Pam Forshee Relation to Deceased: friend I was honored to have the opportunity to meet both of Giselle’s parents several years ago. They were both such loving and wonderful people. Even though I was not a part of their family, at gatherings they made me feel like that. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Heather W. C. Darrach Relation to Deceased: Neice Aunt Bernice we weren’t able to spend much time to together however I will always remember with a smile the times we shared. Family, especially Uncle Bill, Glenn & Giselle, we so important to you. II always heard such good things about the golf tournaments and wish I would have been able to go to one even though I can’t golf. On a couple of trips with Dad to the Island he was always clear that an essential part of a successful trip was stopping off to visit with all of you. Psalm 116:15 says, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints”. You were certainly one of his saints so go to your reward in peace. Know however that there are many of us you have left behind who will feel the pain of your loss. Also Aunt Bernice you were a gifted hostess. You had a real gift for making people feel at ease in your presence and you made the best brunch I ever tasted. Glenn and Giiselle although your pain is certainly great right now I know your Mother would want to say to you words similar to this poem at this time if she could. WHEN i’M GONE When I come to the end of my journey And I travel the last weary mile, Just for if you, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; Remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I’ve had loads of fun. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way. Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, ere the close of the day. Thne forget to grieve for my going, I would not have you sad for a day. But in summer just gather some flowers And remember the place where I lay. And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best. Mrs. Lyman Hancock I’ll miss you Aunt Bernice until we meet again.
BEV SCALZO Relation to Deceased: FRIEND IT WAS AUGUST OF 1965. I MOVED INTO MY NEW HOME ON THOMAS AVE. IN IRONDEQUIOT. I KNEW NO ONE. NOT LONG AFTER I’M SETTLED IN, I SEE A WOMAN WITH A BABY STROLLER COME UP MY DRIVEWAY—BERNICE & GLENN. FROM THAT DAY FORWARD SHE BECAME MY SISTER—MY BEST FRIEND. WE RAISED OUR CHILDREN TOGETHER—i, ASKING HER OPINION; SHE ASKING ME FOR MINE ON BUMPS ON THE HEAD, RUNNY NOSES. SHOULD THIS OR THAT BE DONE? IS IT TIME TO SEE A DOCTOR? WE WENT FOR WALKS, HIKES, PICNICS, BREAKFASTS IN THE PARK TO WATCH THE SUNRISE; SAT ON THE (STOOP)–BERNICE’S QUOTATION–IN THE FRONT OF MY HOUSE AFTER THE KIDS WERE IN BED & WATCHED THE STARS (REALLY TALKED ABOUT THE DAY AND OUR NEIGHBORS). WE DID CRAFTS, BOWLED,WENT TO BALL GAMES—–OH, WE DID MANY THINGS TOGETHER. WE EVEN FOUND TIME TO TALK ON THE PHONE FOR AN HOUR OR SO. WE HAD TIMES WHEN WE LAUGHED AS WELL AS CRIED TOGETHER. YES, WE HAVE HAD A ROUGH TIME THESE PAST COUPLE OF YEARS, BUT I WOULDN’T HAVE MISSED ONE DAY BECAUSE WE WERE STILL ABLE TO ENJOY ONE ANOTHER’S COMPANY MOST OF THE TIME. I’M VERY SAD TO HAVE LOST BERNICE, MY SISTER, MY BEST FRIEND; BUT I’M HAPPY SHE IS AT PEACE AND GONE TO MEET BILL AND HER FAMILY AT A MUCH BETTER PLACE WHERE SHE ISN’T SUFFERING ANYMORE. SO I DO SAY GOOD-BYE MY SISTER,MY FRIEND. I HOPE TO MEET UP WITH YOU AGAIN SOMEDAY. LOVE, BEV–ACROSS THE STREET The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
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Pam Forshee Relation to Deceased: friend I was honored to have the opportunity to meet both of Giselle’s parents several years ago. They were both such loving and wonderful people. Even though I was not a part of their family, at gatherings they made me feel like that. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Heather W. C. Darrach Relation to Deceased: Neice Aunt Bernice we weren’t able to spend much time to together however I will always remember with a smile the times we shared. Family, especially Uncle Bill, Glenn & Giselle, we so important to you. II always heard such good things about the golf tournaments and wish I would have been able to go to one even though I can’t golf. On a couple of trips with Dad to the Island he was always clear that an essential part of a successful trip was stopping off to visit with all of you. Psalm 116:15 says, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints”. You were certainly one of his saints so go to your reward in peace. Know however that there are many of us you have left behind who will feel the pain of your loss. Also Aunt Bernice you were a gifted hostess. You had a real gift for making people feel at ease in your presence and you made the best brunch I ever tasted. Glenn and Giiselle although your pain is certainly great right now I know your Mother would want to say to you words similar to this poem at this time if she could. WHEN i’M GONE When I come to the end of my journey And I travel the last weary mile, Just for if you, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; Remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I’ve had loads of fun. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way. Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, ere the close of the day. Thne forget to grieve for my going, I would not have you sad for a day. But in summer just gather some flowers And remember the place where I lay. And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best. Mrs. Lyman Hancock I’ll miss you Aunt Bernice until we meet again.
BEV SCALZO Relation to Deceased: FRIEND IT WAS AUGUST OF 1965. I MOVED INTO MY NEW HOME ON THOMAS AVE. IN IRONDEQUIOT. I KNEW NO ONE. NOT LONG AFTER I’M SETTLED IN, I SEE A WOMAN WITH A BABY STROLLER COME UP MY DRIVEWAY—BERNICE & GLENN. FROM THAT DAY FORWARD SHE BECAME MY SISTER—MY BEST FRIEND. WE RAISED OUR CHILDREN TOGETHER—i, ASKING HER OPINION; SHE ASKING ME FOR MINE ON BUMPS ON THE HEAD, RUNNY NOSES. SHOULD THIS OR THAT BE DONE? IS IT TIME TO SEE A DOCTOR? WE WENT FOR WALKS, HIKES, PICNICS, BREAKFASTS IN THE PARK TO WATCH THE SUNRISE; SAT ON THE (STOOP)–BERNICE’S QUOTATION–IN THE FRONT OF MY HOUSE AFTER THE KIDS WERE IN BED & WATCHED THE STARS (REALLY TALKED ABOUT THE DAY AND OUR NEIGHBORS). WE DID CRAFTS, BOWLED,WENT TO BALL GAMES—–OH, WE DID MANY THINGS TOGETHER. WE EVEN FOUND TIME TO TALK ON THE PHONE FOR AN HOUR OR SO. WE HAD TIMES WHEN WE LAUGHED AS WELL AS CRIED TOGETHER. YES, WE HAVE HAD A ROUGH TIME THESE PAST COUPLE OF YEARS, BUT I WOULDN’T HAVE MISSED ONE DAY BECAUSE WE WERE STILL ABLE TO ENJOY ONE ANOTHER’S COMPANY MOST OF THE TIME. I’M VERY SAD TO HAVE LOST BERNICE, MY SISTER, MY BEST FRIEND; BUT I’M HAPPY SHE IS AT PEACE AND GONE TO MEET BILL AND HER FAMILY AT A MUCH BETTER PLACE WHERE SHE ISN’T SUFFERING ANYMORE. SO I DO SAY GOOD-BYE MY SISTER,MY FRIEND. I HOPE TO MEET UP WITH YOU AGAIN SOMEDAY. LOVE, BEV–ACROSS THE STREET The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips