Melinda Barton Relation to Deceased: Friend of the Family My husband Jack and I were fortunate enough to be part of the Matorana family. Who’s definition of what a family should be matched ours. we extend our love and prayers to all 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
Davy G Merritt Relation to Deceased: Friend Jack was great guy. I am sorry to hear of his passing. Jack and I shared the same passion for flying. He was an excellent pilot. Their are not a lot of pilots I would let my family fly with but Jack was one of them. The Rochester aviation community lost another great member. 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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Melinda Barton Relation to Deceased: Friend of the Family My husband Jack and I were fortunate enough to be part of the Matorana family. Who’s definition of what a family should be matched ours. we extend our love and prayers to all 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
Davy G Merritt Relation to Deceased: Friend Jack was great guy. I am sorry to hear of his passing. Jack and I shared the same passion for flying. He was an excellent pilot. Their are not a lot of pilots I would let my family fly with but Jack was one of them. The Rochester aviation community lost another great member. 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