NO PESA LO VIVIDO SINO LA ESTUPIDEZ

Well, it's the 18th of August 1997. The boys got together tonight to 'plan' this year's moose hunt. Basically we set out the meal plan. Looks like too much food again. Your absence was noticed, it was thick in the air, but no one tried to lead the conversation into that direction. For me, I could not help but remember that this year's hunt was one of the last things we spoke about. The next morning we got word you were in the hospital. Sorry I was late. By twenty minutes. Your oldest brother-in-law informed me that 'Charlie died twenty minutes ago'. I can't begin to explain how those words hit me. I just looked at him, trying to keep my chest from caving in. I'm still trying. Your two daughters were over at my parent's place tonight too. They were playing with my brother's daughter and my daughter. Every time I see them I have to fight back or hide the tears. I hope with time I can help your wife make sure they never forget you. It might be a little while yet. It's funny though, every time I'm at my parent's place I still expect you to come walking around the corner of your place. That will never happen again. I guess that's just me trying to come to grips with your death. Why you were taken from us in what was supposed to be the prime of your life is a question that will never be answered. But, I can tell you that you touched a lot of people in your 42, almost 43 years. You got your two best friends married, not a small feat by any stretch of the imagination. I still kick myself because I did not thank you for introducing me to my wife almost 7 years ago. For what it's worth now - Thanks, bud. Well, I'm going to close off now. I hope that any of your friends who happen upon this page put in a word or two. I hope you like the picture I supplied - the one with the finger wasn't appropriate. This picture, I think, is how everyone remembers you. See Charlie, you did finally get on the web. I'm going to miss you buddy, but I will never forget you. 'Til we meet again... Tony

"Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out." -- Chekhov

Dear Grandma, Even though it has been ten years, my love still shines, through my tears. As I grow day by day "you look more like you Grandma" is what people say. The talents I have, come from you, art is all I do. Three months I graduate I wish you were here, for I know that I'm the first in our family to graduate for years. I want you to know I love you a lot I know you are my angel, the only one I've got. Love always, your Granddaughter, Heather

Mom,

You left me six and a half years ago and I miss you so much. I love you and always will remember you.

Love your Daughter
Maliya

You are gone, but still in my mind and my life. We passed terribly life together, I will never forget you. My beloved - I salute You!
Thanks to you Lesya, for the life and taking care of me. Forgive me I could not save you, please...
Thank you for your love, You was the reason for me to live!

Had I ever met you, I know you would have touched my heart. Of the stories I have heard, you were a kind and caring man. We keep the picture of your farm, hanging on our wall. Someday...I will meet you.
Your Great-Grandson,
Michael William Kern

Gilbert Gumieny also known as "Grandpa or Gilly" was a great grandfather to all of his 16 grandchildren and two great grandchildren. He was married to his wife Dorothy Gumieny for 50 years on May 4th of 1995. His family is always thinking of him and we will never forget him. We will all meet again and until then let him rest in peace. Love you always, Your grandaughter Jessica Gumieny

Gilbert Gumieny also known as "Grandpa or Gilly" was a great grandfather to all of his 16 grandchildren and two great grandchildren. He was married to his wife Dorothy Gumieny for 50 years on May 4th of 1995. He had sons named James, Dennis, Ed, Douglas, and daughters named Carol Sue, and Susan. We think of him constantly and we love him dearly. We will meet again and until then let him rest in peace Love you always, Your grandaughter Jessica Gumieny

A man that I will never forget. He raised me the only way he knew how. Which formed an unusual personality. I am proud to say he is my father.

Julia was snatched from us a few short minutes before she was born. We will always love and miss this precious little butterfly that floated in and out of our lives so quickly. She was beautiful, spunky, and so very, very wanted. ^i^ Mourn not too long that she is gone, but rejoice forever that she was. ^i^

The truth of your MURDER as a Canadian United Nations Peacekeeper in Bosnia is now known. You can now rest in peace our son.

Daniel Gunther, Canadian Peacekeeper, Corporal in the Royal 22nd Regiment, "The Van Doos" murdered by an anti tank rocket, deliberately, on 18 Jun 1993 while serving on Humanitarian peacekeeping in Buci, Bosnia - Former Yugoslavia. Lovingly remembered by his family, Wife Marie Josee, son Alexandre, and Mother and father Peter and Dominique Gunther, of Brossard, Quebec. "Je Me Souviens"

ACROSONNET
To the memory of my deargrandmother

S alvation, come! Where are you in the sky,
O bedient, silent, in the sadness color?
P acific time, I see your golden eye,
H abitual warmth becoming never smaller.
I gnited candles, play your native role:
A bandon grief and honor kindness only!
G randmother, even stones, when helping, roll,
U biquitous, with fate attracting strongly!
R emember, dear, my feeling has your root…
E ternity, be blue for her and heartily!
V enetian isles, you see her wisdom’s route
I lluminating people working hardly.
C reator, Lord! I ask you and believe:
H er lofty soul, her hope will ever live!

Ph.D. & Dr.Sc. Leo Himmelsohn

David

There are no words that I can say to bring you back;
No words that will comfort your little brother and sisters.

I know if they could see you again, they would only ask you why...

Whatever you were thinking that night, whatever was going through your mind, it cannot be altered now.

But that doesn't make it any easier..

As time goes by, your face fades from my memory; but the memory of you always evokes the word "friend". We all miss you..

Rest Well

A friend from high school

It's been 3 years since you passed away
it was time to go but you wanted to stay
grief was real, no eye was dry
as we asked the question, why?
We knew that God had called you to go.
Your time here was ending, though we wanted you so.
We released, and you took flight with the angels above
and our hearts, though heavy, will always remember your love.

We love you, Papi.

Love, Lillian & Tim
Laura, Cecily, Michael and Christopher Newman

People remember your smile that could light the darkest room up and caused your big brown eyes to sparkle. Your beautiful red hair and your clutziness, is what made you Pam. You will never be forgotten. We all love you and miss you.

This memorial is dedicated to my mother - Janice Elizabeth Guy (nee. Weston)
Smiles can hide the sadness, tears can be wiped away, but the heartache of losing you, will never go away.
I was 11 years old when you were taken away from me, you had battled against Renal failure since i was 3 years old. You had to travel every other day to a hospital over an hour away just to stay alive, spend hours on a renal machine ur arms and neck swollen and bruised by the needles that were prodded into you, yet you never complained. You truley were an amazing woman, someone i look up to, and i know that a part of you lives on inside me and now in my two daughters Elle and Madison, just like a part of you will be carried on inside there children and there childrens children.... Inside us mum u will live forever. I am now holding on to the fact that we WILL meet again, that i will feel ur arms wrapped tightly around me, and i can look into those wonderful shining eyes of yours again and feel your soft lips kiss my forehead, then i will know, i have you back mum and we will be together forever -
Loving and Missing you Always, Until we meet again
Your Everloving Daughter
Jennifer x x x x

You are missed more than words can say. Time has made it a little easier but there is a void that will never be filled. May God Bless you Mom and have mercy on my soul so that someday we will see each other again.You were always a better mother than I was a daughter.I love you!!!Roberta

Guzman died at the young age of 64. He suffered from severe liver disease which claimed his life after a short one week of being ill. He is survived by his wife, Lydia Escobar, his sons, Hernando and Leonardo, his daughters-in-law, Dulce and Marl, and grandchildren, SAM and RICKY. Most of his life, he lived in Manila, Philippines. He is a C.P.A. and managed one of the big U.S.-based McGaw Baxter Corporation, he also worked with the U.S. Embassy prior to his stint with McGaw. He was a very honest and hardworking man, and he was a model family man and a great father. He was strict, like his father, Primo, but he was always fair. He will always be remembered as a good friend to many, many people. One of his closest friends, Dr. George Spencer (they worked together under the AID-PACD program by the U.S. Embassy) passed away last December 15, 1994. Herminio until the time of his death, didn't hear of George's death ... at this time, they are probably together, reminiscing the good old times. Herminio is the "Best Father in the World" according to his sons, Hernando and Leonardo ... he was their Lion King ! He is well loved by his wife, his family and his friends. He was a good man and a respectable Christian. May God bless his soul and may he rest in peace. "WE LOVE YOU, TATAY !!!" said his children in a chorus.