Llinda Zicari Ronzo Relation to Deceased: Neice I always remember my Uncle Sy way back around thehhHolidays he would come to see us he always left us a half dollar. He was always smiling.My condolences again go out to Aunt Lucille and Bruce,Craig & Gail. I know he will be missed by all of you. I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
George S Petsos Relation to Deceased: Friend of family Our deepest sympathy for the passing of your father and grandfather. George and Wendy Petsos & family. 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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Llinda Zicari Ronzo Relation to Deceased: Neice I always remember my Uncle Sy way back around thehhHolidays he would come to see us he always left us a half dollar. He was always smiling.My condolences again go out to Aunt Lucille and Bruce,Craig & Gail. I know he will be missed by all of you. I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
George S Petsos Relation to Deceased: Friend of family Our deepest sympathy for the passing of your father and grandfather. George and Wendy Petsos & family. 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