My grandmother died in 1956 and my grandfather in 1960. I was very close to them both. I remember that my grandpa was born in Minsk, Russia and whilst in the Russian army used to train the wild horses (First World War). My grandma was a lovely woman, long red hair and blue eyes. I'm getting on in years and think of them often.

Mom, I hope you can hear me up there in heaven 'cause I sure talk to you everyday and sure do miss you very, very much. It has been three very long years without you.

You are very deeply missed.......

Brett, You were a good friend to me. I just think that it is not fair that you had to go sometimes, but then I realize that you are in a far better place than I. You will always hold a special place in my heart, and I will never forget you. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Soar through the heavens like an eagle, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand. Rest in Peace my loving friend. Tom

Dan, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday in heaven today and may the angels sing happy birthday to you. We all miss you very much.

So very deeply missed

Diane God took you away from steve and I because he needed you back at home with him. After all you were just here on loan to us for a little while. It hurt to have you go but someday we will be togather again. Our Son has grown into a fine man of 33 and now has two sons and another baby on the way. If you were here Iam sure you would love his wife as I do. Diane I love and miss you very much and always will but a second love is in my life that I know you would approve of her name is Karen and we have a daughter her name is Kristal Whom I know you would love neather one of them knew you but they love you and there times when we talk about you. God gave me three women to love and love me and some day we will all be in Heaven togather. Kristal is now 15 years old. Love you Jim 06-15-98

Eric you were my laughter. You always made me smile, when all was wrong with the world. You told me Terry was wrong, and you were right. Life has never been the same since you went away.God, How I miss you. I knew it was you on the phone that day, letting me know you're alright, again easing my pain. I married a wonderful man, Robert. I wish you could've met him. He treats me like a lady, and I love him. Eric, you're always in my thoughts and you always will be. I miss you.Love, Vicki

Dear bobby I cant put a date for you, you see my brother I dont Know it all that I know is at the time I was about (3)years old and mom went to the hosptial to have you and she came home and you were not with her. I asked why she didn't bring you home to and I was told that you were born dead there were no services for you nothing not a damn thing. The year was about 1941 it would have been easyer growing up if there had been some kind of service and I knew where your grave was. I love you and miss the times we could have had togather even though we had a sister who was born in 1943 and I love her with all my heart I will still miss you. I cant write any more my brother as it hurts so bad and Iam crying So I will say I love you and some day we will be togather And leave with a pome that mom wrote to you and changed the date and I know not why. In Memroy of My Son Robert Lee Todd Though your eyes were never opened They were blue I know As an angel came from heaven and told me so You are gone Bobby darling to a better place I know Though I loved you my little darling God knows it was so I never saw your little arms Your face I did see But some day Bobby darling No one will part you and me Mommie Bobby the date she put on this was April,21 1946 I know its not the date because you were befor our sister Kathleen I Love you my brother Jimmy June 29, 1998

Martino,
I've loved you more that anything else and I'll love you forever. You are always with me.---
"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."---
W.H.Auden

In Loving Memory Of Our Son Lima Ramone Toilolo "Forever In Our Hearts" Love, You're Mommy and Daddy and You're sister and brother

Jeff was my shoulder to cry on,my buddy to laugh with,my one true love of my life but most importantly he was my friend...he was only 20 when he died and a part of me died with him, I will always love him and I'll never forget him. I LOVE YOU, The girl you left behind

Sleep on sweet friend and take thy rest. God calls away when he thinks best

My dad was a wonderful person. He was there if you ever needed anything. He loved to be with family, friends and friends' of his family. He was a people person. My friends told me that he was like a dad to him. In my uncles' words he was a "gentle giant". My dad will never leave my heart and I know he's watching over me and my family!

Patrick, sobriquet : « Biquet » (ne me demandez pas pourquoi), était assez rond de visage, de corps. Rangers, bombers, un diable en guise de tatouage. Personnalité plutôt affirmée, charmeur. Ses rires étaient toujours ponctués d’un « C’est rigolo, ça, ah, ah, ça me fait rire » et d’un léger mouvement de tête sur le côté. Il se savait séropo mais ne le disait pas: il préférait oublier tant que tout allait bien. Ses expressions favorites « Queen of the night » pour tous ceux qui « se la jouait très star » ou bien « T’es rien qu’une peste » quand on ne cédait pas à ses caprices. Des heures et des heures au téléphone à parler de tout et de rien, des sorties, des bouffes. Ca allait toujours, à peu près du moins. Puis il a déménagé pour la capitale : problème de boulot. Ce sont sûrement les soucis qui ont aidé à déclencher la maladie. Il rêvait sans cesse de l’Amérique du Sud. Il y est allé, en cachant ses soucis de santé. L’hôpital, ça devenait trop dur : il avait la nette impression de servir de cobaye. Et puis, ce voyage, il voulait à tout prix le faire : il y avait urgence. Il est revenu dans un triste état mais heureux. Il est mort à l’hôpital, entouré de sa famille, de ses amis proches, de son petit neveu qu’il adorait. Il s’est fait incinérer, ultime victoire sur la maladie.

andi you will always be missed by the whole of bamburgh school and u will never be forgotten

My little brother- so trying and so striving to be me. If he had only known that what he tried so much for was not earned. Was just given-- not earned, not deserved, not obtainable. He wanted to be like me -- but he was much more when he was himself. I loved him so much.

We miss you Doreen!! Always the life of life itself.

To the one who lived in joy and brought us joy-- the one and only "Asian stuck in a white boy's body." Your light will be dearly missed, Scott

In loving memory of a diamond husband, dad and best friend, Billy, who was tragically taken from us by cancer. Words alone cannot describe the way the family feels since his death. The kids carry on but miss him terribly, and I feel I lost my life. Billy was a brilliant dad to our two kids Rachel and Tammi, (or Molly and Peggy), as he'd rather call them. Rachel is autistic and her dad was the only one with the knack of being able to calm her down when she got distressed. Tammi, being years younger, thought she could wind daddy around her little finger, but Billy was having none of that. He was a very fair man and wouldn't give one without the other. I miss him because he was always able to bring a smile to my face when I got a bit depressed. Billy will never know thw vast hole that he's left in our lives. We continue to miss him and he will always be talked of with love in our family. Until our family chain has linked again. We remain. Your Lizzie & Rachel & Tammi. xxx So sorely missed

A warm intelligent woman. She moved in with her daughter after her daughters husband died. She helped raise me and I came to think of her as a second mother. The world is a poorer place without her.

God saw you were getting tired, When a cure was not to be, So he wrapped his arms around you, And whispered "Come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you suffer, And saw you fade away, Although we loved you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Small little hands now rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. But when I saw you sleeping, So peacful and free from pain, I could not wish you back, To suffer that again.!! You will be forever remembered and missed... I cradle you not in my arms, but in my heart! Love, Mom

Gary, you were gone in the blink of an eye. We miss you and your wonderful sense of humor and we will always hold your memory in our hearts.

A new star in heaven!

Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining.
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And Fly again.

Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gently happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet.

Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be one your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget.
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right

Matthew, I love you my son.

Army Sgt.Monicka R.Torres,20,of Santo Domingo,Dominican Republic,was killed November 13,2003 when the vehicle her and six other soldiers were riding in came under attack and was ambushed.

Torres,joined the Army in June of 2001,and was assigned to the 15TH Personnel Service Battalion,Adet,based at
Fort Hood,Texas.

She was laid to rest in the Dominican Republic where she received full military honors,Torres,was posthmously awarded a Bronze star and Purpel heart.

The names of her Parents and husband are not being released at this time.

Porque te moriste para mi

my dear dad.
one year has passed so quickly, i think of you daily, sometimes i cry ,sometimes i laugh,but you are always in my thoughts from the moment i wake until i cry myself to sleep at night.
i visit you daily in what we have made your garden.
but you would know that wouldn,t you, because you are always at my side!
i can,t put into words how much i miss u being there,
thank you for 38 wonderful years of my life that i had with you, although it wasn,t enough time we had together, before our dear lord took you away from us, it was the best years ever.
you were the best dad in the world to me, and i will love
you deeply forever.
your everloving daughter
maria xxxxxxxxxxxx
i have sent a flower up to you sprinkled with tears instead of dew, please lord give it to my dad and tell him its from me!

Daddy I'm dead in my center since you left
I felt so strong and assured on that day
That your lifeless body
Drew us together

I sat in your room
While you lay in a box
In the room that you lived in and
Breathed in and
Made me feel strong in

I miss you so much
And my mother, her tears and your wifeÂ’s broken heart
Seems to break more and more as your memory fights back

And when I looked at my son on that cold lifeless day
I saw through his eyes what my dead body could
do while my daughter, your flower, only saw angels
flying and God softly speaking and Jesus and mommy and
everything clearly except for that cold lifeless box
In your room

Then they took you away
But I held on like only your strength would allow me
But it pains even more now that time tries to heal

And when mommy asked me to hold on by looking
I knew, like my son and my brothers and mother, that
nothing as lifeless and cold as that box in your room
would deny me my memory of you on that warm Sunday
morning when you looked like I know you and spoke
like I hear you and laughed like we still laugh
around that square table each Sunday forever

Last Sunday I sat with your wife and my mother
And both of us cried in our hearts as our eyes let
us down as we spoke of your right to have been
at that table with us
Not some hole in the earth

You see dad it's alright now, I think, because
Jade knew to tell me that one day
When Jesus, runs out of people to go home to see Him
He'll find in His heart to “bring” us to you

Danny Townsend was my best friend. He was like my brother, we were raised together and there was hardly a day that went by that we weren't together. We learned to play music together and played in the same band for 12 years till he got so sick and couldn't play anymore, yet his heart was always in the music that he loved so much.When he died he left behind two beautiful boys, Andrew and Daniel. Danny, I just wanted you know that I think of you every day and I will always remember the good times we had. Till we meet again, I love you brother.

My friend Jacky..... I will miss you so much Jack. I will look after my Emmy tho. Dont worry.

I`d like if you provide obituary posting name from my father as following:
PAUL JACK TOWNSEND
born in Poznan city, Poland at 1923
died in São Roque city, São Paulo/BRASIL at last July 9th.
He lived a family composed by:
Janina Szarota, wife
Jaques Townsend, son
Thomas Townsend, son
Christian Peter Townsend, son
Martha Monica Townsend (dead at `61), daughter
Lilian Martha Townsend, daughter
Paul Jean Townsend, son
Joseph Andrew Townsend (dead at `94), son
Edward Marian Townsend, son
Elizabeth Townsend, daughter

& grandson/granddaughters:
Thomas, Tutsy, Erick, Ralph, Dennys, Charles, Monique, Patrícia, Vivianne, Julianne, Luan, Jacqueline and more.

& great-grandson:
Paul Jack Townsend

Thank you,
Jaques Townsend
Rua Almirante Barroso, 50
Olinda/PE-BRASIL
CEP 53040-120
#55-081-431.1642
townsend@hotlink.com.br

Edith lived all of her life within a few miles of her birth at Holme On Spalding Moor, East Yorkshire. She was kind and big hearted although she would have hated you to have told her so. She worked hard all of her life but nonetheless enjoyed it. She particularly loved cats and dogs. We loved her very much and will remember her always especially as we have given our daughter Leonore, Edith as a middle name.