Lou & Rosa D’Angelo Paul & Deb, Our prayers and condolences are with the Boccacino family at this sad time. May your memories keep you close. 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
gayle stahl Relation to Deceased: her nail lady from Hill Haven I spent many wonderful hours talking with your mom. She was a special lady and we had a special friendship. She made sure I phoned her if I couldn’t make it in to Hill Haven so she would be sure I was OK. And she always insisted I take a piece of candy. I will miss her so very much. Gayle Stahl 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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Lou & Rosa D’Angelo Paul & Deb, Our prayers and condolences are with the Boccacino family at this sad time. May your memories keep you close. 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
gayle stahl Relation to Deceased: her nail lady from Hill Haven I spent many wonderful hours talking with your mom. She was a special lady and we had a special friendship. She made sure I phoned her if I couldn’t make it in to Hill Haven so she would be sure I was OK. And she always insisted I take a piece of candy. I will miss her so very much. Gayle Stahl 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