PATSY MARIE NEAL SCURLOCK WAS THE MOST CARING, LOVING, UNDERSTANDING WOMAN ANYONE WOULD EVER MEET. SHE WAS MY MOM, MY BEST FRIEND, AND MY BACKBONE. I LOVE MY MOM VERY MUCH AND MISS HER DEEPLY. MY MOM DIED THE SAME DAY AS HER MOTHER JUST FIVE YEARS LATER. SHE WAS RAISED IN AN ORPHANAGE IN ITASCA TEXAS, WHERE SHE MET AND LATER MARRIED HER HUSBAND JAMES MARVIN SCURLOCK, THEY HAD FIVE CHILDREN, DEBORAH JANETTE, JIMMI ANNETTE, KARI LYNETTE, DARLENE MARIE, AND JAMES MARVIN JR. HER DEATH WAS VERY SUDDEN AND UNEXPECTED. WE ALL MISS HER DEEPLY. SHE WAS THE DAUGHTER OF JOHN CECIL NEAL AND ELSIE NEAL. HER SIBLINGS WERE JOHNNY NEAL AND JOANN NEAL. SHE HAD MANY FRIENDS THAT SOME SHE DID NOT EVEN REALLY KNOW SHE HAD. I LOVE YOU MAMA AND MISS YOU SO....

I GUESS IT WAS YOUR TIME TO GO, WE REALLY WERENT PREPARED
TO GIVE YOU UP SO EASILY, SOMETIMES LIFE'S JUST NOT FAIR
WE CRIED , WE CRIED, MOST EVERYDAY, WE WANTED YOU BACK SO BAD
OUR TEARS STILL FALL UNCONTROLLABLY, MY LIFE JUST SEEMS SO SAD
MY HEART BEATS A DIFFRENT BEAT, MY SOUL FEELS SO ALONE
SOMEDAY I WILL JOIN YOU, AND YOU WILL WELCOME ME HOME
GOODBYE FOR NOW MY DEAR SWEET MOM, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO
THIS LIFE OF MINE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME, FOR NOW MY MOM , I WILL GO

He was a wonderful friendd whom I will never forget. He helped me through many rough times. He stood by me. What more can anyone ask.

An Upright Judge a Learned Judge...

Thomas Henry Needham

Associate Justice Thomas H. Needham, a member of the Superior Court, State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, appointed on May 7, 1974. He had many trials and is remembered as a man with a passion for justice. He is best known for his trial of Claus Von Bulow, who was convicted in his trial.

He retired as Colonel Thomas H. Needham,AUS after serving for 33 years. His World War II service was in both the European and Pacific Theatres. He was the recipient of the Meritorious Service Medal among other commendations. As his wife, I knew him as a loving husband, kind father and Grandfather of seven, with another four 'other grandchildren'. He loved them all equally.

The lawyers who practiced in front of him 'deeply appreciated his wisdom, his humor, and his very human kindness'. Tom, I will miss you until the day I die, however, I know that part of you lives on in every lawyer, young and old that had the honor of practising in front of you.

God Bless....

With eternal love,

Gretchen

The son of Will Young Neely and Gladys E. Eubank, "Jack" was a World War II Veteran. He served in the South Pacific in the US Navy. He was a man of few words and respected by all who knew and loved him.......

I love and miss you very much. However, when I get to where I am going, I will get to walk beside you and match you step for step. I can not wait until I get to run and hug your neck. After you left this Earth, I realized that I ran and hugged your neck from the time I could walk until I was 30 years old. I remember you telling me the stories of when I was born. It wasn't hard to remember when I was born because Christmas dinner was hospital food....:)

I know you are watching down upon me and shaking your head everytime I do something that I am not suppose to be doing with your half cocked smile, but you know what?.....I would not have it any other way.......

Love ya Bunches,
Nickie

dear,daddy and mom
we miss you alwayes and we love you and pray you are ok.
may you rest in peace alwayes and forever.we all love you
schawna,rita,melissa,dawn,and family and friends.

Infant son of Steve and Kristine Neiman; Jared Charles was stillborn on Sept. 5, 1995 due to an abruption to my placenta following a car accident. He weighed 6 lbs., 12 oz. at 36 weeks gestation and was 20 1/4 inches long. He had dark wavy brown hair and brown eyes. He looks just like his father, Steve. He was a very beautiful and active baby. He was also very wanted and cherished. My father, Robert Hilliard, passed away from lung cancer two days later on Sept. 7, 1995. He was 61 years old. He now rests with his grandson and watches us as we try to go on in this world.

Daddy, I miss you very much and you are in my thoughts and heart each and every day. It has been 9 years since you were called home but it seems as it was only yesterday. You were greatly loved by everyone that knew you. You are also loved by all you left behind. You never got the chance to see your great grandchildren but they learn about you every day. I wish you were here to see all of us and what great lives we have and it's all because of you that we are because you made our lives happy and complete and taught us so much.I thank you for everything that you gave me and thensome. You were always there for me . Why? "Because That's Your Job." Love and miss you with all my heart, Geraldine, J.D., Jessica,Emily,Clyde,Marie,Kilita,Regina,Lanie Marie, Austin Cheyanne,Daniel Shane Nobles. You got your other boy. Doug and Doris and all your Moose Buddies!

Brilliant feminist when almost none existed, dedicated and loving mother to her one and only son, poet and begena (lyre) player, entrepreneur. This memorial is dedicated to your memory.

Your loving son.

Ashenafi Kebede
USA

We make no apologies for this memorial being long. Adam led a full and happy life, and was loved by all who came into contact with him. The following text was read out at Adam's funeral service and is the best memorial we can possibly give him. It gives a feel of how loved Adam was and thanks some of the many people who helped us care for him over the years. We miss you so much it hurts Adam. Dad, Mum and Rebecca. Thankyou all for being with Anne, Rebecca and myself on this difficult day for us, to say goodbye for now, to Adam. Some of the pauses may be long – I hope you’ll bear with me. We would like to thank the most important person here for choosing us to come to. He has brought so much love and happiness into our lives that we can’t begin to express it, and though sometimes it was quite a challenge, we feel he made us better people for it. Adam loved life, and he loved people. He loved to be involved in everything that was happening around him. He had a wicked sense of humour, and often laughed at the wrong time. Adam brought out the very best in people. Everyone could, and did, learn something from Adam. Someone once said, "for someone who cannot speak he is very eloquent." He influenced such a lot of people’s lives. I’d like to be very presumptuous, and, on Adams behalf, speak of some of the people and things that have made Adams and our lives so enjoyable. I apologise now for those I’ll miss – there were just so many. At the top of Adam’s list, God’s list (if he keeps lists), my list, and anyone else’s who knew Adam, is his mother Anne. I can’t let this day pass without thanking God for the day I met Anne, because without that day, there would have been no Adam. As many of you will know – some to their cost – Anne was like a tiger with its cub where Adam was concerned. I certainly felt the claws once or twice. But I was in the unique and privileged position where I saw the day to day rapport between them, through the rough times and the smooth. If you ever wanted to see true undemanding love, then there it was. Adam would want me to make special mention of his sister. Rebecca was Adams ‘big sister’, and the bond between them was wonderful. Rebecca always treated Adam as an equal, keen for him to lead as normal a life as possible, but we drew the line at her trying to convince us to let him have his eyebrow pierced! Rebecca ‘grew up’ quickly through necessity. The demands of looking after Adam were not small, and Rebecca had to miss out on so many things taken for granted by others. To Rebecca’s credit I truly can’t recall a single time where she complained about any of this. Adam would want to thank her for that, and for being such a loving, caring sister. Anne and I couldn’t have been blessed with two nicer children. Adam had two families. His ‘blood’ family and an enormous extended family, both consisting of some of the sweetest, kindest people you could ever wish to meet. He introduced us to a wonderful circle of true friends. Without all these people, our lives, and I include Adam here, would have been very much harder, and perhaps impossible. Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles and cousins all gave up so much of their time to help us. If they weren’t picking him up off the school bus, they were baby-sitting and in the early difficult months, sleeping over to give us rest. I have here to mention Adam’s Auntie Christine, who even though she had 4 children of her own, several other peoples children, 3 dogs and a horse – oh and a husband, still found time to help. Without her we would not have been able to take a holiday as a family with Rebecca, and that was so important to us. Christine stayed at the house on several occasions with Adam. We did notice however that whenever Christine visited us, Adam would close his eyes (as if hiding), until we reassured him that she wasn’t staying! But he loved her really. I know they’ll all miss him just as much as we will. He will leave a large hole in all our lives. Thankyou all for all your help. Adams extended family was to put it bluntly – enormous. He started building this family with Beryl Morgan and the ladies at the Hawcoat Day Care Centre. Outside of the family, these were the first people we trusted to care for him, which shows what special people they are. Here we met Joyce, Wally and Jane Trickett. Joyce became Adam’s respite carer and special attachment at school. They still keep in touch with us, though they’re now thousands of miles away in Australia, and will always hold a fond place in our hearts. Three years ago it was suggested that we visit Huntley Avenue in Penrith, with a view to respite care for Adam. We never thought we would find anywhere that would come up to our high expectations for Adam, but this was the place. All the staff, too numerous to mention, but especially Reta and Craig, were absolutely wonderful with him. Our only disappointment was that it was so far away. We’d like to thank Mike Mennell for all his help, but particularly for introducing us to Huntley Avenue. Thanks must also go to Jean and Maureen, Adam’s ladies, who during the last 18 months have come to help get him ready for school in the mornings. He kept them on their toes. Adams medical needs as you can imagine, were challenging. First of all, we were very lucky to have such a caring helpful family doctor in Philip Sharples. Nothing was ever too much trouble for him. Doctor’s receptionists often get bad press, but we can honestly say that the staff at the Duke Street Surgery could not have been more helpful, and we thank them for this. In his early years, Adam spent many days and nights on the Children’s Ward of the local hospital. As one of the regulars we have made many friends with the staff there. Thanks must go to Dr Rowlatt who was Adam’s paediatrician for 18 years and all the staff of the Children’s ward. We have always valued their support, and especially wish to thank them for bending the rules, and allowing Adam to remain a Children’s Ward patient long after he should have been. Adam attended George Hastwell School, here on Walney, and to say he loved it is the biggest understatement you could make. If what follows sounds like an advert for the school, then so be it. I make no apologies for that, nor would Adam want me to. He spent the best part of his life there and they were the best parts of his life. He was due to leave this year, and basically – he didn’t want to – and between you and me I’m rather glad that now he doesn’t have to. It was always noticeable during the long summer holidays that Adam would become quieter and quieter as the weeks went by. However, on his return from his first day back at school he would be back to his old self again, animated and vocal. I think Adam said more there than any OFSTED inspection could as to the suitability of a school. Perhaps he could have become an OFSTED inspector? I’m sure he could have re-set some of their targets for them. Adam had so many good friends at school, especially in his own class, Class 5. I always found it very humbling seeing how those children helped Adam – not by being told to help him – but just simply wanting to. We can all learn a lesson from them, and it’s lovely to see them here today. Adam would be very pleased. He was included in everything at school, was stimulated from the moment he arrived until the moment he left, and he absolutely loved every minute of it. If I’m never sure of anything else in my life, I know that is true. I am loath to single out individuals, particularly from that school, but I know Adam would want me to make particular mention of certain people who were very special to him. Without doubt, he would want me to thank Gill, his welfare attachment (or as we like to know her – his surrogate mother). Gill always refers to Adam as her third son. When Adam was in hospital earlier this year, Gill spent many long days, evenings and weekends with us there. Above and beyond the call of duty does not begin to describe it. Just seeing them together, we know he loved her very much and we also know the feeling was mutual. I’d like to thank Gill’s husband Bert – he must have thought he’d been deserted for another man! (Which he had of course). When Gill had to take time out to nurse a sick relative, it must have been a worrying time for Adam. Who could fill Gill’s shoes? The answer of course was Barbara (or Nurse French to us). I don’t know who was more nervous at first, Adam or Barbara (probably Barbara), but it didn’t take long before Barbara was calling the shots. Then of course there was Brenda. Quiet, calm, unassuming Brenda. The third part of ‘The Three Musketeers’ – Gill, Brenda and Adam. These two even gave up time in their summer holidays to help with him at Hydrotherapy. It will always amaze me how Adam could influence who he got to care for him. He just always got a good one. This is a good time to thank Linda Kitchen – Adams physiotherapist. Adam loved hydrotherapy some say it was because of the relaxing warm water, others that he enjoyed the ample support of Linda. Whichever, he did enjoy it very much and it helped him so much. Thankyou for that. Adam would want me to thank Clare, his teacher, for making his school days so full, stimulating, fun and interesting. I loved attending Adam’s annual reviews. This was basically a conversation between Clare and Adam with the occasional nod in our direction to make sure we were paying attention. Just as it should be. It was HIS review after all. I found this whole approach very refreshing and it ran throughout everything that Adam did in class, and it runs through the whole school. It’s through Clare’s efforts that Adam has a presence on the Internet, and recently made a brief appearance on the 6-o-clock news – who wouldn’t be proud of that. The school has given Anne and I so much support. We’d both like to thank Bernard for – basically being Bernard. Apart from being a superb headteacher, (nobody leaves that school – their staff turnover seems to be nil! – so he must be doing something right!) he’s one of those few people that you can describe as a ‘genuine good bloke’. Both he and Clare have been a tower of strength to us over the past week – so calm and unflappable. I say ‘the school’, but that’s not the right term to use. I’m not sure what is – I was going to say ‘the family’, but that sounds like the Italian Mafia. Last November, Adam made his First Communion, and it has to rank as one of the best days of his and our lives. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. The children sang (he loved music), he got so much out of it. It’s one of the most enjoyably moving experiences we had. So we’d like to thank all concerned – church, schools, relatives, friends and especially Saint Anne of Walney --Anne Johnson -- for making it such a wonderful day. I’d like to end with a short writing that someone gave to Anne and I many years ago. I find it a wonderful description of raising a child like Adam. I can vouch that everything it says is oh so true. I wish I had written it. WELCOME TO HOLLAND by Emily Pearl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability. It's like this. When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous holiday to Italy. After months of anticipation, the big day finally arrives. The plane lands and the flight attendant announces, "Welcome to Holland". "Holland", you say, "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy". But there's been a change in the flight plan. The plane has landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to some horrible, disgusting place. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy some new guidebooks. You must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. Slower paced than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips and Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all telling you what a wonderful time they had there. And the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned". And the pain and disappointment will never go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very unique and the very lovely things about Holland.

Beloved Son, Brother, Fiancé, Step-Daddy-to-be, Uncle, Grandson, Nephew, Cousin & Friend. There is not a day that goes by that you are not in our thoughts. Dave, you left us too soon! But it comforts us to know that you are at peace in the loving arms of God.

We love you and miss you!

In loving memory of our mother and friend. A fun loving caring,kind,and wonderful person. A hard worker. She was open hearted and made friends very easy. Everyone loved her. She loved drinking coffee,fishing,hunting,camping, sewing, and cooking. She lived her life to the fullest every day for she would always say I wont live to see 40. Unfortuneately she was right for at the age of 39 she was killed in a motorcycle accident. I remember her most when she smiled, how she loved a new recipe, and when she kissed me goodnight. As of August 17, 2003 our mother is at peace for her two little girls are finally together forever! She had two daugthers: Jeanette and Audrey. Six Grandchildren: Jarred, Ryan, Nicki Jones & John, Michelle, and Brett Benisek. Three great grandchildren: Madison Thomure, Jonah Jones, & Gabriel Thomure. And one to be born in 2004..

Louise was a loving wife, mother and grandmother. She was energetic, loving, caring, and always had time for her family. She loved cooking, sewing, weaving, fishing, camping, bowling, and her family. She was the most wonderful person you could ever meet. She was just so easy going that you couldn't help but love her. She was dedicated to her family and her life. She fought breast cancer for over three years. Never once did she complain, or give up. Despite her pain, she kept a smile on her face and continued to do all the things she loved.
You are forever in our hearts and loved.
"Weaving the Legacy"

In memory of the life of my beloved mentor and wise friend. It was an honour to have shared the path with him. I talk to him frequently. I thank him for listening. I am still "proceeding from the known to the unknown." When in doubt, I trill. --Brenda

I missed you long before you left us'G'

You are and always will be a special part of my life and my memories and I love you so very much.
There is something extraordinarily special about the relationship we had between us, it's something that isn't easy to explain. Having you gave me a feeling of belonging, it was a feeling that I would never really be alone for there would always be someone there who was a part of me and knew me well. Someone who shared my childhood fears and adult dreams. Someone who cared throughout the bad times and laughed with me through all the good times! You are to me a very special person and no one else can take your place. For although life may have seperated us our hearts will never be parted. Gone but not forgotten.

I never ever stopped loving you....R.I.P Your Lorraine X

Our darling little Lacey even though the good Lord chose to call you home so very quickly you will always be our little baby. The pain never seems to go away it just has days of less intensity. Know you are truly loved and deeply missed. The pain and heartache is worse knowing you are the only baby mommy will ever be able to have. We do know you are very special because He chose to keep you for himself. Daddy and Mommy loves you.

Thanks for Shostakovitch's 5th. And Britten's War Requiem. And Belafonte. And Beethoven's 9th. And the African percussion ensemble. And the Bah'ai rock group. And the chance to be a keyboard harpist. And the smiles when something pleased you. Talk to me once in a while. --Avril

A great brother who will be missed for all time..

"Funeral Blues" From "Four Cabaret Songs for Miss Heidi Anderson" by W. H. Auden

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

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He 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 love would last forever: 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 woods
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

I miss you my friend.

He is survived by his wife Donna, and their six childrens. Jon, Neil, Darcie, Chris, Karla, and Matthew. His last thoughts I hope nobody forgets about me and I want everbody to live a happy life. Donna I love you and thanks for everything you have done and taught me. I love you and the kids. I love you and live a healthy life. Bill Nelson

To the man that stole my heart at a very young age, the father of my three children, Rebecca, Melody, and John III. Even though our paths seperated before you passed away, there was always love between us. You taught me more about life than I would ever hope to learn again. You were an intelligent person, and caring in your own way. No matter what you did in your lifetime, you still had love. You were my soul mate as well as my husband, and even though you're gone, I still love you and miss you very much. I hope you have found the peace that you were looking for, and hope you knew when you passed on that you were truly loved by me and your three children. Via Con Dios my love. Sandy

Mom we miss you everday we live. We hope that you aren't in any pain and that you are with grandma and granpa and Honey. We love you and miss you with every breath we take. We love you MOM!!
Megan

Mom we miss you everday we live. We hope that you aren't in any pain and that you are with grandma and granpa and Honey. We love you and miss you with every breath we take. We love you MOM!!
Megan

In loving memory, your daughter,

Barbara Fried

Ice Skating Poet

Died of lung cancer. Served as a Sgt in the Air Force in the Vietnam War.

Educator, Columbus Area Technician School cum Columbus Technical Institute (1964-1979) ; President, Columbus State Community College (1979-present) ; B.S., M.A., and Ph.D., The Ohio State University; U.S. Navy, 9 years; veteran of the Korean Conflict; Founder, Higher Education Council; Recipient of the Doctor's Hospital Golden Achievement and American Community College Trustees' Outstanding College President of the Year Awards; Married to Suzie (Everett) Nestor 47 years; Daughters Mary Lee Zastudil and Nancy Nestor-Baker.

President of Neuerburg Umbrella Company; Rotarian (Past President); Best Rotary Host Father ever.

In Loving Memory

Thank you for your endless and unconditional love. Thank you for your genuine interest in me and my life. Thank you for making me feel loved and wanted and important and needed. Thank you for making me feel special. Thank you for all the great memories; chocolate cakes, big hugs, silver dollars, cards and letters that said I love you, and the feeling that no matter what there was one special person I could count on who would always believe in me. Boot.

And when ye come and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, and kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me, and all my grave will warmer, sweeter be if you will bend and tell me that you love me, then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Robert E. Newberry, age 47, died surrounded by people who loved him. He was a licensed funeral director and musician, and was active in the Episcopal church. He lived life to love and nurture those of us who were blessed by his presense. Goodnight, sweet prince. Rest, and know that we love and miss you.

Dear Wendy, Still missing you. You remain with us in spirit, in joy, in sadness and in all the strange little things that make up the days in this life. I hope that your days, if time means anything where you are, are only joy now. Thank you for wisdom, for strength and for wonder. We love you.

Writer, Philosopher, Artist, Friend. You are missed, your memory cherished.

To my Father, Sorely missed. Nearly a year on and only now it is really sinking in. Words cannot describe how sad we all feel not to have you here any longer. The pain doesn't go away you just get used to it. For the first time I find myself hoping that there is a God. Love Jonathan

In memory of our Beloved Mother, May she rest in peace. Survived by her six children:Barbara, Penny, Ken, Sandy, Connie, and Patty; and by her former husband, Edwin.

this man loved his beer, and could usually be seen walking up and down our neighborhood block. rest in peace.

Was our nearby neighbor in my hometown until his death years ago, most likely due to overindulgence in alcohol. One incident sticks out in my mind about him--my father and i once popped in on one of our closest neighbors, who old man Newland was close to and visiting at the time. he must of had a really good buzz on, so to speak, for as soon as we got there, he shouted quite loudly, "That godddamn autoBuick." He was probably talking about a car which may have given him grief!!

" ...and even though the moment's passed me by, I still can't look away.." I miss him still, my own true love.

Claude Eugene Newman passed away under suspicious circumstances by drowning on April 13, 2006, in Wilmington, California. He was 64 years old. He was born in Los Angeles and grew up in Downey, California, when, at the age of 18, he went into the Army and his basic training was at Fort Ord, California, eventually going to Korea for duty. He married his first wife, Julia in 1962 and they had two sons, David and Brian. During his life "Gene" was a fun loving person, who loved to tease, keeping everyone on their toes. He was a member of the Tyre Masonic Lodge in Downey California and was at one time the Master of the Masonic Lodge, Having his father, Jesse Claude Newman, pass that honor down to him.
He is survived by sons David and Brian, and daughters, Jackie, Erin, and Teresa.

Daddy, it's been almost four years and we still miss you so much that it hurts. However, we've finally moved forward so that we don't break down every time your name comes up.

The photo of you holding Brandy is the last thing I see each night and the first thing I see every morning and that's the way I want it.

I think about you every day but now it's with happiness and the sense that the two of us were so lucky to have the best father (and Mom the best husband) ever. My friends all still talk about you with so much fondness and love.

Please don't ever stop visiting me in my dreams. I loved that time, on the first anniversary of your death, when you telephoned and told me you were happy and playing cards with all your friends and I should tell Mom and BJ that we should stop agonising because life is for the living.

We love you Dad and we always will.

To our grandmother;
We love you and you will be missed alot! Hope Heaven is all you dreamed of.May your angels be with you always.

Love Always and Forever

Nate, Kay, & Hannah

Dad I miss you and wish you were here everyday. I can still smell the grease from your clothes and this brings me comfort. It is still hard to believe that you are gone. Sometimes I still find myself looking at every white GMC pick-up truck just to see if maybe it is you. I know it is silly but you were my best friend. I can't wait to see you again and hear all the jokes that I haven't heard in years. I just wanted to let you know how proud I am to be your daughter....I love you!

Your daughter,

Mary (Tiger)

She was a very loving and giving mother of seven children. No sacrifice was ever too much for her. She was always smiling and singing. The day I lost her was the day I lost myself. Someone once refered to her as the true meaning of the word Angel. No statement could be more true. I hope she will continue to watch over us all in death the way she did in life. I truely love and miss my dear sweet mother.

Grandpa I miss you more and more each day. I miss riding on the tractor with you and I miss just sitting with you watching Uncle Jims elk run around. I miss your laugh and that wonderful smile. I just wish I could tell you I love you one more time. It would mean the world to me. You may have left this earth, Grandpa, but I think about you everyday and you are still alive in my thoughts and in my heart. I hope you are doing everything in heaven that you couldn't do on earth in the last few years. Hunt, fish, walk, run, farm, and live it up! I watched you suffer for so long grandpa. And all those time when you were so strong when I knew you wanted to cry. Your strenth has taught me so much. I will love you forever! And until the day we meet again..."I'm crazy bout'cha, Pa!" You are in the arms of the angels....I love you and miss you!

In loving memory of my dear Mum, who suffered so much pain with cancer and finally is at peace.
Always in my heart,always on my mind. Not a moment goes by that I do not think of you and remember the good times... Till we meet again Mum. Love always Mandy