George Elkins Relation to Deceased: Friend Rest in Peace Marjorie…your spirit and love of life was an inspiration to Mary Pat and all of us. Bless you. Your sense of humor and memories of a Manhattan were a joy to share with you. 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
cynthia m leckinger Relation to Deceased: friend,caregiver I was so sad to hear of Marjorie’s passing. I was so lucky to have been able to know her and have her in my life. Marjorie was a loving and generous person, always remembering birthdays, aniverseries and holidays of the people she loved. Marjorie told many stories of her life to me from the time she was a little girl. Marjorie had a fantastic memory of the old actors and entertainers and loved to watch the TCM channel, taping the movies for me so I could watch them. One day I found a music box in the trash. When I finally was able to get it to play I called her and played it over the phone to her. Marjorie was able to identify the song to me and sang it to me over the phone. The next time I saw her she had written the lyrics down for me. The paper is still with the music box, where it will be always. I will miss her and always remember her. 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
Hi Mom,
Just a quick note to tell you that you are loved and missed by all of us.
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George Elkins Relation to Deceased: Friend Rest in Peace Marjorie…your spirit and love of life was an inspiration to Mary Pat and all of us. Bless you. Your sense of humor and memories of a Manhattan were a joy to share with you. 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
cynthia m leckinger Relation to Deceased: friend,caregiver I was so sad to hear of Marjorie’s passing. I was so lucky to have been able to know her and have her in my life. Marjorie was a loving and generous person, always remembering birthdays, aniverseries and holidays of the people she loved. Marjorie told many stories of her life to me from the time she was a little girl. Marjorie had a fantastic memory of the old actors and entertainers and loved to watch the TCM channel, taping the movies for me so I could watch them. One day I found a music box in the trash. When I finally was able to get it to play I called her and played it over the phone to her. Marjorie was able to identify the song to me and sang it to me over the phone. The next time I saw her she had written the lyrics down for me. The paper is still with the music box, where it will be always. I will miss her and always remember her. 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