TOM, VAL, & KATELYN RADOVICH We Love, and will miss you Nick 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
Ronald W. Knott Relation to Deceased: friend Nick was and still is a memory in my mind. I loved his humor and wit. He was not by any stretch of the imagination slow. He caused me to think about what he was going to say. Now I get to think about what he said. I am only sorry I did not get to know you better. Best to you always and your family Nick 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
Patty & Jim Liggett Relation to Deceased: step niece Love and prayers are with the Storitini family Nick was a wonderful man and loved life and his family. His love will continue in your hearts. Peace be with you all. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody
Michael Lamb Relation to Deceased: friend & neighbor I will miss Nick & Lexie and making him laugh because he was so good at it. He called me Michaels and always had a smile and made me laugh as well. Thank you my friend. 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
Clare A Stortini Relation to Deceased: Niece I will miss you every minute of every day. Thank you for being my Godfather, Uncle, mentor, and most of all, my buddy. I love you. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody
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TOM, VAL, & KATELYN RADOVICH We Love, and will miss you Nick 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
Ronald W. Knott Relation to Deceased: friend Nick was and still is a memory in my mind. I loved his humor and wit. He was not by any stretch of the imagination slow. He caused me to think about what he was going to say. Now I get to think about what he said. I am only sorry I did not get to know you better. Best to you always and your family Nick 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
Patty & Jim Liggett Relation to Deceased: step niece Love and prayers are with the Storitini family Nick was a wonderful man and loved life and his family. His love will continue in your hearts. Peace be with you all. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody
Michael Lamb Relation to Deceased: friend & neighbor I will miss Nick & Lexie and making him laugh because he was so good at it. He called me Michaels and always had a smile and made me laugh as well. Thank you my friend. 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
Clare A Stortini Relation to Deceased: Niece I will miss you every minute of every day. Thank you for being my Godfather, Uncle, mentor, and most of all, my buddy. I love you. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody