ROMEO P DELUCIA Relation to Deceased: FRIEND OF FAMILY SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL OF YOU , I REMEMBER HIM AS A VERY GOOD GUY. 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.
Raeann R Mattice Relation to Deceased: Daughter My father was a great person even though i did not see him much. The last time i spent time with him he ordered pizza and wings and when he was done eating he got on his little red scooter. Me and my brother Aj looked at him and told him that we need to pimp it out for him so when he goes to pick up a female he would have a nice ride. My father was a funny person to be around. I love you dad. 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
Carol A Turnbull Relation to Deceased: Friend of his children Kids I am really sorry about your father..if you need me I’m here 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
ROMEO P DELUCIA Relation to Deceased: FRIEND OF FAMILY SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL OF YOU , I REMEMBER HIM AS A VERY GOOD GUY. 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.
Raeann R Mattice Relation to Deceased: Daughter My father was a great person even though i did not see him much. The last time i spent time with him he ordered pizza and wings and when he was done eating he got on his little red scooter. Me and my brother Aj looked at him and told him that we need to pimp it out for him so when he goes to pick up a female he would have a nice ride. My father was a funny person to be around. I love you dad. 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
Carol A Turnbull Relation to Deceased: Friend of his children Kids I am really sorry about your father..if you need me I’m here 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