Karen Margaret Rotunno Relation to Deceased: daughter My pop was the most caring and loving father that there ever was. He loved his family, and we love him and always will. I love you pop, and I miss you so much it hurts. I know one day we will be together in heaven. I love you the whole world and a penny. 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
Karen M Rotunno Relation to Deceased: Daughter Pop, your are in my heart and soul and I miss you every second. I know you are looking down on us and protecting us, watching Matthew and Jacqueline grow. 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
Karen Margaret Rotunno Relation to Deceased: daughter My pop was the most caring and loving father that there ever was. He loved his family, and we love him and always will. I love you pop, and I miss you so much it hurts. I know one day we will be together in heaven. I love you the whole world and a penny. 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
Karen M Rotunno Relation to Deceased: Daughter Pop, your are in my heart and soul and I miss you every second. I know you are looking down on us and protecting us, watching Matthew and Jacqueline grow. 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