Michael P Harold Relation to Deceased: Nephew My Uncle Dick moved from Rochester to New York City in 1960, the year I was born. I never took that personally ; -). We kept in touch through cards and letters, occasional phone calls, and more recently the internet. He was always kind and sincere. We rarely let a holiday go by without exchanging cards. He was much better at getting cards out than I ever was. That continued until a few weeks before he died. My dad and I were very fortunate to see my Uncle a few days before he died. The doctors thought he had another six months, so we didn’t realize we were saying goodbye to him for the last time. There was probably a lot of things I would have liked to say to my Uncle Dick, but he knew that I loved him and I know that he loved me. I think he led a great life, so the memories that I have of him will keep him alive in me forever. He will be missed by many of us who loved him. So now that his suffering is over, may he rest peacfully. 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
Dawn Marie Annunziata Relation to Deceased: Niece My Uncle Dick was very special to me. We e-mailed each other on a daily basis and I often sent him boxes of goodies and always Christmas gifts. I couldn’t wait for his e-mail after he opened those gifts to see what he liked. He always seemed to like EVERYTHING. When he was in better health, he used to come for holidays and always looked forward to my pies at Thanksgiving. When I would e-mail him my menu, he would long to come back to his home town for some pie. I will love and miss him forever. Dawn Marie
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Michael P Harold Relation to Deceased: Nephew My Uncle Dick moved from Rochester to New York City in 1960, the year I was born. I never took that personally ; -). We kept in touch through cards and letters, occasional phone calls, and more recently the internet. He was always kind and sincere. We rarely let a holiday go by without exchanging cards. He was much better at getting cards out than I ever was. That continued until a few weeks before he died. My dad and I were very fortunate to see my Uncle a few days before he died. The doctors thought he had another six months, so we didn’t realize we were saying goodbye to him for the last time. There was probably a lot of things I would have liked to say to my Uncle Dick, but he knew that I loved him and I know that he loved me. I think he led a great life, so the memories that I have of him will keep him alive in me forever. He will be missed by many of us who loved him. So now that his suffering is over, may he rest peacfully. 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
Dawn Marie Annunziata Relation to Deceased: Niece My Uncle Dick was very special to me. We e-mailed each other on a daily basis and I often sent him boxes of goodies and always Christmas gifts. I couldn’t wait for his e-mail after he opened those gifts to see what he liked. He always seemed to like EVERYTHING. When he was in better health, he used to come for holidays and always looked forward to my pies at Thanksgiving. When I would e-mail him my menu, he would long to come back to his home town for some pie. I will love and miss him forever. Dawn Marie