Doug R Childs Relation to Deceased: boy scout in his troop I fondly remember Mr. Flanagan as my scout master in Troop 175 out of Paddy Hill School. Jim took us to Massaweppi Scout Camp three times. Those were good times for me as a youngster. Mr Ed. Davis was our other leader and I held those two men in high regard. Jim, thanks for all the kids you helped out in scouting! You will be missed. 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
Dawn & Tom Kester Relation to Deceased: Happy Tails Pet Grooming I’m sorry to hear of Jimmys passing. I use to love it when he and your mom came into the shop together and he would tell his tales. Funny guy. Now they are toghether again whole and healthy forever. My thoughts and prayers are with you all Sincerely Dawn Kester Happy Tails Pet Grooming May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand. An Old Irish Blessing
Bill R Burks Relation to Deceased: Friend and Co-worker I remember working with Jim in Paper Service. He was a hearty and pleasant man, good to work with. I’m glad he had so many good years and God bless him at his rest. 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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Doug R Childs Relation to Deceased: boy scout in his troop I fondly remember Mr. Flanagan as my scout master in Troop 175 out of Paddy Hill School. Jim took us to Massaweppi Scout Camp three times. Those were good times for me as a youngster. Mr Ed. Davis was our other leader and I held those two men in high regard. Jim, thanks for all the kids you helped out in scouting! You will be missed. 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
Dawn & Tom Kester Relation to Deceased: Happy Tails Pet Grooming I’m sorry to hear of Jimmys passing. I use to love it when he and your mom came into the shop together and he would tell his tales. Funny guy. Now they are toghether again whole and healthy forever. My thoughts and prayers are with you all Sincerely Dawn Kester Happy Tails Pet Grooming May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand. An Old Irish Blessing
Bill R Burks Relation to Deceased: Friend and Co-worker I remember working with Jim in Paper Service. He was a hearty and pleasant man, good to work with. I’m glad he had so many good years and God bless him at his rest. 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