It is a rare thing when someone touchs so many lives and leaves each and every person feeling special and so very loved. "Auntie" was such an exceptional person; during the course of her life, she was a midwife, cook, bootlegger, farmer, wife, mother, and friend. She was sixty-nine years old when she took me into her home to care for, I was two years old and was recovering from a fairly nasty encounter with polio. Auntie helped me to believe in myself, that I could do anything I put my mind to if I tried. She never pitied me, she showed me possibilities. One of her favorite sayings was "God never closes a door that he don't keep a window cracked somewhere." I am so very greatful she lived long enough to see me graduate, marry and have a beautiful daughter. Thank you, Auntie, for the unquestioning love and unending support. I will hold you in my heart until time is no more.

Baba, grandfather, Payya. The word patriarch feels right for you, though you were gentle, kind, and frequently aware of the thoughts and worries of your family. You would worry on behalf of everyone else. And we all feared and dreaded a time when we would be without you. You passed away quickly and relatively painlessley and yet we all were shocked and deeply affected by the suddenness of your departure. You, who are responsible for the existence of so many. Five sons, two daughters, 21 grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren (and many more to come). The deaths of a grandson, and shortly afterwards a son, contributed to Babe's failing heart. 95, and yet we thought you'd manage to make it another year or two. Sardar - gentleman - wise old man - baba - sadhu - we miss you. You never learned to drive, to speak English, or to even use a phone. You used to wear western clothes when you arrived from Punjab in the 1960s, but had rediscovered your 'native' churidar-kameez. When in Rome... Your patrician figure -- clothed in a black European suit, new shirt and tie, encased in an oak coffin with plastic, metal-effect handles, designed to burn safely at temperatures unimaginably painful for the living -- was betrayed, colonised, subject to this indignity by your own family. I fought to get you cremated in the clothes which expressed who you were, where you came from and what you were - but I failed. I cried, and plumbed the depths of my sense of what I was and where you had brought us. How had you carried your memories of camels driving waterwheels and ragged refugees, friends and strangers, killing each other on the way to the station? Your father travelled as an indentured labourer to Fiji and was never heard of again. Now, you have children and grandchildren in Canada. I have travelled the Diaspora in order to make sense of a hybrid world, and in doing so have come to press against the limits of my world-view. How did you deal with the anomie? Truly, you have been a pioneer - illiterate, provincial and yet wise. A pract

Her sense of adventure and beautiful spirit is missed.

Leslie's passing is a wound that will not heal and a loss that I fear to revisit. She was my anchor in this world. She was the one I looked up to and loved more than I loved any other on this planet. She was my entire world and I cannot release the pain that is with me due to her passing. She was a lovely spirit just passing through. All of us that were close to her recognized her divinity. Why was she so special? I don't think it is possible to put into words. She was a shimmering spirit that you could not hold only stand back and admire. She was someone special. If you didn't know her well you could perhaps disregard her but I think even casual acquaintances frequently recognized her as a divine spirit. I knew from the start that she would not be with me for my entire journey through life. Although, there was no way I could keep myself from the heartbreak that would result when she left me. She was my reality. So now that she is gone I feel marooned in a hostile world. I knew that such a special being had no long-lasting place here on earth. She also knew and tried to help me let her go. Her journey here was short but the difference she made to those who knew her well was immense. Oh, her humor and laughing eyes will always haunt me when I think of them and miss them so.

Brenna was a beautiful young lady with a wonderful sense of humour and a great deal of compassion for all living things.Her kindness touched myself and my girlfriend while we lived briefly in her hometown of Jefferson City, Missouri. Brenna was a passenger on TWA Flight 800 which exploded over the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of New York.

Lieve Kenny De kindertjes waar ik mee speel, die wonen in een luchtkasteel. Het is heel hoog, het is heel ver, tussen de zon en de avondster, veel verder dan de regenboog. De wolkenlift brengt mij omhoog. De lift wordt door een uil bediend, een lieve uil. Hij is mijn vriend. Welke etage, kindjelief? De zeventiende, astublief. De lift stopt bij de derde wolk en, kijk, daar komt nog veel meer volk: het regenmeisje stapt erin en dan de bijenkoningin, de zevenslaper met zijn vrouw, de dochter van de bietebauw en nog de schaapjeswolkenherder en daarna gaat de lift weer verder. We zij er! Roept de liftbediende, hallo, dit is de zeventiende! Hier is het luchtkasteel. De gevel, is opgebouwd uit roze nevel. De trappen zijn van rookspiraal. We gaan naar binnen in de zaal. Daar slaapt een oude pianist onder een dekentje van mist. Het wolkenvisje en zijn bruid zwemmen de voordeur in en uit. De freule komt ons tegemoet. Ze heeft een rookpluim op haar hoed. Ze zegt: Kom allemaal naar binnen, het klokje luidt, we gaan beginnen. De kindertjes waar ik voor kom hebben een waaie windveer om. We mogen spelen met de kippen en op het wolkenbankstel wippen, in ‘t luchtkasteel hoog in de wolken van olke bolke rubesolke. Het doet zo’n pijn jou te moeten missen. We houden van je Kenny. Papa, Mama, Jimmy en Danique.

13 years ago cancer took you away from us. You fought a tough battle for 26 months. You are my hero Geoff. We miss you very much. We have so many wonderful memories of you. We share them with your brother as he was too young when you died to remember you. We hope you are in a better place. Happy and having fun. Thank you for the time we had with you. You were one very precious little boy.

Louis Siladi,75,of Barberton Ohio died Nov. 18 at Barberton Citizens Hospital. Born in Lorain Ohio Louis was a life resident of Barberton. He was employed at Babcock and Wilcox Co. retiring in 1986. He was a member of Columbia United Church of Christ, and a U.S. Army veteran during World War II.

You are truly missed every day.

A pioneer grandmother- One of the first women on a commercial airline, she held a job most of her life while raising three kids.

She leaves behind a son, Sandy, and two daughters, Arlene and Reberta and many loving grandsons and grandaughters.

She was truly one of a kind.

Mr. David Silvers of Margate Fla. died on May 15,1996, of Prostate Cancer at the age of 86. Mr.Silvers was born in Warsaw Poland in 1909. He emigrated to New York at the age of 8. He was in the clothing sales business. He is survived by two loving children Gerald Silvers of Norwalk CT. and Marlene Harrington of Sommers N.Y.. Also surving are two sisters Blanche and Irene of Broward County Florida. He is survived by Four Grandchildren Mr. Mitchell Silvers of Norcross Ga., Michelle Rader of N.J., Mrs. Ellen Castelli of Columbus Ohio and Michael Turetzky of Deerfield Beach Fla.. He is also survived by five Great Grandchildren. He will never be forgotten !

Our Dad was loving, compassionate, and funny. His happy outlook on life is treasured and shared by his children. We hear his beautiful singing voice in our hearts. Now he sings with the angels. We love you, Dad. Shari, Dean, Elise, Josh, and grandson Rick. With a Wink and a Smile!

Mom loved us and guided us. She was a "shining example" as a loving grandmother, music teacher, and talented author of 12 beautiful books about needlework. We love you and miss you, Mom. You will always be in our hearts. Shari, Dean, Elise, Josh, and grandson Rick

You used to love to walk.
Just for the enjoyment of walking.
And near the end, when the pain was obvious,
You never complained.
And in the last few months, when you could no longer walk,
And when you were far from home,
All you wanted to do was walk out the door
And go home.

Now you're home
And walking with God

And in the eyes of my daughter, who never had the joy of meeting you,
I see you.

We miss you and remember you every hour of every day
And still can feel your love.

A child a gift from God above, sent to us for us to love. Beautiful blue eyes, a loving smile. We'd give the world to see the boy, the man who was ours for awhile. A memorial for our beloved son, dearest Dad of Amy.

13 juillet 2008, 20hres

Mes tendres pensées pour vous, Tante Rachelle :

Par ce Dimanche pluvieux, un peu avant 16h00, une pionnière de la grande et respectable famille Simard, ma Tante Rachelle a fermé ses yeux sur une excellente et humble vie sur terre. Si travaillante, si généreuse, si aimable et si dévouée, elle le fût pendant plus de 84 ans.

Chère Tante Rachelle, je suis très honorée d’avoir eu cette chance d’être autour de vous et je vous remercie infiniment de m’avoir donné cette opportunité de m’imprégner et de grandie devant vous, car pour moi vous dégagiez le modèle pur et simple d’une personne authentique qui possédiez les VRAIES VALEURS HUMAINES.

Votre plus grande réussite est sans aucun doute, votre unique fille tant aimée Hélène. La connaissant davantage, pas besoin de vous rappeler qu’elle est le plus beau cadeau de votre vie et soyez sans crainte, Hélène continuera de se révéler avec toutes vos valeurs profondes si bien inculquées; quelle reconnaissance.

Vous étiez positive, logique et réaliste chère Tante Rachelle, vous êtes et vous serez toujours dans mon cœur.

Sincèrement chère Tante Rachelle, c’est toute une mission que vous avez accomplie sur terre et vous pouvez maintenant et dignement Reposer en Paix.

Un petit conseil en allant retrouver Oncle Victor, acceptez que les Anges du Paradis accomplissent vos petits besoins, vous le méritez énormément, vous qui étiez si dévouée pour les autres. Gardez un œil sur vos amours, Hélène et Rodrigue.

Au Revoir, Je vous aime beaucoup Tante Rachelle!

Acrostiche vous résumant bien à mes yeux:

Respectueuse,
attachante,
chaleureuse,
humble,
étincellente,
limpide,
lumineuse,
éternelle!

Fabienne Gagné xxx 2008-07-14 14h14

Dear Fritz, I am sorry I'm so far away. we loved you and hope you went laughing. we still have the thermometer you gave us when we left. we will always remember you. ciao kumche! love, tal, ana and ivan (chumur) maletin beer sheva israel

Daddy, i miss you so much, words cannot express the pain i feel inside now that your gone. Its been over a year now and i am still in denial that my hero is gone. I seen you suffer for seven straight months and those last days were the worst. i hope you heard everything i said to you before you died and i hope you felt me hold your hand until you passed away. Nobody on this earth is like you in any way. no one can luagh or play like you did, no one can make me smile or read my mind quite like you did dad. WE all miss you so much. holidays are not complete anymore, our family is not complete without you. You worked your whole life and i dont believe you deserved to die the way you did but you did it like a champ, you had so much strength and thats why i looked up to you, you fought everyday, and won. now that your gone i feel empty and sad but on the bright sad, no more pain or suffer, no more 12 hour days at work to support us, no more doctors or chemo, i know your so much happier now. I hope heaven is everything you expected it to be and i know one day i will see you again. Thats what you promised. I know your with me everyday, you never let me just give up, you told me youd be with me forever and thats exactly what you have done. I love you so much dad and i miss you. rest in paradise

Oh, precious one, how you are loved. From the moment we learned about you, you were loved. From the first time we felt you move, you were loved. The joy and happiness you brought to our lives is so precious. You fought so hard, however, God needed you to be with Him. So, go be with God. Play in Heaven's playground. Play, sing and dance. Our little Dancing Queen. For you are loved. This was written by her Aunt Tonya and she read it at her memorial service. Faith would have been our miracle baby. I miss her so. You will not be forgotten little one! Love, Aunt Theresa

Jack Simmons, graduate of University of Cincinnati College- Conservatory of Music and Colorado State University, pianist extrordinaire and all-around lover of life, died in Fresno, California following a lengthy battle with "valley fever", complicated by HIV. Much beloved and missed by all who knew him: family, lovers, friends, co-workers. This was one of the most loving, accepting and truly liberated people we all ever knew. Opinionated and sometimes infuriating, Jack was fiercely loyal and supportive of those he loved. I am honored to have shared my life with this exceptional man. Still dancing the dance of life, aren't you Jack?!?! Some day I'll hold you again.

I would like to believe you know that you are missed. We went through so much together and I will always love you. I can't help to wonder if there was something I could have done to make you think twice before you took your life. You must have felt so lonely, like no one cared. I'm sorry I never took the time to let you know that I still cared, that you had a friend. I'm sorry I was so selfish. I don't know if it would have mattered. Would you have thought twice? I'll never know. I'm left will all these feelings and all this sadness. I'll never see your face again. We'll never know what you could have been and done. If only you weren't so conviced everything and everyone was against you. If only you believed in yourself, you could have had a good life. If you could have only pushed through the tough times. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. It's too late to help you now, I just hope these last words get to you. Love, Lori

When my grandmother died, she left behind a large family to mourn her passing. She was a such a wonderful lady. My memorial to her is to have the eulogy I read at her funeral, here as her memorial.

This is the eulogy that I, her oldest granddaughter, read at her funeral. I know that her entire family agrees with it.

Grandma, you will never be forgotten because you live in the lives of so many people.

During the time that Grandma was sick, I spent many hours thinking about all the good times spent with Grandma. I also thought about how much she meant to me and the entire family as well as how much influence she has had on each of our lives. I knew that I wanted to do this, but was not sure if I would be able to. However, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to and knew that I would be able to. I am not an eloquent speaker to stand here with flowery phrases, but I just wanted to share my feelings with everyone.

I know that Grandma is going to be missed by everyone who knew and loved her because she touched each of our lives in a most wonderful way. She loved us and we knew it because she showed it every day. She always took an interest in each of us. She always made me feel like I was the only grandchild she had when I visited her even though I was only one of 32 grandchildren and 43 great-grandchildren.

She lived a simple life filled with hard work and was the most humble person I knew. She lived her life as a Christian woman and followed the Bible's teachings in all that she did. In my entire lifetime, I have never heard her say an unkind word to or about anyone. She told me more than one time that if you cannot say something good about someone, don't say anything at all. I have never heard her curse or raise her voice. Only one time, have I heard her complain and when she did, all she wanted was to be where her children could be with her. She had a strong faith and believed in the power prayer. Last Thursday, she was awake the entire time that I visited with her, I knew that she read her Bible every day when she was able, so I asked her if she wanted me to read the Bible to her. She said yes, and I read different passages to her for over an hour. I asked her what was her favorite passage and her reply to me was, "They are all my favorite."

Every year for Christmas, Grandma always gave us a small brown paper bag with our name on it. In the bag, was an apple, an orange, a pack of gum, a candy bar and a five dollar bill. However, that was not all the small brown bag contained. Each bag was packed with love. Those little brown papar bags meant more than any expensive item she could have bought in a store. With a family as large as hers, it would be so easy to leave someone out, but she never missed anybody.

Grandma touched many lives, some she did not even realize. I recently had someone tell me that, "We can all learn something from her."

You see, the tears that I have shed are selfish tears. I don't shed tears for Grandma, because I know she is in a better place. But I am going to miss her, miss her company, miss knowing that she is there and miss being able to just call her up to say, "Hi, I love you."

All of our lives have been blessed by having Grandma. A big empty void now sits where Grandma once lived. A space that cannot be easily filled. So Grandma, I will not say 'Good-bye', but until we meet again. Grandma, I will miss you and I love you, but I know that you are in a much better place now.

~God's Garden~

God looked around his garden,
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest;
God's garden must be beautiful-
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain;
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids,
and whispered, "Peace be Thine."

Jerry, you were my pastor, my role model, my friend. I don't understand why people murder or why it had to be you. Thank you for being there for me . . .your life made a great difference in mine. I miss you.

My Dad----

Those two planes that did it all
How they made those giants fall
Soon I am filled with pain and sorrow
All at the same time I feel hollow
As those long, dark days pass
Filled with fear
Thinking about those terrorists
Are they here?
Simply I close my eyes
Saying everything will be all right
Thinking a lot about my dad
About the man I once had

---- MJ Simon JR

The most beautiful girl in the world.
Her green eyes and sweet lips, the closest things to saitiated i've know.
A best friend and a soul mate.
Quos amor verus tenuit, tenebit.

There is a gift in life you cannot buy, a gift so rare and true, the gift of a mothers love, a mother as wonderful as you.

The years have flown, times have changed and oh how we have grown, one thing however remains the same and that’s the love we have for you.

You may be gone to dance with the angels but you are forever in our hearts and thoughts.

With love from

Carol, Dennis, Janet, Martin, Anita, Martin, Gordon and Kerri.
Grandchildren, Kim, Amanda, Joshua, Jade, Stephen and Ameila
Great Grandson Daniel Joseph.

Mother, Grandmother, Great-grandmother.
Thank you for your parenting.

Unie I miss you so much. I miss your farts even though we both enjoyed wondering who fart was going to stink the most. That would be a very fun thing to do now, Sure wish I can fart on you now. OH!! hold on AWAWAWA that felt good.

Love Always Your Crazy And Wild Cousin,

Marketa

U ique
N otorious with the women, but who cares "Bitch Better Have My Money"
I ntelligence
E xquisite

S ensitive
I cy "The Bomb"
M asculine
S imp when it caame down to Brenda Anderson

Trevell and Gerina miss you dearly.

Ps. Hate to tell you but Mar'Kese nuts is much bigger then Trevell.

I never Knew you, yet I know I must,
At one year old too young to grieve,
Though I've cried that you had to leave,
Mum, you are happy now I trust.

Always remembered, my brother Roy
Who died of cancer after a valiant effort.

God Bless you son. You are in Heaven with your Maker. You are watching over us. I will remember you all my life for all the happiness you gave us for 8 months of your life. May you rest in peace. Love & kisses from Dad.

Mother-in-law, Mother, Wife, Grandmother. We miss you so much. Not a day goes by that we don't think about you. Every November 13 is sad in our household. You now have six grandchildren. We try to tell them as much as possible about you. Your sons miss you so much and so do your daughters-in-law. May god continue to give you a peaceful rest.

Al and Ronald

Beloved mother-in-law, I missed your laughter and your humor. It has been 4 years and it still hurts. Rest in peace "Scrappy" I miss you. '

He was the most tender hearted man I have ever known. He looked forward to a wife and family, but he was murdered before his wish was granted.

To my dearest grandmother, you were the most loving person in the world. I love you very much and miss you deerly. I hope we will meet again some time. For now you are the most shiny star in heaven together with your daughter and my beloved mom: Carla. Take good care of eachother. Love Andrea

In Loving Memory of Corporal Johnny J. Siruk

A Message For Our Son

Written by Ellen Siska in Loving Memory of Edward David Siska
June 25, 1991 - September 15, 1991

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Conceived in love, you came to us,
Our dear, sweet, baby boy.
Gift from above, we held you close,
You were our pride and joy.

Our hearts were full, oh Baby Ed,
To have a sweet new son.
We smiled at you, and you smiled back,
We'd only just begun.

And then one night, we tucked you in,
And kissed you, son so dear.
We didn't know, oh Baby Ed,
The end was very near.

You left that night, so long ago,
Without a single sound.
Our precious gift was robbed from us,
No reason ever found.

This thing called "SIDS" had come that night,
To steal away our son.
We never dreamed we'd lose you, Ed,
The grief had just begun.

The days were long, worse were the nights,
The pain was like a knife.
"You are so strong," they said to us,
They didn't know our strife.

A brother and a sister, too,
Have joined our family.
Big brother Ed, in photographs,
They often look to see.

Someday, our son, we'll have you back,
To hold and hug and kiss.
Until that day, oh dear, sweet Ed,
Your happy smile we'll miss.

Iris had a life in which little came easily. She still lived bravely. May she have peace. We miss you mom.

Kelly is my daughter. She was the most energetic and talented young lady that I have ever seen. She was a very accomplished dancer and acrobat. Kelly and her sister Kristen were killed in a house fire that we had. Our lives have never been the same and the deep saddness that we feel is often quite unbearable. We love our Kelly more than I can ever express in this memorial. We miss her so much. She is always in our hearts and our minds. Mom, Dad, Fred and Eric.

Kristy is my daughter. I lost her and her sister Kelly in a house fire. She was born on Christmas Day, and used to brag to her friends that she was born on Jesus's birthday. What a joy this little girl was to us. Always happy and smiling. She could read second and third grade books at four years old. Kristy was a very bright child. Our hearts ache constantly with the pain of losing Kristy and her sister Kelly. We miss and love her more than mere words can ever express. Mom, Dad, Fred, and Eric.