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Raymond E. Maness ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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2 February 2018

Happy Birthday on the 2/7

I miss you Dad

Love Bill

William Maness <picubill@yahoo.com>

9 January 2000

Dad,

Happy New Millennium. I miss you.

Love, Susan

<SHuel0360@aol.com>

5 July, 1998
It has now been 3 years since you left. Time gets away. I am now in Texas and I keep thinking, how much you would have enjoyed visiting me here. I miss you even more. It’s not as painful, but, I still miss you so much.
I love you
Susan

M. Susan L. Huelsing (YLSP96A@prodigy.com)
18 July, 1997

Dad,
You are always with me, in my thoughts, in my heart, in the very fabric of my life. I have to relocate to a different state, it’s such a tough decision. I know what you would tell me if you were here. You would tell me that I have to follow my job, that I have responsibilities. So, I will do just that. I know that wherever I go, you are always with me.
I miss you,
Susan

M. Susan L. Huelsing (YLSP96A@prodigy.com)
Fri, 29 Nov 1996

Happy Thanksgiving Dad. This is still a big adjustment.

M. Susan L. Huelsing (YLSP96A@prodigy.com)
Thu, 5 Sep 1996

Its been while since my last visit to you. Your never far from my thoughts. I love you

Susan L Huelsing (YLSP96A@prodigy.com)
Tue, 23 Jul 1996

I love you and I miss you.

Susan L. Huelsing (YLSP96A@prodigy.com)
Sun, 30 Jun 1996

Dad,
Its been a year since you left us. Jared is now taller then I am. He was in the allstar game again this year. He missed having you there. We all miss you. Its another hot, steamy summer in St. Louis. I know you don’t miss that. I take comfort in the fact that you are no longer in pain, and I bet you are running circles around everyone. Hugs from all your grandchildren.

I love you
Susan

Susan L. Huelsing (FNLK97A@prodigy.com)
Fri, 24 May 1996

Dad,
This will be our first Fathers day with out you. I bought you a card anyway. I know somehow you will hear this.

From Your Daughter, with love.

Yours are the hands that raised me
and guided me when I was small--
that lifted me to laught at the sky
and held me when I was hurt or afraid..,

Yours is the voice I could recognize
even before I could talk-
the voice that could calm me, comfort me,
quiet my fears with just a single word..

Yours are the eyes I looked into,
that could say so much to me
with just a glance--
that could see through me and into me...
eyes that have smiled at me and with me
through all the years, in goods times and bad.
then and now...

You are the dad I have always loved,
and always will, so very much.

Happy Fathers Day Dad, I miss you

Love Susan

(thank you Hallmark)

Susan L. Huelsing (FNLK97A@prodigy.com)
Sun, 5 May 1996

Someone commented the other day on how I have your eyes. I must have starred at my eyes in the mirror for over 20 minutes. They were right. Why had I never noticed that before. Then I realize how much I am you, from my mannerisms to my sense of humor. I love you, and thank your for 35 years of love, strength and direction.

Mrs Susan L Huelsing (YLSP96A@prodigy.com)
Sun, 28 Apr 1996

Dad, I hope you look down on these flowers and smile. I love you and I miss you

Mrs Susan L Huelsing (FNLK97A@prodigy.com)
Mon, 29 Apr 1996

Little league has started, and your last grandson turns 1 in a few days. I miss you dad.

Love, Susan

Raymond E. Maness ✵ 1926-1995 

Name at birth:    Raymond E. Maness 
Date of birth:    02/07/26 
Place of birth:   Desoto, Missouri 
Date of death:    June 27, 1995 
Place of death:   St. Peters, Missouri 
Place of burial:  Jefferson Barracks, National Cemetery, St. Louis

Submitted by: Susan Huelsing (ylsp96a@prodigy.com)

Loving father of Pat, Sylvia, Robert, Susan and William Beloved Husband of Betty.

Whenever I feel the wind blow, or I see one of your beloved aircraft, I think of you and I smile.

I love you Dad,
Susan

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Sharon Alynne Mair ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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MEL.BENG@xtra.co.nz
26 December, 2006
A bunch of flowers for Sharon. I don’t even know her but her daughter’s poem brought tears to my eyes because it reminded me exactly how I felt when I lost my mother 24 years ago. The Tears I Know…
Sincerely,
Romel

Kristy Corbiere (fancydancer16@hotmail.com)
10 November, 2000
these are for my mother. she would have been 44 last october. her namesake will be one november 18. i miss you mom!

Roman Krajchi (roman.krajchi@sympatico.ca)
30 May, 1999
I am leaving flowers on my mother’s grave. Sharon Mair. She was one of a kind. Any questions about please e-mail me at jessica_rabbit01@hotmail.com I am willing to talk about anything you are curious about.

Sharon Alynne Mair ✵ 1956-1998 

Name at birth:    Sharon Alynne McDonald 
Date of birth:    October 6 1956 
Place of birth:   Sault Ste. Marie  Canada 
Date of death:    January 31 1998 
Place of death:   Sault Ste. Marie  Canada 
Place of burial:  Port Finley Cemetery, St. Joe's Island.
                 (Near Sault Ste. Marie) Ontario Canda

Submitted by: Sasha Mair (Jessica_Rabbit01@hotmail.com)

The woman being reconized is my mother. She was deaf. But didn’t need ears to be the perfect mom. She graduated Valedictorian of her class in the Belleville School for the Deaf. She had so much love and was one of the most well loved people in her life time. Over 1,500 people came to the funeral. She was beautiful and understanding. And was always there. When she died she was only 41. Right now I am 15.
No one can know how much I need her guidance and miss her. We weren’t expecting her to die. She had a brain haemmorrhage.
At the funeral I did not cry. I didn’t cry until that March. We have a memorial bowl for her every may in her name. I’d give my heart to see her again. Even hell is worth seeing her again. She was one of those people. Her heart was so pure so loving. She didn’t deserve to die. It wasn’t her time. I can feel that. I loved her with all my heart. If you (the reader) knew her you would’ve loved her too. I’ve written a poem in her memory. This winter I have written a sum of 56 poems. Here is one of them.

THE TEARS I KNOW

Her love was something to look forward to,
It was something that I once knew,
The feel of her love in my heart,
Is something that will never part,
Her heart always in the right place,
The glow of love in her face,
The warmth in her eyes,
While she wiped away my cries,
My heart’s pain will not cease,
But in time will decease,
Every so often I’ll think of my mother,
And know there is no other.

I hope you read this. And if you ever see a person signing. Please think of the woman who acheived it all.

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Michael Lynch ✵ 1944-1991

Michael Lynch

Name at birth:  Michael Lynch
Date of birth:  20/08/1944
Place of birth:  Dunn, North Carolina, USA
Date of death:  09/07/1991
Place of death:  Toronto, Canada
Resting place:  Toronto, Canada
Submitted by:  Gerald Hannon    (gerald.hannon@sympatico.ca)

 

 

Michael Lynch: Gay activist, poet, academic, editor from 1981 of the international Gay Studies Newsletter; active in many community efforts (The Gay Alliance Toward Equality [before he’d ever had sex with a man]; the Committee to Defend John Damien; Gay Fathers of Toronto; Whitman in Ontario Conference, 1980; Wilde ’82; Sex and the State, 1985). For many years a frequent writer for The Body Politic, a gay liberation magazine in Toronto. Wrote on many subjects, but his early pieces on AIDS (“Living with Kaposi’s,” paired with a piece by his friend Bill Lewis in a 10-page feature on AIDS) were particularly important. They contributed to the more humane, less panic-driven approach to the disease in Canada. Michael was later a founder of the AIDS Committee of Toronto (1983), AIDS Action Now! and the Toronto AIDS Memorial (from 1988), the Toronto Centre for Lesbian and Gay Studies (1990), and Gay Fathers Toronto. His collection of poems, These Waves of Dying Friends, was published in 1989. Michael died of the disease in 1991. His son, Stefan Lynch, lives in San Francisco, and carries on his father’s activism—he has been very involved in COLAGE, an organization for the children of lesbian and gay parents.

Michael could play as avidly as he worked, and would want to be remembered as (probably) the first gay academic ever to be a nude centre-fold subject for bothHoncho and Mandate, and as a sweaty, shirtless 5 a.m. reveller at Stages (Toronto), The Saint (New York) and the Ice Palace (Fire Island). He spent hours, too, at his grand piano and harpsichord, honing his style for Bach or Schubert, or accompanying friends’ renditions of the classics of torch. And he loved to host. Many friendships were celebrated over intimate dinners he cooked with panache, and at lavish soirees where he presided as “diva divine.”

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Dolores Bernadette Lutz ✵ 1938-1992

Dolores Bernadette Lutz

Name at birth:  Dolores Bernadette Trombetta
Date of birth:  30-01-38
Place of birth:  Philadelphia, PA
Date of death:  15-12-92
Place of death:  Cinnaminson, NJ
Resting place:  New Jersey, USA
Submitted by:  Debbie Lutz (CANDLT63@aol.com)

 

Dolores Bernadette Lutz

MOM,

There are no words that can explain on how I feel inside, I miss you each and every day, and sometimes I want to hide. There are things in life I want to share, with my mother, my best friend. But all I have are memories, and that of course won’t end. Someday mom, we will meet again, for this I am very sure. And when that day comes for me, I’m sure you’ll be at the door. You taught me a lot through out my life, and to stand on my own feet. You lifted me up when I was down, and did stuff that was neat. I will never forget the times we shared, and how you made me smile. And know in my heart that this time apart is only for a little while. And if memories are all I have, I will cherish them the most. Because still with me going through life is my mother’s ghost. I LOVE YOU MOM !!!!!!!!!

Love you and miss you
Debbie

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Robert Jordan Lundblad ✵ 1912-1995 

Name at birth:    Robert Jordan Lundblad 
Date of birth:    27/08/1912 
Place of birth:   Massachusetts USA 
Date of death:    08/11/1995 
Place of death:   Wareham Massachusetts USA 
Place of burial:  Wareham, Massachusetts, USA

Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me “father” sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In his good old Irish way,
And I’d give the world if he could sing
That song to me this day.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now don’t you cry.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that’s an Irish lullaby

Oft in dreams I wander,
To that cot again,
I feel his arms a-huggin me,
As when he held me then.
And I hear his voice a hummin
To me as in days of yore,
When he use to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.

Oh Dad… I miss you so.

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