Nancy Hope Melnyk 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
Beth Dunch Relation to Deceased: long time companion I am heart broken this morning I have lost my best friend. We have shared our last 33 years together, and He will be deeply missed. For our bantering and teasing will now not be heard except in my memories. I was walking out of the hospital yesterday and heard a voice like the Grumps but it was not his. My heart sank with pain. I loved that old Grump! I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Additional Tribute Link: http://youtu.be/iw5GuJ3nmi0
Nancy Hope Melnyk 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
Beth Dunch Relation to Deceased: long time companion I am heart broken this morning I have lost my best friend. We have shared our last 33 years together, and He will be deeply missed. For our bantering and teasing will now not be heard except in my memories. I was walking out of the hospital yesterday and heard a voice like the Grumps but it was not his. My heart sank with pain. I loved that old Grump! I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker