Scott & Kathleen Wishart Relation to Deceased: Neighbor John will be in our memories forever. He was a good man with many interesting stories of his life journeys. He will be missed! 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
Diana Falcone Relation to Deceased: Father Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so good No one could be, so gentle and so lovable Oh, my pa-pa, he always understood. Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee and with a smile he’d change my tears to laughter Oh, my pa-pa, so funny, so adorable Always the clown so funny in his way Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Deep in my heart I miss him so today. 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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Scott & Kathleen Wishart Relation to Deceased: Neighbor John will be in our memories forever. He was a good man with many interesting stories of his life journeys. He will be missed! 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
Diana Falcone Relation to Deceased: Father Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so good No one could be, so gentle and so lovable Oh, my pa-pa, he always understood. Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee and with a smile he’d change my tears to laughter Oh, my pa-pa, so funny, so adorable Always the clown so funny in his way Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Deep in my heart I miss him so today. 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