The World Wide Cemetery

Hal brightened many lives by his presence. He touched not only those whom he knew during his life, but also those who have come to know him in death. His ashes have been shared with those that love him most, a lifelong friend/business partner, Scott, and his sister, Diane. No one has ever loved another more than these two love Hal.

From his memorial: “…and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with the night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”

From his obituary: Hal’s last wish was that all who were touched by his life Commit Random Acts Of Kindness, in his memory.

Thank you Hal for existing in this harsh world as a light being. You have touched so many lives. You will live in death as you did in life—exuberantly and with passion.

You are missed.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept. — Lord Alfred Tennyson

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Impossible Dream

To Dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear the unbearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare not go,

To right the unrightable wrong,
To love pure and chaste from afar,
To try when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star,

This is my quest,
To follow that star-
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far.

To fight for the right
without question or pause,
To be willing to march
Into hell for a heavenly cause.

And I know if I’ll only be true,
To this glorious quest,
That my heart will be peaceful and calm,
When I am laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this,
That one man scorned and covered in scars,
Still strove with his last ounce of courage.
To reach the unreachable star.

To Dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear the unbearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare not go,

To right the unrightable wrong,
To love pure and chaste from afar,
To try when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star,

This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
To be willing to give when there’s no more to give
To be willing to die so that and justice may live.

Ans I know if I’ll only be true,
To this glorious quest,
That my heart will lis peacefully and calm,
When I am laid to rest.

And the world will be better for this,
That one mam scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last ounce or courage,
To reach the unreachable star.

Visitors & Flowers

Name at birth:    Victor Dante Martin 
Date of birth:    22 May  1961 
Place of birth:   San Bernadino, CA, USA 
Date of death:    18  Feb  1997 
Place of death:   Sacramento, CA, USA 
Place of burial:  Cremated---Ashes Scattered at sea-San Clemente, CA, & Hawaii

Submitted by: Edward Wright (poohbear@jps.net)

Hey little Bro, your suffering is over, I thank the lord for that, though I miss you so, that is just selfishness on my part. For I know you are in a much better place… Thanks for keeping your promise, I know you sent me your message, wish I could remember all you said, but in time it will come back when its time.. I hope you were greeted by those who were there before you, I hope you are with mom and that she with you… If not please look for her, she may need Your guidance and support to the light.. miss you so much but I know we all will be together when the time is right.. anyway, love forever, peace be with you my brother, until we meet again.. I will be looking forward to messages in what ever way you can, hugs and more hugs..
Your loving brother, Edward…

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Wanda D. Penrose ✵ 1938-1987 (mother)