granny but then that is what you wanted most wasn't it? I meant that note that I left for you in your bottom dresser drawer. Now, that I am older with children of my own, I understand how much that meant to you. It came from my heart just as this one does. You were my source for physical affection when my mother wouldn't give me any. I was lucky to have you. Because of you, I know how to give affection to my own children. I hope to be as good as you. Your loving grandaughter, Cathy

the golden gates stood open, god saw you needed rest, his garden must be beautiful, he only takes the best. to nana kate, good night, god bless. love debbie

Nanny,you are missed more than you will ever know. Take care of my Miranda.
Love & Kisses
D.

i do not have a picture , but i will always remember her kind eyes and smile.It was to earlier for her to leave this world and i can't help but wish she was still here. She was more then my aunt , she was my role model and always have and always will look up to her . i knew this would come sooner or later but i was hopeing it would be later so i could see her just one last time . i tried not to cry but couldn't hold the tears back , i apolocissed to my mother and she said , tears are the greatest gift you can give to some one who has left this world . And i will always remember that and cry for her and her memorie but remember what a happy and all round good person she was, an aunt, a sister and a role model to many. may she rest in peace forever more

God Bless Steve x

Dear Steve - God bless, often in my thoughts. I pray that you are happy now xxxxxx

You are not forgotten

Daddy, I wish that you were here to play with your grandsons. Dylan looks and acts just like you. When I see him, I know that you are not gone but merely displaced. In him, you are not dead but living fully. You are still in my thoughts. I still think of you when I have to make a decision: What would Daddy think? Your legacy lives on and I am proud to be a part of it. You were a father ahead of your time. You were gentle and loving and your family meant more to you than anything else. If I could just hear your laugh and hear you sing one more time. I love you, Cathy

You were called away so suddenly without a last "Goodbye."
Only God in His loving mercy knows the reason why.
The flowers we lay upon your grave may wither and decay,
But all the love we have for you will never fade away.
God gave us strength to face it and courage to face the blow;
But what it means to lose you, no one but God will know.

Willard was one of the 14 children of the late Harvey and Nancy Whitlow Moore born in the town of Roba, in Macon County, Ala. He died Tuesday, Jan. 18, 2000 at Maria Parham Hospital. After attending Tuskeegee Institute, in 1941 he was drafted into the U.S. Army. While stationed at Fort Jackson, S.C., he met and married the former Norma Katherine de Freese of Hillburn, N.Y., who was also stationed there as a WAC. Following their discharges in 1945, they made their home in Hillburn, N.Y., where their four children were born and raised. They also lived 20 years in Pine Bush, N.Y., where he retired from the Operating Engineers Local 825 A of New Jersey before moving to North Carolina. Having lived in the Liberia community of Warren County since 1979, Willard leaves to mourn: his wife, Norma de Freese Moore, and daughter, Daria Moore Holcomb, both of the home; another daughter, Nancy Moore Lipscomb, of Weston, Ct.; two sons, Willard Morris Moore, Jr. of Warrenton and Christopher Moore of Brooklyn, N.Y.; his three brothers, Marcus, Dowell and Nathaniel Moore, all of Detroit, Mich.; five grandchildren, several in-laws, and a host of other relatives and friends.

i want everyone to know what a special person my mom was. her name was donna and she was my mom for 30 years. she was a great grandma and wife and best of all ....mom. she has been gone for almost one year and i dread that day. my mom loved people and kids, i remember her always telling jokes, she would call me in the night to just tell me a joke. her smile made your heart melt. it never mattered where she was she would always make you happy. she is gonna be a grandma again for the 5th time and our baby will learn everything there is to know about grandma....my beautiful mommy. i love you mom and miss you terribly you were my best buddy and with out you...im lost. i really need you so much right now in my life. so as long as the sun still shines i will always know your with me. love your oldest daughter....kimberly.

Cynthia Mora Novo Beloved wife, mother, and child of God. A gentle, courageous woman who was called too soon. Forever in our hearts, thoughts, and prayers. Until we meet again.

En Memoria de Mi Carnalito JR Morales, RIP Flojo 12-15-82 to 3-1-98 Abandoning life and leaving me all alone, going on a journey to your new home. Gods hands have come down and carried you away now I'm left here needing my brother day after day. Walking throught the halls in a shadow of tears, thinking of all those memories, realizing my fears. Missing you like hell wishing you'd come home, knowing it's not possible, I'm left all alone. Seeing your smile in the back of my mind, wishing in life I could turn back time. I'd do anything to get you back, if only I could, anything for you just ask and I would. Now it's too late you're already gone, the death of innocence is always wrong. You were too young to ever die, now night after night I ask God why. You were always there when I needed you most, now without you I feel so lost. The pain is unbearable I just can't take it, sometimes in life I wish I could just quit. My hearts breaking and dying for you, how much I loved you I hope you knew. I wish I could have saved you or done something else. If God would have only let me I would have taken your place. I want to go with you please don't leave me alone, maybe I could have stopped you if only I'd known. I'm so confused and lost in my heart, why did this happen, why did we have to part? I guess for now I'll just have to wait, to enter your world and step through the gate. I love you mijo and I always will.Your place in my heart nobody else can fill. This is dedicated to my little brother JR Morales who left this earth too soon, on March 1, 1998. No more guns. I love you JR, love forever, 'til we meet again tu carnala Vero

Nysel,
My little angel, you were taken from us so soon. You were only 20 weeks old when you were born, yet you were so beautiful and so innocent. God only knows why we were not able to keep you, but I thank him everyday for the short time you were with us.Your Dad and I held you so close only for a few minutes, but they seemed like an eternity and I can always picture that very special moment as if it were only yesterday. I think of you always and know that your short time here with us had a special meaning and it taught us not to take life so much for granted and to love one another even more. You are our special little angel and I know that you watch over your big brother Sergio Osiel and your little brothers Eliazar Cesario and Leonel Emiliano Morales. I am blessed to have these wonderful three boys nd I thank God everyday for them. Your are our one and only little girl and you will always be in our hearts and in our thoughts.

Love You Always, Mom(Nedina)& Dad(Juan).

Olivia Tayde Morales-Lewis you were born three days before christmas and left us five hours later. They said it was SIDS. We only know our pain. Olivia Tayde our little angel. Taken so soon from us, you've gone to heaven to be with your Tio JR. We all love and miss you so much. Olivia you are my sunshine, my winter butterfly, you brought love and you have left us with your precious love as well. You will never be forgotten my angel, Te quiero preciosa, Tu abuelita "Tita"

Bobby, you are gone from this earth but you will never be forgotten by all your family and friends who knew you.

It was a year ago today when my Father left us. I still can not believe it has been that long, seems like only yesterday when he was at my graduation with the biggest smile I have ever seen. My Dad was a good man and did anything he could to support us, but most important he taught me the same values. I wish he was still here, but I am glad he made his peace with God and is no longer suffering. I had to make a decision a year ago, and sometimes I question if I made the right one, but Dad I know I made the right choice even though it does not seem it sometimes. Dad is in my heart and thoughts every day, and I know he is watching over me all the time. Dad, I love you and I promise to watch over Mom and Kimberly the way you did, and I am looking forward to the day we can be together again.

Chuck, I miss you more & more as each day passes, but I know you are with our mother and brothers in Heaven, so I take great comfort in that. Until we see each other again. I Love You very much!! Bobby Moran

In Loving Memory of Charles H. Moran. Charles H. Moran, age fifty-nine passed away October 26, 1998 in Cleveland, Ohio USA, after a long illness. Born August 9, 1939 in New Richmond, West Virginia USA. The son of the late Cecil H. Moran and Hester(Halsey)(Moran)Strunk. The beloved husband of Denna (Dooley) Moran. A loving father to his son and daughter-in-law Scott and Jennifer Moran and his daughter Kimberly Moran all of Cleveland,Ohio. He is survived by his step-father Alvin Strunk of Oceana West, Virginia, and three brothers and four sisters, as follows. Cecil Moran of willoughby, Ohio, Ron Moran and Robert (Bobby) Moran both of Sophia,West Virginia, Greta Patner of Columbus, Ohio, Connie Hale of Port Charlotte, Florida, Jean Bailey of Fredricksburg, Virginia and Dianne Topping of Oceana, West Virginia. He was preceded in death by two brothers Darrell Moran and Michael Strunk. A wake was held Wenesday October 28, 1998 from 2:00pm till 4:00pm and from 7:00pm till 9:00pm at the Tomon and Sons Funeral Home in Cleveland, Ohio. Funeral service were Thurday October 29, 1998 at 10:30am in the Madision Avenue Baptist Church, with the Pastor Reverend James Beight officating. Interment is at Riverside Cemetery Section 17 Lot 616 Grave 1. This is a tribute to my friend Charles H. Moran. Although I had not seen Chuck in many years before he became ill and passed away. Chuck's younger brother Ron and I remained very close through the years. Therefore I am confident that our friendship was alive and well. Just as it was in the days of our youth. Then as young men we did it all, as they say "one for all and all for one in the good ole days when things were bad". We shared some mighty good, and some not so good times together. Chuck and I are both natives of West Virginia. We were transplanted by economy circumstances into the smoggy, smokey industries of Cleveland Ohio. We as well as many others from the southern states in those days of the Fifty, Sixties, and Seventies were like a family. A family of youths in an environment many miles from our homes and our parents. In an environment none of us particularly cared to be in . So we formed an alliance, a brotherhood of a sort. We worked and played together and looked out for one another's interest, their families, their feelings and their pride. We made the best of a thought to be bad situation. I am saddened to think of Chuck as no longer being with his beloved family and friends here on Gods good earth. I however take great comfort in knowing that the pain he and his family suffered during his long battle with cancer is now over, and that his family can begin their healing process. It is further comforting to me knowing that Chuck was born again into the arm's of Jesus Christ though baptism, and that he once again accepted Jesus Christ as his personal savior. Chuck was a good and decent human being, who did his very best here on earth. As one of his brothers said to me at his wake,"This is sad for us, but good for Chuck, he's now in the arm's of Jesus".

This poem inspired by Cecil Moran

Death is sometimes cruel and always sad.
Thoughts of the loved one, we once had.
Thinking only with our hearts, not our heads.
Dwelling on the lonely miles we must tread.
Oh my friends lets weigh the good, and atone.
Lets think of our loved ones at Gods throne.
Then perhaps we'll all learn, yes once again.
"This is sad for us, but good for them"..

Your Friends
Dave & Betty

In memory of my mother, Joan Elise O'Neill Moran who was born on March 29,1933 and died on May 24,2007 after a brave fight with cervical cancer. You are my mother, the most important person to me and I miss you so much. You were kind, generous , loving and open. How I dreaded this day, but it has come and now I go on day after day missing you. I hope you are in heaven with all those I love. Missyou!!I hope 8 ball is keeping you company

Mary Moran finally at rest.This is my way of saying good bye seeing that I was not given the right or privilege to be allowed to say good bye and mourn your death at the proper time due to greed and selfishness of others. I hope you are at rest now. Your grandson,Sean

This is a memorial to someone special. A person who gave all to his friends and family. A person, who when he answered the telephone , always said "Hello ,How are?!". A kind and generous man who could be a bit hard to understood at times,but who of us is .Owen was a retiree of Otis Elevators, where he worked for close to 30 years. He attended retreat at a Jesuit Retreat house in Staten Island. Never a more generous man roamed the earth. Never a man seemed less appreciated by some of those he helped.Born in the Bronx and Died in the Bronx, Owen was not a man who took to change very well.With the loss of his mother, his health started to decline, and he did not take care of himself properly. Loss is a great stresser and it took its toll on Owen. I loved Uncle Owen very much. I may not have always shown it, but in my heart, he held a special place.When I was young, Uncle Owen use to take my brother Billy and I out on rides around Long Island.He would recant may funny stories about various things that happen in the "Big Apple'. He always said that the 2 things you needed to drive in New York was a Horn and the finger. As Owen aged in the past few years, he began to get tired.About a year ago, he was rushed to the Hospital for dehydration. He was a bachlorwho lived alone in an apartment in the Bronx,and unfortunatly, that was were he drew his last breath this past May 18.My birthday is on the 28th, and I do not feel much like celebrating. Uncle Owen was a great inquisitor, he loved to asked questions about various topics that were brought up .He always said" You will never learn about something unless you ask."
For his wake and funeral, I picked out this appropiate prayer for the back of the card;

God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you.
And whispered"Come to me"

With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

That is for you Owen, I do not know if you get the internet in Heaven, but I know in my heart of hearts that you had the express to heaven, for all you suffered with and throught here on earth. I loved you dearly Uncle Owen, you were my God Father and a true friend. I know that I may not have always shown it, but I hope you know I always felt that way.Now that your spirit has flown to heaven, to be with Aunt Esther, Helen Q, your father Michael, my grand parents; Helen and William O'Neill, and all the other relatives( including Grand ma Moran) I wish you peace and my eternal love for you with never die. Though your mortal flesh is no more, my memories of you shall live forever.

To my departed brother Thomas Edward Moran late of Braintree, Massachusetts, USA. Your 11th anniversary is almost upon us and I miss you more than ever. You were always there for me and I have never or ever will forget you in any way, shape, form or manner. Although we cannot be together at this time in the flesh, our spirits are together at all times. I always will remember the good times we had together like going to ball games, parties, movies and the like. It's tough not being able to pick up the phone and call you or you call me. But someday soon we will be together for all eternity. I love you Tom. May God hold your gentle soul near to Him for all time. -- Jerry

It is only with the passage of so much time that I've come to realize that Tom's death marks the saddest day of my life. I recall it through a poem I wrote entitled

The Dream

In his hour of dying I held his hand so frail So frail for a young man's hand Weakened by the disease

In grief I hovered the long day about his grim bed waiting Waiting...
Watching my brother's life slowly evaporate -

The Life Of Thomas

His eyes were closed for the whole of the day Dreaming I felt sure Dreaming his alone memories Dreaming his long last dream Dream of death

In youth he looked up to me
But hurt children hurt children
And I was seldom kind to him
No -
Never kind -
Never

But he was gentle and needy
And dismissed his hurt with an easy humor Which did in time stoke a fine shared warmth that drove out all the hurt - Even mine

Then in his hour of dying I held his body so fragile And took the pain inside me and wept And wept again Wept when self-righteous Death took poor gentle brother Tom

I recall him often
Savoring odd moments that seem important now - And in my hour of dying I shall summon his sweet sensitive spirit for my comfort
And close my eyes for the whole of the day And dream the dreadful dream less alone My long last dream Dream of death

In Loving Memory,
Gus

Thomas Edward Moran at age 37 from the AIDS virus. Although 10 years have passed since you left us, it seems like only yesterday that you and I were out doing our respective 'things'. You were lonely at times and you made some mistakes because of that. I have always been the hard-butt of the family and if anybody should be gone it should be ME! You were a gentle soul who meant no harm to anyone. The world is worse off without you. And even though my life has been more or less a mess since you left, not one day, NOT ONE!, has gone by without me thinking of you. Ball games, drinking beers, bailing each other out of messes of all kinds; I could always depend on you. This hole in my heart that will never be fixed is a constant reminder of just how much you meant to me and always will until we meet in Heaven. God must of saw that this world in all of its evil was not meant for a loving man like yourself so he took you home to him to protect you but leaving all of us (especially me) much more alone and devestated than I could ever imagine. I love and trust God with all my heart and soul, and because of that when I get to join you in Heaven the reasons will all fall into place. Saying I love and miss you is all too simple when I think of all the great, and not so great, timmes that we had. I hate you AIDS. You done me wrong. Someday I'll make you pay. In the meantime just remember I always think of you every day and miss your voice so much it hurts just to write these words. To all of you who may read this remember: When you die how long are you going to be dead? Forever. And will you be dead longer than you would have been alive? Yes. You don't have much time do you? Live every day as if it were your last. Nobody says tomorrow is guaranteed. I love you Tom. Rest in peace.

Billy. it was so sudden. You were here then gone. One ride on your motorcycle and that was it . You were no more. You lived life to the fullest. You embraced all you met. You realized your dream of working for the FDNY. Now you are gone . There will be a big void were you once were believe it or not. I love you. I have always loved and respected you. No one could ask for a better younger brother than you. LOVe you. Peace.Say hello to Owen for me

This memorial is dedicated to my son, Tommy More - a gifted youngster who left us at the tender age of 14. Tommy is buried at the New North Cemetery in Sudbury, Massachusetts.

Groton - Fred M. Moreash of Groton passed away on March 17, 2007 after a long courageous battle with cancer. He was surrounded by his wife of 41 years and his family.
Fred was born Feb. 18, 1947 in New London to the late Fred and Ruth Moreash of Mystic. He married Lorraine A. Mossberg on January 13, 1966 at his parents' home in Mystic.
Freddy was employed by Pfizer from Sept. 19, 1966 to October 2001 when he retired.
Freddy will be deeply missed by his wife Lorraine, his entire family and his dearest friends Boni and Bob McGann, Wanda Lessard, William and Ellie Santiago, Valentino Fazi, Ralph Mayo and Frank Furman.
In addition to his parents, Fred was predeceased by a son, Delaware Paul Moreash.

I dedicate this page to the memory of my best friend Freddy....rest in peace old pal !
Val

To the loving memory of my dear mother. She was a great wife, mother and grandmother. We all miss her very much. Mom, I think about you everyday. I walk into your room just to feel closer to you. I know you are watching over me. I miss you so much. I know you are in a better place. I admire you on how strong you were with your battle against cancer. I love you, Mayra

In loving memory of a devoted wife and mother who enjoyed life and loved to laugh.

They say that hearts dont really break dear lord thats just not true, for the day you took my mum away you broke my heart in two. So if there is another world and I am born once more I hope and pray you'll give me back the mum I had before.

Mum, I love and miss you more than words can say.

Thinking of you always.

You're the best.

All my love

Sarah xxxxxxxxxx
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11th February 1996.

Bevan was a truly wonderful person. Full of life, always grinning. He was a true friend to many people and he loved us all.
He was a constant source of fun and laughter and we miss him very much.
He loved his motor bikes and spent many hours riding them.
Ride on, Bevan. God bless you.

Summer Sundays remind me of you.

Long talks we would have'thangs we would do.
I was so eager each morning,to lay eyes on you.
Flowers you planted. Notes that you wrote.
Music you loved, and some you did not.
Peppermint tea as the sun went down.
All the people you loved, there all still around.
None of these things have come to an end.
But my heart's still empty. Without my best Friend

I miss you Dad. Hayley-Maria.

for every burden that we bear,
for every sorrow,every care,
there's a reason.
for every grief that bows the head for every tear-drop that is shed,
there's a reason.
for every hurt,for every plight,
for every loney pain-racked night,
there's a reason.
all must work out for our good.
he knows the reason.

" ich-dien " anweyl brother I miss you more and more with each passing day,
rest in peace my brother;I'll see you in heaven bros.

Dear sister I miss you dearly. May you never be hurt again, and know that you will always be loved.

My Eulogy for My Husband

Our pastor was out of town when Phil died and I didn’t want someone who didn’t know Phil to stand at the funeral and speak about someone they didn't know - especially this very special man. Phil wouldn’t want that. He would want me to do this and I would do anything for my husband.

No one, besides Phil’s wonderful mother, knew him like I did. No one. He opened his heart and life to me and let me in. What a place to be! Phil was, without a doubt, the most brilliant, sensitive, loving and handsome human being I’ve ever had the privilege to know. We were best best friends and loved each other down to our souls. He was everything I ever wanted and I was everything he ever wanted. How many people have that? I wish he knew the impact he made on anyone that knew him. Maybe he does now.

I would like to share a poem that I gave him on our first anniversary.

Love

Love is like a lump of gold
Hard to get, and hard to hold.
Of all the men I’ve ever met,
You’re the one I can’t forget.
I do believe that God above,
Created you for me to love.
He chose you from all the rest,
Because he knew I would love you best

In memory of the greatest love - for my husband Phil

Dear Mama,

The day had finally arrived for your long yearned journey.
Your loving family will always miss you.

Margaret my darling daughter.
as you sleep the perfect sleep
memories of you will grow more deep
growing more golden by the hour
as sweet and fres as a newly opened flower

now the golden chain is broken now
and nothing is the same
when we meet again
the chain will link again

Although Katherine and Amanda were only with me for 19 hours, they brought me love and joy as I anticipated their birth. Their death devastated me and a large part of me died with them,but with time, my beloved and special angels are showing me the way; the way back to loving and living. I know they are safe and will never hurt. I know that when the sun shines it is them embracing me with love and I know I will see them again one day.

Rick was a fairly good guy, except for his addiction to heroin and crack cocaine. Why did he have to overdose. WHY WHY WHY

Ian Wentworth Morley-Clarke, 1927-2005.
Son of Maj Francis Edward Morley-Clarke and Vera Dagmar Bates. Educated at St.Piran's Maidenhead and Wellington Crowthorne Berks. Father of Richard, David and John Morley-Clarke.
Army 1943-1955. Queens Royal Regiment. Seconded to Parachute Regiment. Publisher of over 700 books. Founder of Midas Books, Nutshell. Spellmount and Para Press.
Sport: Played hockey for combined services, Army, Kent, Berks, Tramps, Captain of Guildford and Tunbridge Wells. Grasshoppers CC, Invalids CC, Berks Gents CC and Blues CC.
After a long and remarkable career he died on 8 Jan 2005.

Dearest David,

My brother, companion of my youth: you became a brilliant scholar, a star in your field. I wish I had known you better and I shall always feel a loss for what might have been. I hope that where ever you are now, it is in'shallah, a place of peace.

Ellie

A light has gone out ...

Greatly missed; lovingly remembered

Tony Morrell, teacher, lay reader and author died suddenly on July 6th. He died peacefully at his home in Stelling Minnis near Canterbury in Kent UK. He was 52. He was a decent and honourable man who gave his life to the dedication of education and of the teachings of the church. His funeral service was the largest ever seen in the area and was attended by a massed choir and clergy from all over Kent. He is survived by his wife Valerie, his son Richard and his fiancé Catherine, and daughters Julia and her partner Duncan, Katherine and her partner Simon. He leaves behind a community in Kent totally shellshocked by his loss. He leaves a school totally devastated and lost by his sudden death. A memorial service has been held attended by his pupils to say goodbye to a man who gave his all to their continued success in this world. A decent and honourable man, the best dad in the world and a loving husband who doted on my mother. Dad we're so proud of you and we never got the chance to share the moments we wanted to share with you. Rest in peace until we see you again. Your son Richard. EMail enquiries to dick.morrell@usa.net

Jeff, I wish I had a chance to say good bye but u never gave me a chance if I had known that u where in so much pain I would have taken your gun from u even though its been 11 years I still cant stop wishing I could have helped more, your loving brother richard

Dad was a Mississippi boy who piloted a B-17 for the 8th AAF during WWII. He named his plane "Lucky Rebel." He devoted 34 years of his life to military service. Although he was a creative and accomplished man, hossing that bomber around and bringing his crew back safely after each mission meant the most to him. He was our warrior-hero. We miss you, Papa. Love, daughter Cindy, son Bill, wife Flo.

my dear brother,where do i start.I love you more than life its self.I miss you so much.You should still be here making us laugh,but instead we cry.At 13 years old you passed away i still cant believe your gone i expect to see your face among a crowd but your face never comes.You would have been 18 now babe, i still wonder what you would have been.I know i would have been happy no matter what,you would have been here with me.I understand your death,everyone has their time,i just cant accept it you were only young,you deserved to live,you never did anything wrong.If i had to describe you in 3 words they would be my number one.I will never forget you chris as long as i live,the pain is still raw.I love you chris and always will.

This memorial is for our Father know as "Base Morris". He had five children: Tommy, Dora, Brenda, Teresa and Sherry. Daddy you were loved more than you know and I know that you are in heaven with Papal Morris and Jesus right now. I am glad that you are finally happy and free from this world. My Father donated his body to the University of Cincinnati and we chose to believe that he has helped many people because of this. Although he did not accomplish success in dollar amounts, he was rich in many other ways. He is now warm and not cold, full and not hungry, strong and not weak, young and not old, happy and not sad, living in a mansion and not a retirement home, clothed in fine Linen with a robe on his back and a crown on his head, rich and not poor because of what the Lord has done for us. He is now in the Army of the Lord and a brave warrior in Heaven. When Jesus returns He will be riding a white horse riding behind the King of Kings, His Lord and Savior. And someday "We" will be with all of our loved ones, Glory Hallejuah!!

Mother you are missed more then you could ever know. You're still in my heart and tears still fall when I realize I'll never get a call from you to check and see how we are. I know you're with Dad and that eases some of the pain but I wish I could see you (both) once again. I know you're watching over us. I know the last few years after Dad's death were rough for you and I hope now you've found the peace you deserve. Mom I know we probably never said this enough , but we loved you so much!!!! Mom is survived by her four daughters Sandy,Debbie,Joy and Linda. Her five grandchildren Bill,Sara,Jesse,Lindsey and Jonna and her great granddaughter Rachel (born on Mom and Dads anniversary). You will always be our Mommy and Nana...we love you.

You were cared for more than you knew and are greatly missed. My one-time love, long-time friend, always soul mate, there is now a huge hole in my heart for which there is no repair. The peace you long sought is now yours.

My Dear Sweet Sister, You knew you too were destined to die from your disease and yet you gave us all hope. Cystic Fibrosis is never kind. So many children and young adults are killed by this genetic disease and by the crippling lung problems that happen with CF. When our brother Markus and sister Brooke also died from CF, you gave a memorial at their funerals encouraging others who also had CF to fight the good fight and pray for a cure. We miss you so, our Dear Sister. You were hoping to study at Tulane University and you know what, you were excepted!!! Unfortunately, you could no longer hold on and chose a better life in the Heavens. We all love you and Markus and Brooke. Please look after all the others up there who died from Cystic Fibrosis and tell them how special a child with CF is! Go Tulane!! Your Dearest Family

To our Dearest Friend Marguerite, the world is a much better place having had you in it. Your smiles, laughs and most of all your patience, understanding and love will always be remembered. You were more than just a friend, you were a family member to us. You will be greatly missed, but we will meet again someday when our paths will once again cross. Love Always, Karen and Sylvia XOXO

This memorial, inserted by Patrick's partner and family stands as testimony to the fact that we love him dearly still, and that time has not diminished the precious memories we have of him. In his short life, he was a joy to us and we are so grateful to God for his goodness, both to Patrick and to ourselves.

This is a man that was my hero as well as my Dad. He was a cabinet maker and woodworker that knew no equal. He was a Dad and a friend. He could calm our fears and guide us through lifes obstacles. He was a World War II veteran and a Korean War Air Force veteran. He loved baseball and if it hadn't been for being drafted into the Army he would've been playing for the Detroit Tigers. But he turned his love for baseball into good use by coaching little league baseball. His battle with lung cancer was a short one and we were by his side till the very end. He was and is the wind beneath our wings and we miss him more than words could ever say. He is survived by his four daughters... Sandy, Debbie, Joy and Linda. His five grandchildren Bill,Sara,Jesse,Lindsey and Jonna(one he's never seen) and a great grandaughter Rachel (born on Mom and Dads anniversary after Dads death). He was Popaw to his grandchildren and Daddy to us. We love you and miss you Daddy.

Devin, I miss you, my dear friend, my soul-brother/lover, my second heart. "as the years went by, we drifted apart. When I heard that you were gone, I felt a shadow cross my heart." -rush I hope you are happy in the summerlands. Shelly

Jim, You are THE LIZARD KING, you always will be. I live with the knowledge you have been THE DOOR. I hope you will some day revisit you reign. Lots of Love and Respect Kev Christie (The Prince awaits you).

I don't know where you are now,Nana-Oshy, but I hope you're happy. And I hope it was worth it. May God walk with you eternally, and may you find the path to true illumination. The Puzzle Crew will always mourn our loss, but you will live forever in our hearts and minds. I pray every night there is such a thing as reincarnation. Love from I. You will always reside in a special place in heart. May the force be with you.

Peace, Love, and Bullfrogs,
Nana-Andii Schmandii

P.S. That's AWE-SOME!!!

To Oshy:
Here's to you Oshy, your
memories still dwell,
Though I didn't know you
nearly as well
As Schmandii or Crickett or Bonka
all did
Or our bud Ryan Ira;
remember that kid?
You, Bonka & Ryan were
three of a kind
Another group like you stoners
will be hard to find.
I remember the stories, the parties,
the schemes
The shit you guys pulled was and
anarchists dream.
So raise your shot glasses & chasers
up high,
Spark up that green bud, let those
M80's fly.
We all miss you a lot, that
old Oshy we knew;
I hope you're watching buddy,
'cause this one's for you.
-Keri Marie Kirkpatrick
4/4/95

I AM NOT THERE Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. Author unknown

May the road rise
   with you,
And the wind be always
   at your back.
And may the Lord
hold you in the hollow
   of his hand.

I love and miss you grandma. You were the only grandparent I ever knew and a piece of my heart went with you when you died. Rest in Peace and always remember my love. -karla

Dear Aunt Virginia: It's been two years since you left and we miss you and think of you every day. We miss your cooking and kind word and sewing and all the other things you loved to do. We may not have always done what you wanted us to do but you loved us anyway. If we had a problem you were always there to listen. We love you. Glen, Diane, Michael, James, Christina, Terry and Grandma

sandra you dnt know me but i kinda of know you i married your youngest son kevin and i want to thank you for creating such a beautiful son and thankyou from the bottom of my heart.... we have been married for three beautiful years..we talk about you all the time and i feel like i have the most wonderful mothernlaw you could ever ask for my mother passed away 6 months after kevin and i were married, i would have never made it without the strength you gave to your son..... sandra i will guide and protect kevin as much as i can.. please protect my mom and my brother ( he passed away one week before we were married) that was a tough one to swallow only 38 yrs old. well sandra merry christmas in heaven with love your daughter n law tammy l mort

so very deeply missed...

My wonderful sister Rachel was killed in a bus accident in Northern Thailand. She died as the result of a drunken driver and a monsoon. She was accompanied by her boyfriend, and her other sister, both of whom survived.

Rachel, I miss you so very very much. Everyone does. Parties are just not the same without your groovy dancing! I love you, but I think you knew that.

This is for my Dad. Richard Mortimer. Even though we were estranged, Daddy, I have always Loved you so very deeply. You were and always will be my hero. When you died, you took a major part of me with you. A part of me that can never be recovered. I sorely miss your laugh. The way that you would challenge me to "not laugh" at something that you were doing. Dad, I miss you so much that sometimes it is so very hard to just continue to breathe. But I know surely that we will be together soon. And then I can get one of those wonderful bear hugs that you gave. That and an "ark,ark" with it. Oh Dad. I need you so badly right now. But as I said, in time it will be again. I long for the day. I Love You, Daddy. So much......Your Daughter, PamPam

Gone but not forgotten,all my love..always.Every day I think of you,and I remember..I am what I am today,because of you. My Frances.

Nana,

I'm not sure where you go when you die, but wherever it is I hope they have Wrights pies and thick gravy.
Keep one warm for me, I'll be along for it later.

With (Wilf) love,

Darren
x

My Mother My Friend: She will be missed so much by family and friends> 4 daughters- Brenda,Violet,Rose and Anna 1 son-
Joe 7 grandchildren- Richard,John,Robert,Maxine,Joseph,
Anhelica and Sedona. May your life in Heaven be so much better than here on Earth!
Love your baby,Anna

You came and left so quickly, you were the only perfect person i ever met, and you chose to leave w/out a word or a note. You gave me insight, and helped put my world into perspective, i didnt think that after all this time you would still impact my life. I never realized the pain you were in, i never thought things were that bad, you know you could have told me anything. i guess its too late now, although i feel you are at peace, in a better place. so long dearest friend, my only true friend, i miss you deeply, i was mad at you for a long time, i still do not understand, i guess i never will. i love you, love, your only shoulder to cry on

Lonny, I find myself thinking about you a lot lately. You died about twenty years ago. I sorry I dont remember you birthday or the exact year you died. You were my friend. I dont know if anyone ever found out what really happend, if you shot yourself on accident or if your friend did it. You were shot in the head and it left you blind but you lived for about a year with bullet fragments in your brain. Until one day they broke lose and you died. Every one said you took the blame to cover up for your friend. I dont think I personnely will ever know the truth. What I do know is your twin sister was devistated. I was out of the state when you got shot and I came home just before you died. But I never got the chance to see you or talk to you. Lonny, you were my friend, and I am sorry to say a much better friend to me than I was to you! If I could turn back time even for a minute, I would thank you for all the times you make me laugh and feel good. For always being there when I needed a friend. We had a lot of good times together a lot of partying. I remember when you and Lana, myself and others went to Ft. Lupton for a party with some guys you knew. I remenber Driving around on Tower Rd. and behind the trailer park late at night just for laughs. Lonny, I feel very sad that your gone, you were only about 17 or 18 when you died. I often wonder what your life would be like today, and if you would be just as goofy and fun as always! I miss you Lonny, I pray that you are resting peacfuly in Jesus' loving heart! And I pray that your family has found peace after all these years. I just want you to know that your friends havent forgotten you. Love, your eternal friend Suzanne

Now your a sweet little angel in heaven above. Night Night Baby Girl. You'll always be in my thought's. Love. Carol-lee

A loving husband,father and grandfather loved greatly by others never to be forgotten. From
May,Julie,Louise and Stephanie

We will always love you

Ryan was and his spirit is still the finest human that ever lived on this planet. He was caring and kind. He was funny and sweet. He told the nastiest jokes you have ever heard. He was and is the love of my life. He was so genuine and unique. He was my only son and I love him more than words can say. It will be so good to see him again. He is the love of my life. I love you eternally, Mom

She was a dedicated person with the heart of gold. She will be surly missed.

Our precious infant son. We love you so much Will and miss you every day. We waited 9 months to see your precious face, to kiss you, hold you. We never knew our first hello would also be our last. My arms ache to hold you near. You will be forever loved, forever missed, forever mourned.
Love, Mommy and Daddy

Billy, I miss you with all my heart. God only knows why you are not here with us. The incredible tortures you endured here on Earth took you from us in the years of life that followed so much abuse. I see you smiling in my dreams, and it sustains me. Please comfort Mom in her dreams, and watch over Andy. He's still our baby brother. Please continue your visits and let me smell the flowers again. I have heard you are happy now from a spiritual healer. I hope she's right. I will start finally fighting against child abuse and depression and increase awareness of Epilepsy. And while I know you have forgiven me, I will somehow try to forgive myself for hurting you,too. I have been listening to all of your tapes. Metallica, Savatage, Megadeath. In tears 3 years ago, I made a promise to you that I swore I would keep. I am keeping it. Forever. I am sorry and will be every day that I am here. Know how much I love you and miss you, and I will toast this glass of chocolate milk to you, your sister and fellow survivor (God willing) Wendy

Loving Mother & Mother In Law, Devoted Nan.
We all miss you so much.
You were shuch a big part of all our lives and we will always remember you with love.
Wherever you are resting lets hope they do a good cuppa!

Laini was an amazingly talented and special little girl. I am her sister and i was very close to her. At the time of her murder i was only 11 and i felt like my whole world had just come crashing down in front of me, i didn't know who 2 talk to about anything. The thing i will always remember about Laini was her smile, she had a really cheeky smile and laugh. You just couldn't stay angry with her! I will always miss picking her up from school and telling her stories. I know that she is up there taking care of our family and she would not want us to be sad, so every year after christmas we celebrate her life. Christmas will never be the same but we have to carry on for Laini. We just have to pray that one day there will be justice for laini. We miss you and love you Laini, you will stay in our hearts forever xxxxxx

To those who have a mother love while you may,for I only wish with all my heart mine was here today.The hardest thing in life to bear, is to want your mum when shes not there. Love Dave

Dear Sweet Grandmother, I miss your smiles, your humor, your strength and your hugs. You meant the world to me. You gave me a perspective on life that was different from anyone elses. You taught me independence and self worth. You made me realize that it doesn't take a man to make a woman's life complete. You loved and accepted my husband as your own grandson. You gave him a grandmother like he never had. You made me understand that you can do anything you want, regardless of any perceived or imagined obsticles. You gave me the desire to travel and to appreciate nature. Somehow in the simplicity of your life, and the strength of your convictions, you caused me to question all things, and to look beyond the surface for the true meaning. You also gave me the appreciation for the simple things in life. You know I loved you - those were my last words to you. And I know you loved me and everyone in our family. Thank you for being so funny and stubborn. You were unique, you touched so many lives and we all miss you. Love, Melanie

Tom, you were the sweetest guy anybody could have ever known. You left us here to wonder what was so wrong that you felt you had to take your life. You left your wonderful parents, a wife of 10 years, a great sister, brother in law and 2 nieces. Also your pride and joy, your 2 dobermans. You also left all of your friends who were always there for you. We miss you, love you and think about you everyday!

Love ya man!!!!! TLC

Born in Evergreen, Alabama. A true southern belle. Died from cancer on her birthday. Terribly missed by husband of 47 years, Jack, three children, Susan, Sheryl, and Jack, and two grandchildren, Michael and Adam. She leaves a legacy of love, kindness and friendship to others. We miss you Mom!!

We lost Dad suddenly, in June, of a heart attack. He just missed Mom too much. Mom died in October, 1995 of cancer and Dad just could not stand to be without her. Dad was a great Dad! He was born and raised in Akron, OH. When my sister and I were teenagers, we were in a local majorette group for a few years. Dad loved going to the parades with us. He would march along with the corp the whole parade route. It was fun. He loved his job. In 1957, he was elected president of United Rubber Workers Local 5 at B. F. Goodrich Co. in Akron, OH. His election was viewed as an upset. He was only 35, becoming one of the youngest men to lead a major URW local. The local had more than 8,000 members then. His election was no fluke. He became a powerful voice for rubber workers and was re-elected Local 5 president four times. He eventually was appointed as Special Representative to the URW's International President. He held that post for seven years and retired in 1985. He was responsible for a pace-setting s

If they won't allow Harleys in Heaven; Then we'll ride them straight to HELL!!