Ann (mother of two grown up daughters) died suddenly of a brain haemorrhage whilst out with her husband one Saturday night in London to celebrate his birthday. I had worked with Ann for 11 years, they say relatives grieve for their lost loved ones but I have been grieving for the part 11 months. I cannot stop thinking about the one that I have lost.
I miss you very much

To my dear twin brother Robert: I miss you very much. Sometimes the pain I feel in my heart is so heavy, and yet I know that the sorrow I feel is nothing compaired to the pain of that of your kids Audree & Austin. I know that Cindy sufferd also...I miss you Bob...I know that you're in heaven and that I will see you again...I just miss being able to call you up and say "I LOVE YOU" Your kids are growing up so fast. The last time I saw them was at your grave site...I will see you again...And hug you. And laugh with you... Untill we meet again.......................pictures will have to do.

I guess that its terrible that I dont recall my own fathers date of birth or death. Maybe so. We never had much of a relationship, that I recall anyway. Now that I am grown, I can understand some of the struggles he faced during his life. Im sure there is lots of stuff that I never even knew about. I wish that we could have had an opportunity to relate, or to learn from one another.. I hold alot of your traits I think. Im terribly jealous like you, its kinda weird. Funny how a baby can pick up things from her daddy, and even though she wasnt around him much, now she seems to mirror him. Just so you know, I hold no grudges against you. None what so ever. Life has made me who I am, and Im satisfied with that. You can rest now too. Chris died. Lynns son. Thats a long story too. But I guess that you know already. If the myth of heaven is true. I dont visit you much...but in thoughts I do. Life has a way, doesnt it? It makes you weary, then you sleep. Good night.

The absolute best mortal man that ever lived, in the humble opinion of his wife Grace, his son Rahn and his daughter Lisa.God blessed us with you. We will always Love and miss you.

you weren't just my "gram" you were my friend too

My beloved mother. whom I miss so very. you were my Best Friend. Everyone is alright, Jeremy is home now. I know he broke your heart. we all miss and love you, you're always my heart. Your daughter

God wanted you, didn't he? I know it's been almost 12 years now, grandma but I still cry. It still hurts almost unbearably because I know that I could never see you again - at least not too soon. I know though, that you have watched over Jeremy, mom, dad and I througout these years. Remember when you burnt the toast and your complex was evacuated? We continued to sit at the table, eating and the fire fighters knocked on the door and you offered them some BLT's! I will never stop laughing. I could never make matza ball soup like you, grandma. You were the best. I'm sorry for moving. But I know that you found us and I know now from mom that you told us to go. I know that dad hurts and he cries inside. I observed the "anniversary" in temple Jan. 26th. I wish I could have given you a yartzeit. Maybe next year. I know you are proud of me when I go. That place always makes me cry that it moves me so much. The Rabbi is a wonderful person and so is Beth, the cantoralist. You would love it. Your memory will live on in my heart as each day passes. I know you are still watching over us all. I know you hear me when I ask for you and God to give me strength to get through the hardships.

I will see you again on your birthday as I do every year, as I sit at your side and tell you how much I miss you. I know though, that your hand will be on my shoulder telling me everything will be ok.

Grandpa, I know how hard it was. Dad tells me all the time and I get so angry; but not at you. I've always loved you regardless of what happened. Dad is sorry, I know that deep down he is. I know you both loved each other and that it was so hard for you two. I wish that things were different for everyone.

I still have your letters and the things from Israel that you sent me. I would love to find out where you are so I could visit you. Maybe when I go back on Grandma's birthday to visit her site, I will find you as well. I love you, Grandpa. And I also know that you are with me as well. I even saw you that one day as you walked through my dining room, only to disappear shortly after I caught a glimpse of you.

A really great woman, a spunky optimist right to the end. The world has lost a good one with her.

Amelia Stefanski was born in Munger, Michigan to Casper Stefanski and Mary (Wisniewski) Stefanski. Amelia worked at the World Star knitting factory in Bay City, MI for a few years before marrying Peter Skrzypczak on July 18, 1927. Together she and Peter had four children: Marshall (b. 1928), Edwin (b. 1932), Eugene (b. 1937), and Virginia (b. 1941). On October 9, 1976, Amelia died suddenly after attending mass at St. Hyacinth Catholic Church in Bay City. She was survived by her husband Peter, her 4 children, and many grandchildren. She was also survived by her sister Stephanie Gruszynski. She had been preceded in death by her parents and 4 brothers. She was buried at St. Stanislaus Catholic Cemetery in Bay City, MI.