Janet Mickelson (cluster.user@nd.edu)
Wed, 24 Apr 1996
There are no flowers to compare with those you’re enjoying in the garden of renewed life! My sympathies to those who loved Gerald Paige.
Larry or Linda Walton (rodina91@ix.netcom.com)
Mon, 24 July 1995
A man’s courage can sustain his broken body, but if courages dies, what hope is left? Requiem en pacem.
| Name at birth: | Gerald Edward Paige |
| Date of birth: | 05 04 1963 |
| Place of birth: | British Columbia, Canada |
| Date of death: | 29 06 1994 |
| Place of death: | Toronto, Canada |
| Resting place: | Ashes interred in Toronto |
| Submitted by: | Clinton Wood |
Deborah Otto (kiddieslodge@rogers.com)
30 July, 2013
With love.
| Name at birth: | Justice Otto |
| Date of birth: | 14 February 1935 |
| Place of birth: | Aliwal-North, South Africa |
| Date of death: | 30 May 1995 |
| Place of death: | Ajax, Canada |
| Resting place: | Oshawa, Ontario, Canada |
| Submitted by: | Vince Otto (Jusotto@ibm.net) |
In loving memory of my father,
Rev. J. Otto
Born: 14 February 1935
Died: 30 May 1995
"I fought the good fight, I ran
the race..."
You are the stars, you are
the evening breeze, you are
the fragrance of a wildflower,
because you are with God.
Name at birth: Hans Kristian Olsson Date of birth: 24 February 1973 Place of birth: Sundsvall, Sweden Date of death: 12 May 1997 Place of death: Sundsvall, Sweden Place of burial: Hagas minneslund
Submitted by: Kristian Olsson (asq267r@tninet.se)
7 November 2016
Love you, Buddy. Miss you so much.
Joanne Witt
<legend@itstriangle.com>
“JWittx2” (legend@itstriangle.com)
03 February, 2014
It seems impossible “years” have passed since I visited this site. It has been awhile since I have left a message, but my heart is with you, every day. Just want to say, you left me with memories of the best brother possible and I miss you every single day. As I read my previous messages, I remember each and every feeling I experienced as I wrote them. My heart aches as before, and until I see you again, I say, I love you my brother, and may the Lord bless you and keep you. Save a place for me.
“JWittx2” (legend@fortbenton.com)
07 November, 2009
I think of you everyday, but today is special. This is the day of your birth. Elaine called, and reminded me it was your birthday. I’m glad she remembered. We should have celebrated more, but we all had too much, “to do”. Now you are gone and instead of feeling a special birthday feeling, I feel sad. I can’t exactly wish you a “Happy Birthday”, that wouldn’t be appropriate, so I will do what I can… I will think of you, pray and ask that you know how much you are missed and I will hope to feel your presence. And I know something will happen to tell me, you are aware of your sisters and the thoughts they are sending to you, today. Love you, my brother. Joanne
07 November, 2008
November 7th 1931, the day of your birth. When I was ten and you were 20, you teased me, “I’m half as old as you, but you won’t catch up with me! In ten more years, you will be only one-third my age!” That was very perplexing for a 10 year old. But as usual, you gave me something to ponder and eventually figure out. My thoughts are yours today. I wish you we were sharing a celebration instead of me gazing at your picture and wishing you were still here, enjoying your great-nieces and great-nephews. They know today is “Uncle Buddy’s birthday”. I will not let them forget you.
18 November, 2007
Buddy, the day of your birth has passed and you may be gone from our presence, but you are always near. My heart and my mind reach out to you and you reach back. I just know it. Love, Joanne
05 August, 2007
Dear Buddy,
Today, I just need to say, “thanks”. I thank God, you are my brother and I thank you, for your continued guidance. Even from afar, I know you are still watching out for me. I still feel your presence and I do believe you are sharing my time here on earth. My life is blessed with family, good friends and wonderful moments. Over and over in conversations, your name or something you did, will come up. You are not forgotten. On this beautiful August day, from the banks of the Missouri River, flowers for you, my one and only brother. Love, Joanne
“JWittx2” (legend@3riversdbs.net)
04 June, 2006
Flowers for you, my brother, my friend. You are gone, but never far from my heart.
A Certificate of Recognition of your service in the military hangs on my wall. It is for your service to the United States of America in promoting peace and stability for this Nation during your tenure in the United States Army. And it states, “The people of this Nation are forever grateful.” It is signed by the Secretary of Defense. I am very proud to display this tribute for you. Love, Joanne
29 May, 2005
“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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.”
…Mary Frye, Baltimore MD, Circa 1933
Remembering you, my brother, this Memorial Day. Love, Joanne
13 March, 2005
I sometimes wonder, who peeks at your flowers? Maybe a family member who should have the courage to leave a bouquet? How sad it is, but it doesn’t matter anymore. You are still the mainstay of my life, forever and ever. If you were here, I could count on you. My brother, my friend. Always, Joanne
12 February, 2005
“What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow; Our life is the creation of our mind.” Buddha
Love to you now as always… Joanne
26 May, 2004
As we visit cemeteries, Memorial day flowers placed lovingly on the resting places of our departed will bring remembrance and sadness. Also, I are reminded the distance can be too great and some memorials of love and appreciation cannot always be placed. So, again, I thank those who inspired and tend this garden of love, so that others, as myself, can place flowers at your resting place in the Worldwide Cemetery. On this Memorial Day, I bring you flowers, kissed by the prairie sun and tied with a yellow ribbon. And I am reminded, you are only a click and a heartbeat away. Love, Joanne
09 April, 2004
Dear Buddy,
You look out from the page, so sweet, so sincere. I visit you often and I almost hear, a sound from your lips and maybe a blink. But your gaze remains and reminds me of, all the love you gave, so true from your heart. And I say, “I love you, dear brother”, and then I depart. But when I return, you are faithfully here, waiting for me and others who care. Love, Joanne
07 November, 2003
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1
Hope never left your heart… I pray, I can be as strong. “Flowers” for you on this day, your day. Love, Joanne
26 May, 2003
Sending thoughts to you, this day and everyday. Rest in peace, dear brother. Joanne
11 March, 2003
It has been awhile since I left you flowers. You are always in my thoughts, but sharing my heart this way, is comfort and encouragement for my soul. My thanks again and again to those who were inspired to create this wonderful and lasting memorial of love and celebration of life. My love to you, my brother… you will always be near. Joanne
JWx2 (legend@3rivers.net)
27 May, 2002
“Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.” Winston Churchill Loving memories we share fill my heart this Memorial Day and everyday……you are everywhere. J
31 December, 2000
A bit of prose by Ralph Waldo Emerson for you, my brother… To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. Remember, save a place for me…
J & J Witt (legend@3rivers.net)
07 November, 2000
For this day, the day of your birth in your last life, I leave this message…
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination.” John Keats
25 October, 2000
Dear Brother,
When I was young, I believed in you, but more than that, you believed in me. You never gave up on me and I will never give up for you.
According to Ecclesiates 4:9-12
Two can accomplish more than twice as much as one, for the results can be much better. If one falls, the other pulls him up; but if a man falls when he is alone he is in trouble. Also, on a cold night, two under the same blanket gain warmth from each other, but how can one be warm alone? And one standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back -to-back and conquer; three is even better, for a triple braided cord is not easily broken. Amen
Shawn Wakefield (wakefield@foothill.net)
18 August, 2000
Quiet love, kind words and long waiting at the drive for your kin to arrive. Love given, not taken. Your Nephew Shawn
“WITT RANCH CO.” (legend@3rivers.net)
01 September, 2000
I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something; and what I should do and can do, by the grace of God, I will do.
28 August, 2000
“There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known.” Matthew 10:26
21 July, 2000
July has brought a early harvest to the wheat fields. Even though it is a busy time, there is never a day you are not in my thoughts. For what ever reason, my vision is more clear than ever before. I continue to pray for the guidance that I need to go forward to meet the challenges ahead. I am blessed.
10 June, 2000
To you my brother, I must say,
I know they think I’m foolish for hanging on so tight
But Buddy, they don’t know, I loved you with all might.
Each day can bring a challenge I face and set aside,
But nothing can compare to my emptiness inside.
Those who turned the other cheek and put your needs behind,
Will surely suffer more than I with all my days combined.
25 May, 2000
Memorial day is soon here. I wish I could go to the little cemetery in North Dakota and clean the the tangled grasses from yours, mother’s and dad’s headstones. But I can’t. It is too far. I will think of you and I will remember and I will feel so alone. I miss you so much. Yesterday, little Kyler said, “Thank you, Grandma.” and you were there, right in the middle of the kitchen. His mouth spoke the words, but his eyes spoke his heart and you were there, right behind his eyes. I wanted to cry. I miss you so much.
18 May, 2000
My flowers are speaking from my heart this day. “Some people are happy remembering the past, and some happy forgetting it. And some spend a lot of time rewriting the past so that remembering is less painful.” Anonymous Aphorism.
25 April, 2000
Not one day does pass without thoughts of you my dear brother. You are missed so very much. I was left with memories to cherish and carry me through and a bond of love that no one could or will ever sever. I wait, for I will see you again.
21 March, 2000
Today is the first day of spring and with nature’s promise of another season. In Ecclesiastes, King Solomon of Jerusalem wrote; “In my opinion, nothing is worthwhile; everything is futile. For what does a man get for all of his hard work? Generations come and go but it makes no difference. The sun rises and sets and hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south and north, here and there, twisting back and forth, getting nowhere. The rivers run into the sea but the sea is never full, and the water returns again to the rivers, and flows again to the sea…everything is unutterably weary and tiresome. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied; no matter how we hear, we are not content. History merely repeats itself. Nothing is truly new; it has all been done or said before. What can you point to that is new? How do we know it didn’t exist long ages ago? We don’t remember what happened in those former times, and in the future generations no one will remember what we have done back here.” Ecclesiastes 1-11. I wish you were here to feel the warm kiss of the sun and the gentle touch of the breeze. I miss you.
29 February, 2000
The sun is shining brightly today. It is as bright as the love in my heart for you, dear brother. I am at ease, as I know you are at peace and no one can take our memories from us. I miss you.
14 February, 2000
I’m sending a bouquet of love filled memories to you this Valentine’s Day. As you rest so peacefully and patiently, I am comforted to know you are safe. You are never again at the mercy of someone else. I know you are near. I can feel your love. Thank you for being my brother.
05 February, 2000
Buddy, I love this place. It’s a beautiful idea and how else would I be able to verbally pay this tribute to you? There isn’t a day that passes that memories of you don’t cross my mind. I miss you so much. Love, Joanne
RMeder@aol.com
03 February, 2000
Buddy, A day doesn’t pass without thoughts of you. I’m sending you a bouquet of wild crocus because they remind me of our childhood days in North Dakota. You were the most loving brother and you were my idol. I miss you and love you. Your sister, Marjorie
Jonna Ward (jonnaw@avenuea.com)
01 February, 2000
To my special Uncle Buddy, Love Jonna
| Name at birth: | Swan David Olson |
| Date of birth: | 7 November 1931 |
| Place of birth: | Hansboro, North Dakota U.S.A. |
| Date of death: | 13 January 1999 |
| Place of death: | Shelby, Montana U.S.A. |
| Resting place: | Hansboro Cemetery, Hansboro, North Dakota, U.S.A. |
| Submitted by: | Joanne M. Witt <legend@itstriangle.com> |
TO MY BROTHER, MY FRIEND, MY “BUDDY”
You are gone now, but in spirit you are near. Quickly you ascended to the other side of life and you suffer no more. And I know, you will save a place for me. Even during the most trying time of your life, when you were removed from all you knew and loved, when mostly strangers ministered to your needs, and all watched as you grew weaker, a friend or relative was greeted with the familiar twinkle from your eyes. Almost as if by will, your broken heart stopped beating and you were finally set free. There will be no more indifferent caretakers and no one else to speak and decide your fate. On my last visit you said, “I’ll be okay. Just take care of yourself.” Once again, as so many times before, you tried to comfort and ease my mind. And, Buddy, I know you have saved a place for me.
Name at birth: Patricia M. O’Neil Date of birth: 11 October, 1948 Place of birth: Brooklyn, New York USA Date of death: 26 May, 1975 Place of death: Brooklyn, New York USA Place of burial: Cemetery Of The Holy Rood, Westbury, New York, USA
Submitted by: Steven Celli (scelli@swbell.net)
The Lord’s Peace be with you, Patricia. God chose to use you in a very special way and it is because of you that I moved out of the darkness into the Light. May He always watch over you, those you loved and those who loved you.
I pray that God will comfort and strengthen those who remember you fondly, and that He will especially bless and watch over your sister Sheila. Hopefully one day she and I will meet again so I may share with her the miracle that came about because of you. (Psalms 116:15)
Steven