Elizabeth Dalberth I have very fond memories of Uncle Vince at family gatherings while I was growing up. He always enjoyed talking 9sometimes lecturing!) to the children. He was an important influence on all of us during our teenage years and I will miss him dearly. 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

Bea Schantz Relation to Deceased: Friend and neighbor I am in Atlanta at this time and unable to attend his service but want to tell you what a wonderful neighbor and friend Vince was to our family.We had many life stories told at our neighborhood cocktail parties from high school to the present. He will be sadly missed. Bea 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