Suzanne Fava Relation to Deceased: Granddaughter Gram your spirit is always with me. I celebrate the wonderful woman who showed me how to love unconditionally. I love you. Suzie 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
Staff from Adult Day Services at Park Ridge Our hearts go out to all Mary’s family at this time of loss. We enjoyed the time she spent with us at our program. Mary brought a lively energy and sense of humor (not to mention a TREMENDOUS love of Bingo!) to our program. No one can replace her, and we miss her. Mary’s family meant the world to her. We know she loved you and was proud of you. We wish you comfort and peace. 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
Robert S. Lombino Relation to Deceased: Friend of daughters Dear Maggie and Teri, My sincere sympathy in the passing of your mother. I am unable to pay my respects in person as I am priciple caregiver for my mother. My prayers and thoughts are with you. Respectfully Bob Lombino Safely Home I am home in Heaven dear ones: Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed I am now at peace forever, safely home in Heaven at last. Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still; try to look beyond earth shadows, Pray to trust our Father’s will There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand: do it now, while life remaineth you shall rest in Jesus’ land When that work is all completed, He will gently call you Home; oh the rapture of that meeting, oh the joy to see you come!
Magdalena H DiNapoli Relation to Deceased: Daughter My mother was the making of me. There never was a woman like her. She was gentle as a dove and brave as a lioness…The memory of my mother and her teachings were,after all,the only capital I had to start my life with,and on that capital I have made my way. My mother had a slender,and a small body,but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody`s joy found welcome in it,and hospitable accommodations. There is no substitute for a mother. I am a mother myself,so why did it take me all these years to understand that mothers aren`t perfect? Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos,and threes,by dozens, and hundreds, Plenty of roses,stars,sunsets,rainbows,brothers,sisters,aunts,uncles and cousins,comrades and friends–but only one mother in the world. I have to thank- you. It is to you my mother…the bravest and strongest person I have ever known, I`d climb the stairs to heaven and carry her back again into my arms if I could. But she is soaring,those wings belonging to someone fit for a mom,my angel. I miss thee,my MOTHER! Thy image is still the deepest impressed on my heart. Till we meet again. Love,your daughter,Magdalena Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one’s gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, far as long as there is memory, they’ll live on in the heart.
Dawn Villella 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
Suzanne Fava Relation to Deceased: Granddaughter Gram your spirit is always with me. I celebrate the wonderful woman who showed me how to love unconditionally. I love you. Suzie 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
Staff from Adult Day Services at Park Ridge Our hearts go out to all Mary’s family at this time of loss. We enjoyed the time she spent with us at our program. Mary brought a lively energy and sense of humor (not to mention a TREMENDOUS love of Bingo!) to our program. No one can replace her, and we miss her. Mary’s family meant the world to her. We know she loved you and was proud of you. We wish you comfort and peace. 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
Robert S. Lombino Relation to Deceased: Friend of daughters Dear Maggie and Teri, My sincere sympathy in the passing of your mother. I am unable to pay my respects in person as I am priciple caregiver for my mother. My prayers and thoughts are with you. Respectfully Bob Lombino Safely Home I am home in Heaven dear ones: Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty in this everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed I am now at peace forever, safely home in Heaven at last. Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still; try to look beyond earth shadows, Pray to trust our Father’s will There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand: do it now, while life remaineth you shall rest in Jesus’ land When that work is all completed, He will gently call you Home; oh the rapture of that meeting, oh the joy to see you come!
Magdalena H DiNapoli Relation to Deceased: Daughter My mother was the making of me. There never was a woman like her. She was gentle as a dove and brave as a lioness…The memory of my mother and her teachings were,after all,the only capital I had to start my life with,and on that capital I have made my way. My mother had a slender,and a small body,but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody`s joy found welcome in it,and hospitable accommodations. There is no substitute for a mother. I am a mother myself,so why did it take me all these years to understand that mothers aren`t perfect? Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos,and threes,by dozens, and hundreds, Plenty of roses,stars,sunsets,rainbows,brothers,sisters,aunts,uncles and cousins,comrades and friends–but only one mother in the world. I have to thank- you. It is to you my mother…the bravest and strongest person I have ever known, I`d climb the stairs to heaven and carry her back again into my arms if I could. But she is soaring,those wings belonging to someone fit for a mom,my angel. I miss thee,my MOTHER! Thy image is still the deepest impressed on my heart. Till we meet again. Love,your daughter,Magdalena Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one’s gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, far as long as there is memory, they’ll live on in the heart.
Dawn Villella 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