Dear Grandad! I've never had the chance to say goodbye property. I wanted to tell you how much I love you... hope you are watching me every day, never going to forget you, Roi.

Denise Shackleton is my Mom. At the time of my writing this, it has been 7 1/2 years since her death. She died from what started as breast cancer, which then spread throughout her body. I am in therapy now because I have just recently started grieving properly. I want people to know that I loved her very much. I may not have told her that as often as I should have, but I did love her. The greatest achievement of her life as I see it is having two wonderful children that she loved. There was never any doubt that she loved us. She was not well educated, but she was smart in a way you don't learn in school. She was a beautiful person, a very kind and generous person who tried to help out her friends when they needed it. She was always willing to be there for you. I want people to know that although she was not some great, famous person, she touched the lives of many ordinary people and made them better. I miss you Mommy! ...Dawn McCabe (Shackleton)

"Grandpa Great" I'll always remember you as a huge Reds fan, a consistenet Price is Right watcher, and the man who always sang "And many more" at birthday parties. I'll always remember you as a man who was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. Everytime I see a picture of you, I'll think, "Now there is a great man". You were always such a kind, caring person who was faithful to the Lord. You are the perfect example of how everyone should be. You were flawless and will never, ever be forgotten. Lots of Love, Brittany

Clayton, you are still a very huge, huge part of my entire being. I love you today just as I always have and miss you every minute of every day. I long for the day when you and I will be reunited, never to be separated again.
You are and always will be the "Love Of My Life".
Until we meet again -- I will Love you forever and ever and Praise the Lord, I'll see you later!! Mom

John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend.

My darling Dottie, Though I wouldn't want you suffering any longer, I miss you terribly and wish I could hold you one more time. I love you forever. I love you always in all ways! You made me a better person. Take care, I know you are in heaven with your family and our Lord. I long to see you again. Hugs & Kisses, and all my love, John.

This is in memory to my sister, Hillary. Our time together was cut so sort. I wish I could turn back time. I'd tell you I love you (more). I'd tell you how much I enjoyed you, your company and most of all friendship. Love you. miss you everyday. Your sister, Hayley

Tupac was a great person. Not a hoodlum, not a streetrat. If you really listen to his musci, he explains the reasons for his actions. I miss you and love you tupac. Rest In Peace.

I really liked Tupac's music. Some people thought that it was garbage, but I found in it a man out to save the world with his music. Of course, there are different ways of expressing yourself and Tupac found rapping to be an effective tool. God Bless him.

I hope you have made it to the big ghetto in the sky and I bet right now you are shooting dice with some of your homies and just chillin. I hope you are remembered forever and your life after death is good. RIP

Goodbye my sweet brother. I hope that you are in a happy, warm place where there is no fear or anger or anxiety. You were and still are an inspiration to me of the right way to live a life. Anyone around you could tell that you were comfortable with yourself, and unjudgemental of others. This wasn't shown in a gregarious, outgoing manner but in the quiet way you lived your everyday life, and in the way you listened. You were sensitive to people. We all miss and love you so much.

My most beloved child, my first born, my hope, my love, my inspiration. John-Raymond died from Desquamitive Interstital Pneumonia aged just 20 1/2 months old. He was born "perfectly normal & healty" and became poorly when 3 months old. I was told that John-Raymond is the 20th recorded victim of this disease since 1952. Apparently it rarely affects children, but you contract in later years. I know to my cost that this didn't happen to my son. Life is so cruel. Each day is a burden, I carry a heavy stone in my heart and I cannot forgive God for what he has put my son and myself through. To have and to hold and then to part is the greatest pain in your Mother's heart.

Nicholas Shand, Founding Editor of The Byron Shire Echo sadly passed away on October 27, 1996.
One the planet's true rainbow warriors, the passing of Nick and his legacy are memorialised at
http://www.echo.net.au/nicholas_shand/
Nick will be remembered by all who live in or have visited Byron Shire in NSW Australia
for his legacy in preserving this magic part of planet Earth.

ATLANTA GEORGIA USA – Cathy Shankle, (formerly Thornton/Sauber/Mahaffey) age 58, passed away March 23rd, 2001, after a battle with colon cancer and complications. She avidly volunteered for numerous organizations including MADD, environmental / anti-nuclear, SOA Watch, animal rights/conservation, disability rights, and Democratic causes. She graduated from Fort Payne High School (Alabama) and continued her education at Judson College, Northern Virginia Community College, and LaSalle University. She is survived by daughters, Sandra Thornton (Noel) and Suzanne “Zan” Thornton; sons, Donald and Jeremiah Sauber; grandchildren, Stephen and Holly Noel; sister, Cecelia Dismukes, and numerous in-laws, aunts, nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends.

Robert you meant so much to us.You brought a lot of light to our hearts.For that I thank you we all thank you For for what you did throughout you "Short"life Sincerely Your friends and family

Beloved husband, father, and grandfather

You are in our hearts forever. Love, Mommy, Daddy, and Shelby

At prayer in church on Sunday
Their voices we do hear.
We open our eyes and look around,
But they do not appear.
They say, You've got to listen
You've got to understand;
He didn't take us from you,
He only took our hands.
When we cried out in pain that night,
The instant that we died,
He reached down and took our hands,
And pulled us to His side.
He pulled us up and saved us,
From the misery and pain.
Our bodies hurt so much inside,
We could never be the same.
Our search is really over now,
We've found happiness within.
All answers to our unknown dreams.
And all that might have been.
We love you all, and miss you so,
And we'll always be nearby.
Our bodies are gone forever,
But our spirits will never die!
And, so, you must go on now,
Don't be mad, just understand!
He didn't take us from you
He only took our hands.

My sweet baby, my best friend whom i will always remember and never stop loving. My pain is hard to bear since you are not hear. I love you more than anything in the world.
My Cagney, My baby.

You are in our hearts forever. Love, Mommy, Daddy, and Shelby

A writer

For Shapiro,
May your big smile light the stars.
~Brightest Blessings
Tracy

Dear Grandpa, It's shabbat... it's been six weeks since you passed away, yet it seems like it was just yesterday. I don't feel like I had the chance to say goodbye to you - but maybe we never do say goodbye. I look at the picture of us at your birthday party last year - 90 years... that is a mitzvah. I even wear your pajamas - you know I always liked your clothes. We are fine, trying to take care of grandma but it is hard for her to be left without you. We all miss you, you were really were the "patriarch" of the family, there is no one to take your place. At least now we all have a place to visit you - many of us are on-line, that must seem strange to you. I know that wherever you are - you are walking in the sun- shine and always, always stopping to take deep, fresh breaths as you always instructed us to do when we walked with you. I love you Grandpa, you were my father! Your grandaughter Laura

This memorial is dedicated to a little girl that died too soon. Her name, Shanda Sharer. Shanda was only in middle school, when an act of jealously, and evilness came her way. Shanda was picked up by four of her so called friends and was taken to a dirt road and was brutally beaten and stuck in the truck of these four teenage girl's car. The girls blew a tire and went to a gas station to try to fix it and they heard a noise come out of the trunk. They drove away and opened the trunk where Shanda was sitting up in the back rock- ing back and forth calling for her "Mommy". One of the girl's by the name of Laurie, hit her on her head with a tire tool and busted her skull. They later found a dirt road and got out to burn Shanda's body. They threw gasoline on her and threw there ciggarette out and the fire started. As they were leaving they could still hear her call for her "mommy". It is really a very sad thing that happened to her. She was only a baby. Her first month at a new school, and these girl's were so jealous of her beauty that they murdered her! God bless you Shanda, you will forever be in my heart! Now you can rest in peace! Love Always A Friend, Courtney Scott

Happy Birthday Daddy,, first Birthday without you i miss you so much, i will miss you each and everyday, love your daughter Anjula xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Those we have held in our arms for only a second,
we hold in our hearts forever...
You will forever and always be my first, my finest, and my future to look forward to when I meet you in eternity...
I think about you every minute of every day, and will never cease to remember my perfect little boy.
I love you more than anyone or anything. That love is what continues to carry me into each sunrise, all the while knowing we are one more sunset closer to meeting up again.
I will make you proud. I will see you soon, sweet baby Liam. My little handsome man!

Mourned by four sons, Ray, John, Jamie, and Andrew. Also by Kirsten and many friends

Your sisters and brothers will miss you very much. Love Marca

You Will Be Missed Mom.

Robbie My dear son, I miss you so much. You were the one who knew what I was thinking without being told. With a single glance I could convey feelings and thoughts to you. You were the quiet one who sat back and watched life's pantomime unfolding,always with that secret smile and slight lift of the eyebrow. You were the one who listened whenever people needed to unburden themselves. It's no wonder so many people mourned your passing. Never a day goes by without me thinking of you, in fact never an hour passes without you being thought of. I will always love you. Your broken hearted Mom.

What can I say about my much loved mother - a unique human being who was so much a part of all our lives. Born in Sirsi(Karnataka, India) on 18th Sept 1913, Mrs Shantabai Nagesh Rao Shashital, nee Neelakani, had like was customary in her time, little formal education. Post her marriage to a young Chemical Engineer, Nagesh Shashital, she set up home in Ahmedabad where Nagesh was employed with Das & Company, a leading manufacturer of Starch based products; our Amma did not allow a lack of formal schooling get in the way of acquiring an education. With an enthusasism and interest for life so characteristic of her throughout her long life she persued her studies under private tutors evn as she effortlessly playedher role as an ideal mother to Sunila, Shiela & Nita and wife to her successful husband.
Moving to Bombay she was the butress of her now extended family. The untimely death of her eldest daughter and the death of her husband soon after did not curb her enthusasism to live life Queen Size. Her death leaves a gap which we will forever,

In memory of her dear departed soul,

Sunila*, Shiela, Nita (daughters)
*, Vasant, Ramchandra (sons in law)
Preeti, Pronoti, Prabhash, Prabhash (grandchildren)
Tushar, Anshu, Ruchi (grandchildren)
Nachiketa, Gaurav, Arsh, Ria (greatgrandchildren)

Mum you are always in my heart and i will never forget you you were a very special person who went through alot of hardship but now your soul can rest with the angels

This memorial is to remember my mother.
God bless her sole

In loving memory of a cherished grandmother. I miss you.

Although we had only known you for a short time, you have touched our hearts in a way that we could not have imagined. We will miss your silly ways, and how much you made us laugh. It still amazes us today how intelligent you were, and how quickly you learned. Your presence in our family has blessed us in so many ways, and we miss you tremendously. We appreciated the fight in you, and how hard you tried to hang on. It seems so unfair to us that you are gone, and the unnecessary pain you had to endure. We will never forget the night of July 13, 2006 when we had to say good-bye to you. We hope that you are running around in heaven on the greenest grass imaginable, and keeping Rose and Mandy on their toes. We realize now, that although you are no longer here on earth with us, that you are definitely entertaining angels in heaven. You were a one of a kind Carmen, and we hope you know how much we love and miss you. You were a gift from heaven, and we are glad to have spent this time with you. Always in our memories……..Mommy and Daddy.

Aunt Betty: Thank you for the loving support you gave us during our childhoods and the loving support you continued to give to our children. We will always remember your generosity, and you will be greatly missed by all the Steinbrinks.

Born on my birthday, how very special that was and so were you. I feel your presence around me especially on that day and how ironic that you were taken to live in Heaven on Mothers Day. My love for you is everlasting.

Granny, I miss you. I'm sorry for all the things that I did not do for you. You will always be in my mind. I'm sorry too, for all the bad things that I've done in my life so far. I'm not as good as I led you to believe.

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 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. We love you mommy and will never forget you, "Give everyone my love and keep a share for yourself". Your loving family...I love you Mommy...Pam

Vivian B. Shaw (nee Warren)
Wife of Harold A. Shaw. Married 53 years.
Children of Terry, Ricky, Ronnie, Tracy and Kevin.
Grandmother of( Kimberly, Julieann, Christina,Randy Jr.)(Heather and Sarah),(Ryan,Ronnie, Mindy, Brandy).
GreatGrandmother of (Joshua and Christopher),(Sheena,Amanda,Elizabeth,Scott and Steven).
Daughter of Stella Jewell Colyott Randolph Warren and John Paul Warren (both deceased).
A great mother, grandparent, friend,teacher, employer and mentor to many.
Passed on into the hands of God...meeting with those she so dearly loved but had passed before her on September 4th,2003 4:40pm?
Grandma will be missed by many but will always remain in spirit with us...

I'll not leave thee, thou lone, one, To pine on the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter, Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.

To a fantastic husband, dad, granddad and great granddad. Whose humour and frendly smile will be missed.

Here is a man who had the mythical American spirit. He rose from very humble beginnings as a sharecropper's child in grinding poverty. The children only got shoes when it was time for cold weather. One of 10 children, he had to leave school in 4th grade to work and help support his family after his mother died. He went on to start his own company at age 40 and became very successful. He enjoyed life with a zest. He learned to fly a plane at 49 and flew til he was 70. He loved to travel and he loved his family, delighting in their successes and hurting in their disappointments. He loved having money, not for what he could buy for himself, but what he could do for others with it. A remarkable man.

In memory of my father , who took care of me and my brother after the death of our mother. A lifer in the United States Navy who retired after 30 years of service as a cryptographer. He loved country music , dogs , cats , women and drinking. He " cussed like a sailor " and knew every filthy joke that was. It is only fitting that he rest in " Bushnell Cemetary " where the bells chime " Anchor's Away "God we miss our Dad. Son Gary Shelton Daughter Diane Perez

Mommy, Daddy, Trevor and Olivia miss you so very much. Even though you never took a breath or uttered a cry, you have touched our lives more than you know. We will love you forever and will see you again in heaven. Love always, Mommy, Daddy, Trevor and Olivia

My mother was raised on a prairie farm in central Saskatchewan Canada. She grew up during the Depression. In 1952 she married my father, Robert Ewen Shepherd from Stonewall Manitoba. They had three children, Robert (myself), Marilyn and Shelley.

My mother spent her days raising her children and taking care of the household. Money was hard to come by and we had few luxeries.

In 1960 we moved to a small Manitoba town called Roblin. Our financial situation improved somewhat and Mom was able to get out and enjoy other activities. She was a sister to the Order of the Eastern Star, a member of the Ladies Auxiliary in the Royal Canadian Legion and also belonged to the United Church. She enjoyed playing golf in the summer and curling in the winter. She won a few trophies in both sports.

Life was going along just fine until 1967. My mother developed bowel cancer and died in July. As a boy of 14 my life was suddenly changed. I was very close to my mother.

As I look back over the many years since her death I feel so much sadness when I think of all the things she has missed. She didn't get to see how her children grew up. She didn't see who we married or any of her grandchildren.

It has been many years since you left us, Mom, but I remember your face, your voice and your laugh as though you were here today. I wish that my family could know you as I do. I love you, Mom, and I miss you every day.

Mom is sadly missed by all who knew her.

All my love, your son, Robert

Grandpa, I miss and love you, even though I was so young when you died. I remember little things like your smile. We all miss you. Take care of Alley Jo for me, she is your first great grand-baby. We love you Grandpa...Love, Miranda, Beth, Jo-Jo, Marie and Joey

Dad was born and raised on a small farm in Stonewall Manitoba. He grew up without the guidance of a father, but he had an older brother, Walter (a.k.a. Dick). They were quite the lads. They were both big strong men from working in the limestone quarry. Dad was six foot four and was 250 pounds in his prime. He was an amiable man who always had a joke and a loud laugh. He was known as "The Friendly Giant".

There was an incident at the local skating rink when a gang of troublemakers were causing a commotion. Dad and Dick forcefully removed the gang from the rink, each of them taking them on, one by one. Another time, Dad was walking down the middle of Main Street with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bottle of Creme De Menthe in the other. He was drinking from both. The town constable wouldn't even go near him.

Dad and Dick rode the rails during the Depression, looking for work in Alberta. Dad said that he almost froze to death in a boxcar.

When war broke out, they both enlisted in the Air Force. Dick was a Spitfire pilot and saw action in England and Malta. Dad was a fireman but did not go overseas.

After the war, Dad worked for the Manitoba Telephone System until his retirement in 1980. My mother had died in 1967 (see Iris Shepherd) and Dad married Eleanor Scotland (née Delmage) in 1973.

In 1993, Dad developed lymphoma. It was a terrible experience to see the man who had personified such physical strength, reduced to this weakened state. He kept his sense of humour though. He was making comical remarks the day he died. We buried Dad on my birthday, October 12. He is sadly missed by all who knew him.

I miss you Dad, and I think about you every day. I wish you could see how much Hayley and "Bud" have grown since you last saw them. Hayley is going to be a beautiful woman someday and Jonathan, well, your legacy lives on in this boy. He's a Taurus, just like you.

All my love, your son, Robert

Frank Sherman was my grandfather and only father figure. He was a very proud and wonderful man. He believed in me and raised me to believe in myself. I loved him dearly and will never ever forget him and the things he taught me. Frank V. Sherman was my hero. And now he's my guardian angel- may he rest peacefully.

To Those I Love When I am gone, release me,let me go. I have
so many things to see and do. You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears. Be happy that we had so many years. I gave you my love, you can only guess, how much you gave to me in happiness. I thank you for the love you have shown. But
now it's time I traveled on alone. So grieve awhile for me
if grieve you must. Then let your grief be comforted by trust. It's only for a while that we must part. So bless
the memories with your heart. I won't be far away, for
life goes on. So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near. And if you
listen with your heart, you'll hear, all my love around
you soft and clear. And then, when you must, come this way alone. I'll greet you with a smile, and welcome you home.
I will be waiting just beyond the moon. Love Bill

Mom,I miss your guidance and love in my life. It's hard to believe you've been gone 3 years already. I am sorry I didn't get a chance to see you before you died. I felt guilty about that, but I think you knew I was coming, anyway. Every day that I get closer to becoming a Social Worker brings me closer to you. I love you. Thank you for bringing me into this world, teaching me values, and exposing me to religion. Sleep with the angels. I'm glad your pain is over. See you later.

"I had no idea how late it was!"Having little sense of time, and an avidly curious mind, this daily comment of mine helped drive my second husband from the marriage. It should definitely be carved on my gravestone.(I don't know if any one of my four children would agree, so I'll carve it here.)This is an autobiographical obituary because I'm terminally ill and hope that anyone who has lost touch with me might find my goodbye here.I've become quite aware of time now---and don't need medication for pain---so my curious mind can use every hour to learn something new (ah, the Internet).If you would like a bit of irreverent music to remember me by, listen to a couple of Sixties classics:Ian & Sylvia's "National Hotel" and Kris Kristofferson's "To Beat the Devil"That about sums it up, folks. Hey, wish me good luck and Godspeed.Thanks, Edith

None knew you well,forgive us

This is in memory of Mildred Shiflett beloved granmother of Lindsey M. Olsen, Courtney L. Olsen, Lauren N. Pickelsimer, and Kristen D. Pickelsimer Also beloved mother to Donna M. Olsen and Barbara L. Pickelsimer. She will be greatly missed by many friends and family members

Japanese great voice actor.
You taught us voice is same as one's body,
You taught us voice shows
the shape of human being.

Passed away suddenly by sad accident
at only 46,
Now I can only wish you're in
calm and comfort place.
Deepest sea or highest sky...

Thank you for your voice,
and thank you for your life.

One of your fan.

(I'm Japanese,but I know many worldwide people love his voice but dosen't know his death..)

In memory of my lost soulmate Greg!
Had I known about the pain & hurt you were going through when I left the night you took your life, I'd of most certainly stopped you. Though it's been 19 years, it took me 18 to figure out what I didn't know back than.......
I definately miss you & now realise you were my true soulmate. I thank God for dreams because that's how I get to visit with you & how I've learned from you what you truly were to me & what I truly meant to you. We were so young back than & you didn't really give us a chance, nor yourself.
Life has to go on for me right now & here & the one thing you have taught me through all the dreams is that one day we shall meet again & we'll be content. You've never left my thoughts, heart or dreams & I truly do miss you & I can say now what I didn't know than -- I Love You With All My Heart Greg!
Rest In Peace My Beautiful Friend!
SMF

For my sister, Donna, I like to think now of the happy times. No more sorrow, no more pain. To think of you in peace; your life was hard enough. To try not to think of your life being taken at someone else's hand. And to hold onto the poem which so well describes your own thoughts.

AFTERGLOW
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is gone
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
Of happy times, and laughing times, and bright and sunny days
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave when life in done..

For you, Donna, for you are never far from my heart, nor my thoughts. For all the times you made me laugh, the times you took away my tears, for being my big sister, for being my world for a time. For Donna, as she never deserved to pass on in this manner. And for justice served, thank you.

My love,

your sister, Dorrian

You left so suddenly, just as you would have wanted. You never wanted to be a burden on anyone and you did not. When you lost your husband: Clifford (Cliff) G Shockley, your oldest son: Roy Van (Roy) Shockley and the son who had become the joy of your life: Lemuel Jackson (Jack) Shockley, you also lost your will to live. It was more than a wife and mother could bear when you lost your husband and two of your children in the short span of less than 2 years Although you are no longer with us, you are in our thoughts, the two daughters and 2 sons you left behind. We think of you often as well as Jack, Daddy and Van. Although we miss you terribly,we know you are in a better place and we will see you again someday.

My beautiful daughter who was murdered in Washington,D.C. for opening her door to help a co-worker. She will always be missed, always remembered for her beautiful smile and beautiful spirit.

Melinda will never be born.

She was a wonderful, loving, intelligent, creative gem of a woman. She was a dedicated teacher and helped many of those in need. She was a great wife and mother. She is a profound loss to those that would have known her.

She was a bright light that shined even in the dreariest of darkness.

Her spirit will one day become real to her father.
She is missed completely by her mother. Her mother wishes more than anything she was here.

To my beautiful son,

I miss you more than words can ever say. I can not believe you would of been 12 years old in a few weeks. I always think of you, and wish you were here to take care of your brother and sister. You are always in my mind, heart, and soul. I love you and miss you so much! Continue watching over your family for we all need to know that you are guiding us. I will never forget you!

I love you,

Mommy

I think about my dad everyday and night. I feel that he is watching me every second that I think of him. At sdthe funeral I felt that he was sitting right next to me and ftaking care of me. I had a dream of him and all my family. And he was sitting right next to me and then I finally thought why is he here I thought he was dead. I told my mom about my dream, and she said that's how he tells me that he was watching over me when I was crying at the funeral. I have about 5 pictures of him in my room, some of them with the both of us. I miss my dad but I got over it in about a week. If he can hear me then I want him to know that I really LOVE him.

I miss you so much, Daddy. Everyday you are a part of my life and my thoughts.

In fond memory of my mother, may she rest in peace.

My dear little sister, If I could have a lifetime wish A dream that would come true, I'd pray to God with all my heart, For yesterday and you A thousand words Cant bring you back I know because I've tried, And neither will a million tears, I know because I've cried. You left behind my broken heart, And happy memories too, But I never wanted memories, I only wanted you. Ilove and miss you Cindy You will never be forgotten

My father, "Slim" was a wonderful, loving and caring man. He never put himself above any others. He is truly missed by his many friends and supporting family. Your "Sonny" David

Gary,
My Friend,we shared so much together - laughter, tears, food!
You could always cheer me up, you were always there for me, no matter what.
I still miss you, I always will, but I will never, ever forget you.
Cup of tea - two sugars - and a Benson& Hedges!
I think of you at least once every day, sometimes all day!
You will never leave me, you will always be with me.
I love you so much!
Take care hunny bunny, goodnight and godbless sweetheart, all my love, forever, Julia xxx

Gary,
you are never far from my thoughts and you never will be.
miss you, all the time.
Goodnight My Friend.
Love Always, Julia xxxxx

Nate, well I miss our long talks about the girls you liked. I miss your advice about Jeremy. But now you four are in a safe and happy place. Do not forget me, because I will certainly not forget you guys. I love you..

Nathan.... I miss you so much. I know you are watching over Matt and I. Some times I can feel the presence of the four of you. We had a lot of great times together and I cherish every one of them. I miss calling you and listening to you play Metallica's 'One' on the guitar. Your niece and nephew are beautiful and remind me of you. I want to say I love you and will never forget you.

Jennifer

Nate, I still miss you so much. I miss hanging out with you at J's and talking to you on the phone. I think about working with you and our camping trip--the best ever! You are always in my thoughts. Whenever I say my son's name, Cole Nathan, I stop and think of you! I will never forget you, Nate, my best friend.

Nate,
You have no idea how much I wish you were here. You were my best friend and I only wish I could've known you longer. I constantly think about you and think why of all people you. I know you can hear me when I talk to you but I wish you could talk back telling me advice on boys and everything else. You taught me little things that some people take for granted; riding a bike, tying my shoes. I do not understand how someone could take your life and not understand what he did, he will never understand what we went through. No one really can. The other night I though of you and how I think it's so unfair...you could've had kids, and wife and I know you would've made a great husband and dad. I feel like you missed out on so much, like I missed out on so much of you. Please watch over me, please guide me. I miss you my only brother and I would do anything to have you back. But I know everything happens for a reason. I love you.

In Memory of our Father, Charles P. Shovlin. Husband of the late Shirley M. Shovlin, Father of Shirley Mallory, Betty West and Patty Pernot, Grandfather of Charles and Patty West and Katie, Kerry and Brandon Pernot. Dad, Thank you for being our Father and friend. Someday we will all meet again. You were a very special Father and we couldn't ask for more. You left us much too soon and left our hearts empty. Thank you for the good memories we have. Please know how much we love you and how much you are missed now and always. You will never be forgotten. Love, Shirley, Betty, Patty and Families

In Memory of our Mother Shirley M. Watkins Shovlin, wife of the late Charles P. Shovlin, Mother of Shirley Mallory, Betty West and Patty Pernot, grandmother of Charles and Patty West and Katie, Kerry and Brandon Pernot. Mom, thank you for being our Mother and friend. Someday we will meet again. You were our angel here on earth, and now you are our guardian angel. We are left with our wonderful memories and we thank you for all of them. God took you home much too soon for us. We will always love and miss you. You will never be forgotten, With All of our Love, Shirley, Betty, Patty and Families

DeFrances Coffee Showers:

There are no words written in the English language to describe this incredible and vivacious child of God. She was my grandmother and also my friend...And I say to you, Friendmother, you were an inspiration in my life and to those who interacted with you and your kind spirit and your legacy will never be forgotten. When you made your transistion to go home to be in the arms of God, I was just too young to understand. But now after the crying, the sorrow, the pain, the suffering, the grief, and the bereaving, my healing process has began. And I thank you for inspiring me to keep on keeping on and to not let anyone or anything stop me from accomplishing my goals in life. You are out of your suffering now and now you, Aunt Emily, Shanique, Jeff, April and Granddaddy should be resting comfortably beyond the gates of heaven. Friendmother, I say this to you: God bless you and I hope to see your beautiful face when I come home and this memorial is dedicated to you with love...

With Love
Your Granddaugther
Desirea

You know when you lose someone that you weren't close to, the sorrow cuts but it doesn't stab at you. Jo'Siah was an example of this type. Jo'Siah and I weren't close as we should have been but with all due respect he was still my grandfather and I still love him and respect him for that. Jo'Siah departed this life due to respritory complications. He was just 2 days shy of his 86th birthday. He will be missed by those who loved and knew him.

He was sort of an misunderstood man: He was quiet, loved watching baseball, and he enjoyed spending time at home. He never really showed his emotions too much. And his hobbies were just sitting at home and enjoying some good food :)!

Granddaddy, Im sorry that I wasnt able to spend as much time with you as I should've, but I still love you and I miss you very much. God Blessed You because you lived a long and prosperous life with hardly any worries. I didnt get a chance to speak to you on the day you passed. I regret that because I wasn't able to say my last goodbye. But now granddaddy, I am saying what I didnt get a chance to say and that is farewell granddaddy, suffer no more, you fought a good fight but you got tired and it was time for you to go home...

I hope to you see and the other smiling faces of the angels that will emcamp me when my last day comes.

Love
Your Granddaughter
Desirea

Shaniqua' never had the chance to experience life. The ups and downs, the heartbreaks and the happiness. She went back home to be with the Lord after only living for 4 months. Like other aunt/niece relationships, we never got a chance to bond. We never got the chance to go anywhere like shopping and such. I guess it just wasn't ment to be. But I thank GOD for what time we did spend together...

Shaniqua' Francina Showers-Blaylock was born to Corey Showers and Tomia Blaylock on January 3, 1991. She was a beautiful brown baby. Skin brown like cinnamon and caramel, a head full of hair, with little bitty tiny hands and feet. I loving nicknamed her Black Chyna Doll. I even have a baby doll that resembles her in such a way that if frightens me. She suddenly passed away from what we call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (S.I.D.S.).

Shaniqua', I just wanted to let you know that auntie never forgot about you. I still love you just as I did 10 years ago. You were my first niece and I will never forget you. I love you and GrannyGran do also :)

Goodbye my niece, for you life is in God's Hands!!

Love
Auntie Desirea

This page is dedicated in loving memory to a man who was a son, a brother, a soldier, a husband, a father, an uncle, a grandfather, and to anyone that knew him, a friend; by the name of, James Howard Shows. 

The funeral service was held on January 16th 1998 at the McCleister North Chapel in Brantford Ontario Canada at 1:30pm. He leaves behind his loving wife Dorthy, and his three children Brian, Craig & Karen as well as several grandchildren. Family and friends will dearly miss this great man, for if you knew him you loved him. Good-Bye uncle Jim I hope to see you agian soon.

My partner in crime, ahead of her time. How can it be true? What am I going to do? It's been five years and still I cry my constant tears. I feel Time crawl by and it laughs when I cry. Sadness and sorrow is nothing to run from, but if it finds us, what do we become? Angels came and lifted you far from the twisted wreck that was once your car. I watched and knew they just wanted you, I remain to reap the crops sown in my pain. Pictures I paint of us in our prime--Rest easy, my friend, my partner in crime.

Oh beautiful fairy, my friend forever, may you discover all the secrets that we were hopeing to find. I hope someday we may walk side by side again, so I can tell you all my secrets. Heh Heh Heh

My friend, I will miss you for the rest of my life. It hasn't been the same without you here. I hate that we have to go on with our lives, but that's the way it goes. I just wanted you to know I never forgot you. I still remember our game. Your mother is doing better. She keeps your box close to her always. And your little niece has grown like a weed. I remember when we were that little. Your mom got remarried, and she still has that crabby kitty....Elisa I miss you!!

Mick Shrimpton was a great man, and a fantastical soccer player. Much of his career was spent at the Ghanaian football team 'The Ho Harriers' before signing a life changing deal with English Pro Soccer team PRML 1904, here Mick Shrimpton, Mick to his friends, shone like a golden egg amongst mere eggs with some of the most ecstatic performances in the La Pearson Liga. Yet his life was cut short, to short for some, when he suddenly died at his mother's funeral in Ghana.

Whatever happens now we all know that Mick is probably playing for Heavens 11 with Pele and Best.

All that knew, and loved him.

you were my best friend but now it's the end.

This Lady made a special person in my life what she is today. Though I never met her my eyes shed the tears knowing that such a person I will not meet until my time comes and judgement day arrives. Till then I will live my life to the fullest and love the same for I know that she did. I see it in the eyes of her Niece whom I shall marry one day soon and we shal have a daughter or maybe a son whose name will reflect the name Shirley Frank Shuff-Born?-Died:November 7,2000 Of cancer. Many surviving relatives and one wonderful Niece Loni Reed Wright.

My ex-wife and I informally adopted Scott in 1976 while he was a student nurse at Newman's in Emporia, Kansas. Scott was 5'10" about 155 pounds, blue eyes, brown hair, often times blonde with the help of Sun In. Scott was just coming to grips with his homosexuality. Always the life of the party and at that time totally in love with Barbara Streisand and just discovering Bette Middler. Scott was a joyous and truely sweet person. We lost track of Scott sometime around 1984. It was years later when I found myself walking among the patchwork of material sewn from love in memorial for so many who have been called from this existence by AIDS. I turned a corner and my gaze fell across an actractive blue panel reading, "Scott Shull, R.N." My heart froze when the confirmation of his birthdate was followed with his date of death. It was at that point that "the quilt" ceased to be a curious memorial in artform and became both a sad source of information on the where abouts of an old friend, and although I had nothing to do with the construction of Scott's quilt or the joining together of his panel with all the other panels who were all friends of someone, at that point I felt the immensity of loss and the joint ownership of the grief of the AIDS memorial quilt. Scott was a person who you wished could be around forever to help make the world a better place. I know I'm not alone in missing his existence. Bern O'Malley, Kansas City

Born in Mesa, Az., Daughter of Grace Margaret Carter and Lloyd Rupert Mills (who are with you now).................... Sister of Evelyn (Downey) McNeil (who is with you now)...... Sister of Rupert Lloyd Noble..................... Mother of Karen Leigh Maza (Shumard) Spice, Mills....... Mother of Linda Sue Hughes (Shumard) Newcomb and Rickie Hughes (who is with you now)....... Mother of Peri Lisa Shumard (Jones, Derullieux, Blanchette) Craig.................... Grandmother of Fred Edward Spice Jr. and Ginger Ann Spice....... Grandmother of Courtney Marie Jones, Christopher Zacharie Raemund Blanchette, Jordan Francis Carter Blanchette, Amariah Caelyn Craig and Keiran Ericson Craig.................... Great Grandmother to a growing list.................... Died too soon from complications of cerebral biopsy.................... With much love, and rememberance from all of us who remain.................... (I miss you, Mom. ~ Peri)

Roger Dale Shumpert was my best friend. He was warm and funny and always willing to listen or help whenever he could. He was the father of three beautiful children. Two girls and one boy. He is now also the grandfather of a beautiful grandson that looks just like him. I only wish that he could have been here to watch him grow up. I wish there was something I could have done to keep my best friend from taking his own life. I've gone over the last day that we spent together and try to remember if you had said anything that should have given me a clue to what you were planning. If I had, I would have kept you from taking that gun. Why didn't you say something to me. I would have helped you in any way I could. This haunts me. You were closer to me than my own brothers. You'll never know what your loss has meant in my life. I go to your resting place and talk to your headstone. I should be talking to you. I miss you more than words can ever express. I see your children from time to time and they remind me so much of you. They are doing ok,but they miss their dad very much. My children often talk about the way Uncle Roger played horseshoes. They miss you too. I guess none of us will ever know why you did what you did.You took that to the grave with you. I think that is the hardest part of all of this. Not knowing why. We had so many good times together and I am finally able to get through all the grief and start remebering the good times. We all wish you were here with us. Christmas is coming up soon and we must go through another one without you. But, we will remember you and go to your resting place to place a christmas tree there for you. You should be here. We miss and love you always. Your Best Friend, Brett Connor

Grama, You were the one who made me strong and had faith in my life all along I know you don't want me to cry for you But I will be honest, it is a very hard thing to do I came to you for advice and you knew just what to say now if I need something all I have to do is pray It is very hard the answers to see, when you cannot talk to me I always knew someday we would have to part but I never wanted that day to start. Gram I love and you"ll always be in my heart. Love and miss ya lots, Maggie