Gabor, Eva (1921-1995) Gabor, Jolie ("Mama Jolie") (1890-1997) Gabor, Magda (1917-1997) Three great ladies ... who certainly had an exciting time during their long lives ... For over 50 years, you touched the American people with your wit, talent and sparkling personalities. It's a shame you had to go. So many people miss you down here, but we're sure you're having great fun up there with all the friends you lost. Bubbly Eva ... who entertained millions on stage, film and television, and who helped just as many women feel more beautiful with your wig company, Eva Gabor International. Lovely, ageless Jolie ... who could forget your amazing parties? Everyone who was anyone went to Palm Springs to "live it up" with you. And stunning Magda ... your work on behalf of the Hungarian people during World War II was equalled by your wonderful presence here. With sympathy to Zsa Zsa, who misses you all very much. (Mark Tunnell)

Wafaa Gadallah (neé Ahmed Reyad Zaki) 1 Mar, 1931 - 18 Jun, 1997 To our angel, We remind ourselves of your image only a week before you passed, you were so radiant, so vibrant, like a teenager again. You were always beautiful, inside and out. We comfort ourselves by saying that God was preparing you for Heaven, and this thought somehow subsides the memories of the tragic ending you endured. We're so sorry mom if we caused you any pain, the dr's failed you, and we feel like we failed you too. We love you and cherish you ... and life will never be the same. So we hope that you are happy now wherever you are and hope that the words in this poem are true:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn's rain
I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds circled in flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
I am the flowers that bloom by day
I am the fragrance of new mown hay
I am each blade of grass that grows
I am the rush of melting snow
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die

Hey Baby! Thank you very much for taking me under your wing and treating me like one of your own children. Ever since my father died, that part of my heart has been searching for someone to fill it's now hollow space. Rich, although you did not fill that particular space, my heart grew a whole new space just for you. This new space, now hollow without you, will never be filled by another. You will be missed much more than you will ever know. With all of my love, Tina Marie Kontelas (Another one of your kids that has gotten ugly in a mere 28 years.)

Aunt Carolyn you were taken away so suddenly without any warning, I know you are now a beautiful angel looking down on everyone who loved you. You will never be forgotten you will remain in our hearts forever. You will be missed by everyone who's life you touched. Much Love Always Denise

Michael, you had so much to give to the world, yet you were able to spend so little time here with us. You were so bright and talented, yet you had so little time to use that brilliance and those talents. You were taken the day before turning 34. But there's comfort in knowing that you DID have those 34 years; to study, to travel, to begin practicing your chosen career, to reach out to others with your warmth and compassion. We only hope and pray that you knew how very special you were, and how very much you were, and still are, LOVED.Your friend always,Laura

Dear lovely young Junior, so many things have changed since this bad evening that happenned during the most cold winter I have never had. Your lost is very difficult and all both families won't be never the same. I tried and prayed for helping your precious MOM & DAD. But their lifes without you is not obvious, not at all, believe me. You were such an active member in family, so smiling, laughing for anything and so courageous. You were this kind of guy who loved the whole life; was it too short at your taste
dear JU? In ours, yes, for sure.

To conclude you will be always with us, in our hurt hearts
and may GOD keep you at his side always waiting the day, we will be together again. Bye my angel! Salut mon ange, soleil d'amour que nous aimons de tout coeur! FAB

Irene Gagne Bisson, 86, of 100 Campus Ave., Lewiston died unexpectedly Tuesday May 6, 2003 at her residence.
She was born in St. Ephreme P.Q. on March 10, 1917 the daughter of Joseph and Desneiges (Bolduc) Champagne and had been a resident of this community since 1924.
She was employed as a fancy stitcher in the local shoe industry until her retirement in 1979.
She was a member of Sts. Peter & Paul Church and also a former member of the Parish Council, the french choir which also sang at funeral masses. She belonged to Les Dames de Ste. Anne of Holy Family Parish, a past president of both the Lewiston Senior Citizens and of the Meadowview Residents Association, a member of La Survivance Francaise.
In the Lewiston Bicentennial Play "A New Home" which played in 1995-1996, she played the part of "Madeleine".
Irene and her husband Joseph Bisson were bestowed the C'est Ci Bon Festival Memere & Pepere Award.
Mrs. Bisson was a very selfless and giving person who enjoyed sewing, crafts, crocheting, playing cards, traveling and mostly spending time with her children and their families.
On October 13, 1937 she married Alfred Gagne and who died on December 3, 1982. She then married Joseph J. Bisson on September 14, 1984 and who died on October 5, 1996.
She is survived by two sons Joseph Raymond Gagne and his wife Be, and Roger Gagne and Malika Lemyasser both of Auburn; three daughters Aline Caron and her husband Richard of Rochester, N.H., Yvette LaChapelle and her husband Paul of Lewiston and Rose Rogalla and her husband John of Marseilles, Illinois; one step-son Lionel Bisson of Old Orchard Beach; 22 grandchildren; 25 great grandchildren and one on the way; one great great grandchild; several step grandchildren and great grandchildren; many nieces and nephews.
She was predeceased by one step-son Donald Bisson and by twelve sisters and five brothers.

Born in Edmonton Alberta Canada, made his home in the Slocan Valley, British Columbia. Dave loved people, never judge them by their looks or their creed or their color. Dave loved nature. Dave will be forever missed by his family and numerous friends..

"Buggy"~~ The autumn breeze reminds me Of how you were always there You'd pick me up when I was down And show how much you cared. Your warm & comforting smile....Your laugh.. could be heard throughout the hall. But now I slowly realize; You're no longer near at all. You're untouchable and in spirit no longer my best friend. And painfully I must accept your life came to an end. No one knows the reason why you had to leave. Even though you're in a happy place I feel I'll always grieve; longing for the comfort of the friend I held so dear Never did I realize Your end would be so near. >>>Roberta, thank you for touching all of our lives. Though we were virtually children when you left us; we go through our adulthoods wondering how much we would have to share if you were still here. We Love You dearly. You will never be forgotten. ~

In life, you were better known as Jon King - a porn star. Sadly, you died at the tender age of 32 in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I never agreed with the porn star aspect, but I admit that I did enjoy watching the performances. Sadly, you will be remembered only for this "achievement", and no one will consider the human being that you were. I would rather remember you as the human being, but since I never met you, I don't know how you were as a human being. My only hope is that you have found peace at last. If only your life had taken better directions. God bless you. Mike Wolcott

Alexios Gaitas, of Athens, Greece, died on Friday (June 5, 2009) at his home in Glyfada, Athens, Greece. He was 29. He was born on November 21, 1979 in Glyfada, Athens, Greece. He attended Evangeliki School of Smyrna at New Smyrna Greece graduating in 1997 and attended Middlesex University UK until 2000 and University of Derby Buxton UK graduating in 2007.

He lived and worked in the UK, Athens Greece, Madison Wisconsin USA, Houston Texas USA, and finally Mobile Alabama USA until May 2009. Alexios suffered from epilepsy. During the months of April and May 2009 his health deteriorated while working in Mobile Alabama. He passed away at his home in Athens Greece during a severe epileptic seizure.

Alex was most kind, gentle and giving person. He was very sensitive and brave. Alex will be mourned by all. His compassion and humor will accompany us forever.

He is survived by his parents, Kostantinos and Mayda Gaitas, two brothers, Angelo and Raul, grandmother, Helen, uncle George, and nephews, Arionas, Kostantinos, Achilles-Alexios and Kynthia. For flowers or just to contact the family please email alex.gaitas@gmail.com (we created this email to communicate with his friends).

Gone but not forgotten. If there is one regret it is that he never got to see his grandson. His humour and spirit is sorely missed. Love Mom, Charlie, Sherry and Matthew.

Deeply loved, respected, and missed friend and father. Biggest and most loyal Dallas Cowboy fan. Hardest working man I have ever met. Best role model. This man lived to take care of his kids and wife. Fought bravely through his illness, and decided to move on to a place where he could watch over his family constantly. Dad, thanks for moving on and arranging some help up there with the coming of my first child. I will follow in your footsteps and raise and care for my family as you did, them first and everything else second. I miss you Dad, love Paul.

Our dearest Inang was called by the Lord and is now one of His angels. She is survived by 7 children, 24 grandchildren, 27 great-grandchildren, and 1 great-greatgrandchild. Her entire life was dedicated to loving and caring for her family. We are all her children. She is our Inang. My beloved Inang, I miss you so very much. My heart aches, and yet, I know that you are at peace. I hope and pray that the Blessed Mother cradled you in her arms and told you, "It's alright my child. You can rest and sleep." I know that they had been calling you for a long time, and you did not want to go just yet, but I guess you got tired and you wanted to rest. Magpahinga ka na Inang. Iniisip ka namin lagi and pinagdarasal namin ang iyong kaluluwa. Mahal na mahal kita Inang. I love you very muts, muts, muts. Please watch over us and keep us safe. I know that you will have front row seats at the wedding. I miss you very very much. Please say hello to Tatang, Kakang, Ima, Lola Elena, Lolo Sencio, Lola Charing, Kuya Toto, Ate Estella, Lolo, Tita Birhenia, Lola Trining, Padre Pio, and Mother Teresa for me. Nagmamahal mong apo, Millette

Dearest Dina,
How we miss you!!! Not to ever see your beautiful face and shining bright blue eyes...not to hear your voice.
Keep on dancing with the angels!!
Loving and missing you always and forever......
Til we meet again,
All our love and kisses - Mommy and Anthony

You were beautiful inside and out. You assisted the homeless and had a hear t for anyone in trouble. I miss you so much and think of our love all the time. You were an angel here on earth with a strong Spirit of mercy. No wonder your wings are shining now in the high heavenly places. I love you.

If we knit and weave and make the pattern of a perfect family then I think I'll make mine. I love them lots.

My Father O our father there's no other that can lead us to a place where you haven't been you can direct and you can show us and you can lead us and we will follow we will meet you at every turn but we will not stop until we conquer love.

The following is my memorial address to the congregation at Joan's funeral service, which began with the music, Its a Kind of Magic by Queen. Denis Gale. It's a kind of magic. Joan has her own kind of magic. It has me spellbound still. I'm going to try to say a little of what that magic is. If I stumble, I know she will forgive me and Rod will help me out. Joan is beautiful. I often told her how "beautiful" she was to me. This referred to so many things about her inner beauty as a person as well as how she looked. That word has been constantly with me these past few days. This is already, probably, our longest separation since 1973 and 1974. I was on my social work course in North Wales and she was working in Lancashire. We both wrote frequently to each other. She kept all those love letters. I have been reflecting on that separation and read again our letters to each other. I often included poems. I have taken some extracts from these, which mean as much to me now as they did then. Joan is beautiful. I found capturing her beauty in words difficult: From a letter of 5th November 1973; the words of Spike Milligan: If I could write words Like leaves on an Autumn forest floor What a bonfire my letters would make. If I could speak words of water You would drown when I said 'I love you' Joan is beautiful. Part of her beauty was her spontaneity and directness of feeling, which I found irresistible. From a letter of 8th October 1973: "Waiting" by Yevgeny Yevtushenko My love will come Will fling open her arms and fold me in them, Will understand by fears, observe my changes. In from the pouring dark, from the pitch night Without stopping to bang the car door She'll run upstairs through the decaying porch Burning with love and love's happiness, She'll run upstairs, she won't knock, Will take my head in her hands, And when she drops her overcoat on a chair It will slide to the floor in a blue heap. I knew later that Joan intuitively understood my fears and observed my changes better than I did myself. But it took me a long time to appreciate that fact, as over the years as she continued to take my head in her hands both literally and metaphorically. Selflessly, she guided me through life with a natural intuitive wisdom. Her love for me is totally unconditional. Joan is beautiful. She was passionate, attractive, sexy, intensely physical, affectionate, gentle and kind. She laughed and giggled a lot - mimicking her giggle until she was laughing uncontrollably was a wonderful tonic for me. She was also pretty bossy but of course she told me not to say that. She radiated warmth and lit up my life: From a letter of 4th August 1974: "Colours" by Yevgeny Yevtushenko When your face Appeared over my crumpled life At first I understood Only the poverty of what I have. Then it's particular light On woods, on rivers, on the sea, Became my beginning in the coloured world In which I had not yet had my beginning. I am so frightened, I am so frightened, Of the unexpected sunrise finishing, Of revelations And tears and the excitement finishing. I don't fight it, my love is this fear, I nourish it who can nourish nothing, Love's slipshod watchman. Fear hems me in. I am conscious that these minutes are short And that the colours in my eyes will vanish When your face sets." Joan is beautiful. In some ways she was very private - she put me first and herself second and I did not appreciate her unspoken needs. She thrived on affection but sometimes did not demand her just rewards. She was too conscious of my opinions. Contrary to appearances, she often lacked confidence and worked hard at asserting her needs, her successes and gaining rightful recognition. Despite that, she was my foundation. She disliked conflict, competitiveness and unfairness. She had a simple faith in the triumph of good over evil. In general, she feared illness and the whole paraphernalia of health care; and suffered because of it. The last 18 months have been her worst nightmare. Despite this and the gruesome unfairness of it all, almost to the end, she took care of me and the children before herself and bore the indignities with courage, good grace and a remarkable lack of bitterness. She never wished to waste time on redundant emotions. Joan is beautiful. She often found compliments difficult to receive and got flustered and embarrassed by them, responding with a shy surprised smile. But simple ones were very important to her. My Lancashire lass. At 7:15 on Monday evening, when she was slipping peacefully away, and I was holding her hand and said for the millionth time "you are beautiful", she opened her eyes briefly, smiled indulgently and said "give over", like the beautiful but shy Lancashire lass she was.

This is a memorial for my friend Chris, who died in a car accident. It was very sudden and unexpected. She was a wonderful friend whom I miss a great deal. Chris's friendship really helped me a great deal during a very difficult time in my life. I'm not sure what would have happened to me if she hadn't been there. I wasn't able to attend her funeral, because I live so far away from home now. It has made it very difficult to truely believe she is gone sometimes. There are so many things I never got to tell her and things I never had a chance to express. I miss you, Chris. I will never forget you.

A loving mother of three, and a skilled, patient caregiver

Time has past somewhat now but your memory never goes far from my heart dear Mother, we all still miss you and the boys still ask after you, sadly gone but never forgotten.
All our love your son Roy, wife Gillian and your loving grandchildren Adam, Aaron, Jason and little wills.

My mom who kicked butt and took names, even though she knew the game was rigged. Died with Pink Floyd tix. As she would say herself: fer crissakes, get over it!

He had a profound influence on me as a guitarist, As he had with many others, I will miss him, But, the music and the philosophy of "Be Real" will live on forever... A finer man would be hard to find, Rest in Peace my friend...

We will always remember Tom for his wit, his kindness and his generosity. Loving husband, devoted father, friend to many. He was taken from us at a very young age because a fool decided to get drunk, and he ran Tom off the road.

May God rest his soul and may he find as much happiness in Heaven as he did here on earth.

We love you Tom and will never forget you!

With all our love,

Carolyn and Susan

I'll never forget it they called me to the office and told me you were gone. Nothin could hold back the tears not even a loving shoulder. You were a great cousin that I hated when you beat me up but now I think of you beating me up and I really miss it. It really is hard to beleive you are gone I hope i wake up someday from this terrible nightmare and relize that it aint true. You had a long life ahead of you with your wedding and josh's it would have been great. I dont know why god chose you cause you were loved so much and Nobody will ever forget you. I think back to the day the told me and i still cant hold back the tears. Remebering the old days when we would play football in the backyard and it would always be "Jeffery Galle for the bears scores" I will always love and miss you Jeff.
Your cuz Joey

Jeff was my cousin, along with being a brother type to me. He was a very good friend to me. He always kept me out of trouble and made sure no one messed with me. He loved his family and friends. He especially loved his dog Petey. Growing up Jeff always found a way to make me smile and laugh. He also found a way to pick on me, but that is a brother's job right? He was taking from us suddenly, but I will never forget him or all of the kind things he did for me. One sweet day we will be reunited with him and be back in the "danger zone." Just one last thing Jeffy, sorry about Euchre, but face it we would of won anyway. Love you always and forever. Always in my heart and thoughts. Nikkie

As cousins and best friends, we had our share of ups and downs. We got angry at each other but we were always friends afterwards. We grew up together, laughed together, and we cried together too. Life without you will never be complete. Right when everything was falling in line: the marriage, me getting my life back under control, and your father going to retire here and a few months; you left us on a terrible, cold winter's morning. "If tears could build a staircase, and memories a lane, I'd walk up to heaven and bring you home again." You will forever be missed, and never be forgotten. We all love you and we'll wait until the day that we can join you in the kingdom of heaven.

I'll never forget the day when they told me you were gone. I couldn't breathe, and the tears didn't stop. I wanted nothing more than to wake up the next morning and have God say, "I made a mistake. Jeff was too special to take from you." That's when I realized why He had taken you. You were such a special person that God couldn't stand to be apart from you any longer. Now you're sitting next to him, waiting for the day when we will all join you. Right now, you're probably striking a bargain with Him to have the Bears at least go to the superbowl. A friend once told me that broken hearts heal; but what about the shattered ones? For my was heart was shattered with the blow of the news of your death. Slowly, the pieces have begun to be put back together, but once my heart is whole again, it will never be the same. My life will never be the same. My friends offered me their condolences for the loss of my cousin. I lost more than a cousin. I lost a brother and a friend, but not forever. I will see you again one day. Untill then, look out for me the way you did before. I'll miss you. Love ya always and forever, Jenny.

She was truly and angel from heaven,Petite with soft brown curly hair and the innocent brown eyes that filled up with every memory she could possibably take in.She had the sweetest little giggle(when you got to hear it) she was often shy until she got to know you well. She had the voice of an angel,to listen to her talk was like the most refreshing sound you could ever hear.She was all little girl,with dolls and playsets.She touched each life that she came in contact with,that's why it was so hard to see her pass. The day she was to spend the day with me (her auntie Brenda) to go swimming and play with her cousins, Melissa, Tiffany, and kristin, she wasn't too interested in her cousin Antman(he made her laugh to much) She was hit by a car as she was crossing the street by her home along with two other children,Crystal got the worst end of the accident. She was rushed by local fire department(Bellflower station) to a local hospital so that she could be stablized.Instead she was lifted by lifeflight to another hospital(long beach Mem) After a few hours,she was on life support pending the results of the neurologist.She was later pronounced Brain dead. He mom and dad did the unshelfish thing and donated her organs so that others would have a chance at life,now hers was taken. We celebrated crystal's life on her 6th Birthday which was June 27,1993 at her favorite park(Shoreline Village park). She was creamated and ashes spread to the sea(she loved the water) and her mom couldn't put her in the ground,because Crystal was afraid of bugs. Her mommy had a plaque put into a memorial garden in Hesperia Ca,so she had a place to visit. This little girl was loved by so many and missed by even more.
May she save us a place in heaven.

Truly a great father of 10 children,a very dedicated worker that wasn't afraid to put in the extra hours to help out the company.He was a union man,translator,union stewart, and on his free time,a surf fisherman that love the Balsa Chica Beach in California. He was a man of many words but all from the heart and something to learn from.He left his family too earily as a result of bone cancer he had 5 children under the age of twenty,he left behind. But we haven't forgotten the love he gave us in our short time of having him as a loving father.Age made no difference on him being my dad,thats why I say he was too young to go.he was able to keep up with the best of them. May he always watch over us and keep an eye on mom and (OLD RED).
love you always daddy!!!
your little girl!

Hello My Pedro. It's been over a month now, since our earthly good-bye. A month in which I found it hard to think of you, almost as hard as it was to not think of you. But all that changed, quickly & quietly. I now know you are safe. To express my thanks to you for all the laughter, the love, the memories that wrap themselves around my heart like fine silk lace...would be impossible. And I doubt you would want me to. You gave of your love and friendship openly, not asking for rewards or thanks of any kind. I am grateful that our paths crossed so many years ago. That our memories merged though out our life times; that a part of you will always be in me, and that a part of me left with you. Little children, teenagers, adults, the many seasons of our lives blended themselves into a soft sigh that I hold close to my heart and nurture deep within my soul. There will never be a time that Linna and I laugh, cry or share the joys of our past when you, our brother, will not be with us. Forever a part of our past, our present, and our future. For we will meet again, of this I am certain. Therefore you live my Pedro, and you must surely know that you were, and are loved. Sis-co

So many tears, so many memories, so many smiles. Gone but not forgotten. John was truly THE GOLDEN BOY!!! He blessed us all with comfort,excitement,smiles, repetetive singing, dancing, and over all ROLLING!!!! John, I never realized how strong you are. Looking back, especially at the times you were in the hospital....WOW!!! Never complained only entertained. You took care of all of us. Your as much a part of my life today, like back in the days. You are my Sunshine, my Rain, my Sky, my Star, my LOVE! Thank you for every moment. Can't wait..Miss you SO MUCH.

Nan The best nan in the world! May God be with you , you are my angel in heaven! I will always look up to you and ask you for guidence - you are my guardian angel , always there when i call. I love you with all my heart and i hope i make you proud . You wanted me to be the best ...... I assure you nan, i am the best there ever is!!!!! I look forward till we meet again! Love you soooooo much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

His Leaf Does Not Wither psalm 1:3 in loving memery of a dear husband, father and friend. "When I must Leave You" When i must leave you for a little while, Please do not grieve and shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you through the years; But start out bravely with a gallant smiles; And for my sake and in my name Live on and do all things the same; Feed not your lonliness on empty days But fill each waking hour in useful ways, Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer And i in turn will comfort you and hold you near; And never, never be afraid to die, for i am waiting for you on the other side!

Uncle Frankie,
Frankie Gallo of Canonsburg left 5 brothers and sisters and a loving home. We miss and love you so very much. You are our angels. and I hope you get our prayers we love you so very much.

love always,
your family

That this text might in some way make known the breadth and depth of our love for you, our only child and first-born son.

El amor dura siempre. (I Cor 13,8) Nada te puede separar de nosotros. Te queremos.

god takes the ones he has a purpose for...

Simon Galvin was a friend to many and almost my adopted brother. Simon died last summer having fought bravely against HIV so cruely inflicted by treatment as a haemophiliac. I lost that summer morning the innocence of youth. I lost a part of my life that will never return. I lose the power of comprehension that sometimes there is someone watching over us. I look forward to the day that I can be with you again old chum and I rest assured that I was your friend, your confidente and I am so proud of you you wouldn't believe. Sleep tight old buddy. Richard

JOHN C. GAMBLE, 72, of Harrison, Michigan passed away suddenly on Tuesday, May 14, 1996, at the Mid-Michigan Regional Medical Center in Clare, Michigan. John was born January 8, 1924, in Port Huron, Michigan, the son of John C. and Agnes (Bearden) Gamble. Mr. Gamble has resided in the Harrison area since 1971, moving from Flint, Michigan. He retired from GMC, Fisher Body, Grand Blanc, in 1974 after ten years of employment. John was a veteran of WWII, serving in the US Army. He was a life member of the American Legion Post 404 and the Clare County 40 et 8, Voiture 767. John C. Gamble was united in marriage to Geneva E. Hearn September 4, 1947, in Bowling Green, Ohio.Surviving are his wife, Geneva, of Harrison, two sons, Frederick Thomas and wife, Joan of Gladwin and John Jr. of Harrison, six daughters, Carolyn Horton of Linden, Bonnie Pearce of Corunna, Mary Jo Trumbley of Flint, Cheryl Jinks of Clio, Sue Burgess and husband William of Flint and Pamela VanValkenburg of Harrison, 23 grandchildren, 16 great-grandchildren, two brothers, Henry Gamble and wife Vera of Port Huron and Leo Gamble and wife Betty of Port Richey, Florida, and two sisters, Edith Kuhen of Port Huron and June McPherson and husband William of Harrison. Mr. Gamble was preceded in death by his parents, a son, Robert, a brother Francis and a sister Gertrude.Funeral services were held Friday, May 17, 1996 at 12:00 pm from Stocking Funeral Home, Harrison, Michigan, with Elder Dale Beavers officiating. Interment was in Pleasant Plains (Hayes Township) Cemetery, Harrison, Michigan. Military honors were conducted by the Harrison American Legion Post 408 and the Clare County 40 et 8 Voiture 767.Grandpa, you can't possibly know how much you are missed. We all love you so much and are extremely saddened by our loss of you in our lives. We love you, eternally.Love, Lori

the hour of my depature's come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
at last, o lord! let trouble cease.
and let thy servant die in peace.

the race appointed I have run;
the combat's o'er, the prize is won;
and now my witness is on high,
and now my records in the sky

not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
and through my saviour's blood alone
I look for mercy at thy throne.

I leave the world without a tear,
save for the friends I hold so dear;
to heal there sorrows, lord descend,
and to the friendless prove a friend.

I come, I come, at thy command,
I give my spirt to thy hand;
stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
and shield me in the last alarms,

the hour of my departure's come;
I hear the voice that calls me home:
now, o my god! let trouble cease;
now let thy servant die in peace

or maria.

from jim and family
and all who's live's you touched.

In memory of a dear friend Michelle . A girl who tried her best to please others and never asked for anything in return.She will always be in my heart. Her best friend Sassy

He was a good fellow to us. God shall give him peace.

Dad it seems like yesterday you were called home. Now we are grandfathers and we wish you could have seen those that carry on the name and honor of the family.You would be proud. We still miss you so very much.With all our love. Your boys

A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall.

One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide --
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side.

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted -- the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care.

" Day is done, gone the sun from the lakes, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest. God is nigh.
Fading light, dims the sight, and a star, gems the sky, gleaming bright from afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.
Thanks and praise, for our days, neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky, as we go, this we know, God is nigh. "

" If the Army and the Navy ever look on Heaven's scenes they will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines "

If what is said in the Marine's Hymn is true, I know that the angels are safe in your hands. I love you!

Amanda

My sister Amanda Elizabeth Gapinski left us to enter heaven on September 26, 1999...just 8 months shy of her 21st birthday. Also lost in the accident were her friends Devin Parks, Brooke Robinson, and Bob Anderson.

Amanda was definitely a free spirit...as I am sure you will see if you visit her website. Amanda was always very vocal about what she liked and especially about what she did not like. She was passionate about working with "her seniors" and she loved having fun and being the center of attention.

One card sent by a friend had a touching thought to ponder..."A life so young released to heaven...Left on Earth, we wonder 'Why?' But some are sent among us briefly...Some have spirits meant to fly."

It is still amazing to me how many people remember her for her passion for life. Those memories are the ones I will always hold dear. I miss her every day and missed her most of all on my wedding day, where she was our honorary maid of honor. When the priest forgot to have us exchange rings, we knew our guardian angel was playing a little trick to remind us she was with us.

She will never be forgotten!!
Her big sister Tracy

With eternal love for my mother: I'll never be able to fill the loss in my soul. You're laughter and happiness is for now gone but will not be forgotten. You're love will go onward with Christina and Kaitlin. May Jehovah remember your name in the memorial tomb. For the day of you return I must wait. With my tears and joy we will be reunited. Patience will have to sustain me until then. Love you, Alison.

Desiree was one of those fun loving girls that was always messing around. I miss her very much. She was one of twins. SHe was a good friend and an even better sister to Crystal. I will never forget her.

Though cancer claimed her when she was young. I will never Forget her...

Her memory lives on

To my Beloved Mother
Mom you always made me feel so special being your only son. I could see the joy in your eyes at the achievements and sorrow in your soul during brief time we had together in this thing we call life. I see how much sorrow and loss Dad, my two sisters, and my wife have felt at your passing We shared a special bond that I can’t explain and was proved again and again, but I knew you where gone while driving to the hospital. A feeling of peace helped me face the family’s grief. You taught me that as I watched you during your life. To be strong and help those around you, then have your own time of grief once everyone was taken care of in our family. The doctors could not figure out why you where not able to eat without becoming sick, but God did. I asked why many times but those questions are not to be answered, at least now. You suffered for three years as I saw you becoming weaker and weaker. But your smile and your resolve to carry on made me know what great character you had. I was able to see you a couple of months before you where gone and will cherish those moments. We sure had a good time and your wit I will try to imitate for the rest of my life. As the rain fell up in Arroyo Seco in December 2001 I could see why you wanted to be there surrounded by life and the heavens. As we looked up at the stars at night when it was clear I saw the awe in your soul and you where happy. I miss you Mom but I know you do not have to suffer any more. I’m glad you wanted to go home and now you are and for this I am grateful.
Your loving Son, Joe Jr.

You were so deeply loved by all that knew you. I will always love you and hold you close to my heart. I miss you. Love, Carolyn

A rock n roll legend died this morning. His music lives on.

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