theodore LePore 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
Michael Stevens Relation to Deceased: Friend of son John. John,please accept my condolences for the loss of your Dad. Although I never met him,I always felt I “knew” him from all the stories you would tell me about him. R.I.P. Mr.Bianchi.
Barbara Bianchi Relation to Deceased: Daughter This poem says it all. Dad was the best father one could have. I will miss him so much but know that he is now where he belongs. As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
theodore LePore 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
Michael Stevens Relation to Deceased: Friend of son John. John,please accept my condolences for the loss of your Dad. Although I never met him,I always felt I “knew” him from all the stories you would tell me about him. R.I.P. Mr.Bianchi.
Jill M Letta Wishing you a wonderful journey JB, always loved seeing you…especially sitting next to Ellie!! Sure that was fun!! Bless your heart!
Barbara Bianchi Relation to Deceased: Daughter This poem says it all. Dad was the best father one could have. I will miss him so much but know that he is now where he belongs. As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.