My Tribute to Chris

There is so much to say about Chris I don’t know where to start. It could take days. He was my best friend in the whole world. I was never bored with him and I do get bored easily. We always had things to talk about. He was intelligent, bright and good at so many things. He was the best listener and he always helped me work out a problem. He would cut my hair, thank me for dinner every night, even if I did not make it myself. He would go shopping with me for hours and hours even though he really didn’t want to, just so he could be with me. He loved his cats so much, they meant the world to him. If one of them did not feel well he would stay up all night watching them to make sure they were OK. Also, he had the most beautiful voice. So many people would tell me that. He loved to go fishing and be near the water and we had such great times when we went on vacations. Also he was good at fixing things he was a good writer, a great cook especially a good short order cook. He was wonderful with children and animals and they loved him. He loved tag sales because he loved old things, including me. Most of all he never said no to anyone that needed his help. These are just a few of the things that I loved most about him. I know there is more but I will end here now by saying, God, may Chris rest in peace and always be remembered for the wonderful person that I knew he was. God bless you Chris.
Love you always forever and ever Nancy, Baby, Cowboy, Angel and Thumper

Mum, There are no words big enough to reflect the loss. Just know how much I loved you, and that I will never forget you. You know what they say... To live in the hearts of others is not to die. Your loving son, John xxx

For Herb..... I have an image of you in my mind tonight. You are sitting on some patio in heaven, talking with God about how great it is to hike and fish; and gently questioning him about why the winters have to be so cold in some places. You aren't sick. Your voice is once again deep and rich. You are whole. And as I sit here and smile at the knowledge that you are as you should be; I realize that I must have cried a thousand tears for those of us who love you and now have to go on without you. I've thought of you in so many ways today. The day you held out your arms for my first born baby and said "Let her Grandpa hold her". Our youngest straining to peek over your hospital bed, saying "Poppa, Poppa" and even though I KNEW you didn't have the strength; you always responded "Come Here Pretty Baby". So many memories, Herb, so much love. You probably didn't even realize how many lives you touched; that was part of your charm. You will go on .... In all our hearts. I was told today "It's okay Mommy, Poppy is an angel now". You know, I believe you are. I feel your spirit around us, guiding us, loving us; and somehow I know there will come a day when we will feel like smiling again. I know this because it's what you would have wanted. So each summer, when the days are warm, the sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly ..... I will stop, and close my eyes and feel your spirit on the summer wind. And I Will Smile. I Love You Herb, Always Sheri Lynn

In fond memory of the follwing Realatives Agnes Coughlin, Lenore Bradley, Alma Grolnick,and Regina Slattery I Cate Dolan, have donated to ADAMS COMMUNITY CENTER in the memory of my family. Love, Cate

To my friend and surrogate big brother. I have replaced the 'whys' with the memories of you and the good times and great advice you had. I will always cherish our friendship.

To My Precious Daughter, who is Sadly Missed, Deeply Loved and Always Remembered!
Until we meet again in Heaven where we will be together for eternity, that I will Forever hold you in my Heart and will Always Love You.

I Love You,

Mom (Kim Barnett-Sledd)

Passed away September 12, 1995

Loving Husband of Olive (dec) and Nellie (dec).

Loving Father of Bernice, Jim, Brian, Dot, Ian, Malcolm (dec) and Rae (dec).

Pop we will all miss you very much, it is hard to believe you are no longer with us, you are always in our thoughts

Love from Ian and Jan

I have lost a wonderful and special friend today. We have been together almost 40 years. When we were young, he was a very busy man yet he always had time to play with me. I always seem to come first. Sometimes playing catch, his arm would be hurting from his work, but he would never complain. When it came to making toys for me and my family to play with, nothing he set his mind to could not be accomplished. He has made a actual car for us. A dirt bike to play with he made from old parts. He taught me a lot about mechanical machines and the repair of them. Once as a youngster we had to work in the garage, I remember following him in the snow and trying to match his footprints. He took long strides and it has been many years since then and I know now that I will never fill his shoes. He was just to great of a man! As we got older together our play time seemed to get shorter. I had new friends and interests that seemed to take more of my time. But whenever my car broke down, he was always around to help me fix it. His long hours at work and my activities at school didn't allow us much time together, but he was always there when I needed him. After my schooling, I got a job in another state. It didn't take me long to realize how much I missed my friend. After 3 months I moved back and he helped me get a job with him so that I could live near him. Again, he was there to teach me new things about running heavy equipment, and that there was more to life than making money. Family and friends were special and to be give any job your best effort. Never be late, always early. Give your employer your best effort. When jobs would end, he would always take me with him to new jobs. We worked well together. Once we went back to his old line of work, pipelining. We worked in Indiana, Pa. and drove it back and forth everyday. Leaving home early in the morning, working 10 hours each day in the cold and mud. He made sure that I was on his crew of laying in the pipe so that he could teach me how it was done. After working in the mud and cold, by quiting time I was exhausted. He would drive the hour and a half back home so I could sleep. And of course he drove in the morning also so I could get some extra rest. Always putting me ahead of himself. That's what kind of friend he was, unselfish! Finally I got a job on my own. By this time my friend was getting ready to slow down. He was reaching the age to retire. He never did realized what retirement was. We bought some equipment of our own so that I could make some extra money. And for him to run to keep busy. It ended up that he ran it more and seemed to work harder than his last couple of jobs before retirement. Again, any job that he did, he never over charged his customers, and hardly ever took a lunch break. Always giving his best for every job. With my job, I was able to help in the mornings before I went to work. Spending time with him was getting to be important to me. Just like when we were younger, his spending time with me was important to him. As time went by, my friend started to slow down. Now instead of always having a job to do in the mornings, he would come to my house and we would visit, take a daily ride to the local store, come back and always have something little to do on his farm. By the time it was ready for me to go to work, he was tired and went back home. But everyday I could count on him to be over at my place to do something else in the morning. I am not going to know what to do now without him when the weather gets warmer. I miss him already! There are so many memories of my friend everywhere around me. When I built my house myself, he was here everytime I had a chance to work on it. Him and I used our equipment to dig the basement together. We laid out the forms for the foundation. After I had someone do the block work it was time for us to get busy. A few extra friends and my house was underway. When the shell was up, the extra friends were done and it was up to me and my special friend to finish it. He was always around to give me a hand with everything. Plumbing, electrical, carpentry, it didn't matter, he was always here. Again I got to spend so much time with him. He always had some good ideas to make things better. A while ago my friends knees and joints started to bother him. He wasn't feeling well a lot, but I wasn't to concerned. He was always here when I needed him and things weren't going to change just cause he wasn't feeling well. A couple of weeks ago, he was having trouble breathing. It ended up that he had a heart attack. I was there when his wife called the ambulance and went with him to the hospital. Again, not to worried, my friend was always here. He would get better. I visited him everyday in the hospital and you could see him improving. A couple of days, he was tired but that was from exercise and people visiting him. I could still see that he sometimes had trouble breathing but he was ready to go home after the second day. Well they released my friend on February 26, 1999 after seven days. I visited him at home that night after work to make sure he didn't need anything. He was fine, a little tired but glad to be home. This morning, his family called and said that they needed milk for breakfast, so being a good neighbor and friend, I rushed down with some milk. My friend had been up most of the night, back and forth with his walker. His wife said she keep putting his oxygen back on him cause he keep taking in off. He didn't sleep well. After visiting a little he fell asleep in his chair. He had been sleeping in that chair for the last couple of years. "Can't sleep laying down," he would say. "Can't get my wind." Around 8:45am he awoke with a start and asked me to help him up. He went off to the bathroom. A short time later, he came out, playfully hit his grandson with his walker a couple of times, smiling, and came over and sat at the bar. His wife had his medication ready for him and said "Mel, here is your first pill" At that time his eyes got very large and he lost his color in his face and started labored breathing. I ran around the bar and tried to shake him but he just keep collapsing down. I called 911 and then his daughter and I started CPR on him and tried to keep him alive. My friend, my father, died in my arms right there. I miss him dearly!! I told my mother today coming back from the hospital, that as a very young boy, I can remember crying myself to sleep at night and praying to God that he would protect my mom and dad and keep them safe. I asked him to wait until I was older before he called them home because I couldn't stand not having them around. Now I'm almost 40 and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with out my father here with me everyday. He was my best friend and I am going to miss him dearly. I love him so much! I do thank the Lord for giving me so much time with him. I know how special it was and realized it many years ago. I have tried to remember all the things that we have done together, there are so many. Each one is special. Dad has touched a lot of peoples lives. He has helped get people jobs, giving money when he had has so little himself. Always putting his family ahead of himself. He is the greatest father that I know. Jesus, I know that dad is with you now. Please take care of him like he has taken care of me and all the family. Dad, I love you and miss you. John

This is in memory of my beloved sister and brother-in-law. I am so thankful that I got to be with each one of you as you died. I know that you knew we were there and how very much we loved you. Tell Daddy and Ellen hello. We love you all. Karen

In memory of our loving mother, sister, and grandmother, Addie Sloan. She taught us all how to approach life by doing the right thing at all times. We will miss her dearly.

Mom, I miss you every day, even though it's been ten years. How you would have loved this new technology! So would dad. You'd be so proud of me now, as I finally found my niche in life as a teacher of Computer Literacy and Internet Basics. I know we'll see each other again. You live in my heart and the hearts of all who knew you and loved you. With all my love, Your daughter, Carol

BooBear, you are the most wonderful child a mom could ever ask for. Your personality topped all others. You were and I'm sure still are a very happy baby. I am so glad that we had the opportunity to know you and to love you. Mommy, Daddy, and Bubba love you sooooooo much and miss you. I'm sure you are singing and playing with the angels. I think about you every minute of every day and I know that you are still with me. There is just so much that I want to say to you. But I'll sum it all up best I can by saying that you are Mommy's angel forever!!!!! I Love You!!!!!

Lieve Pa, Ik mis je nog steeds, ik kan er maar niet aan wennen, net op het moment dat we elkaar hadden teruggevonden en ontdekten dat we in staat waren om met elkaar te praten moest het zo zijn, ik ben je echt gaan respecteren om wie je was, en in mijn gedachten zul je altijd bij me zijn. Jerez en Miryeah (je kleindochter) zullen heel trots op je zijn als ze weten en te horen krijgen wie en wat je was en waar je voor stond. Pappa, je was mijn held en ondanks je ziekte vond ik je ijzersterk. We houden van je en zullen je niet vergeten. Jeroen, Monique, Jerez en Miryeah.