Hermitjohn@aol.com
07 January, 2001
Flowers
Bob & Dawn Schramm (yahooteeville@email.msn.com)
26 June, 1998
Because no one should be without flowers! I grew up in the Mt. Hope area on Clapp Road, Scituate, Mass. You brought back memories. Dawn (nee: Grant) Krentler Schramm
Name at birth: Priscilla Barnes Date of birth: 21 December 1914 Place of birth: Scituate, Mass., USA Date of death: 20 January 1996 Place of death: Boston, Mass., USA Place of burial: Mt. Hope, Scituate, Mass., USA
Submitted by: Polly Kimmitt (PKimmitt@aol.com)
Loving and kind to all. A great mother and an inspiration of strength and dignity.
“Norman Brooks” (englandman@earthlink.net)
27 October, 2000
I do miss you so much Mom. Seems you were taken so quickly, and there seemed so much more time for us both to enjoy life and each other’s company that just was lost. You were the best, and still are. Sure hope where-ever you are you are at peace. I love you so very much.
Norm
Albs88@aol.com
19 March, 1999
Remembering our special bond, Leslie
“Norman A. Brooks” (Britishboy@email.msn.com)
11 March, 1999
A planet, no a universe, of gardenias for you. I’ll make them pink and lavender – they’re yours! To the only real person I’ve met in the world so far – I miss you Mom and dear friend. You were the world to me, and to this day still are. You showed, and demonstrated, true love and appreciation of the world and life – you were, and still are, a gem! Wished I had a follicle of your hair, so that some future generation could duplicate your gene, and you could again share your presence with the world. May sound stupid, but the world could do with you back in it again. Wherever your are now I whole-heartedly hope that you have total peace and fulfillment – that is all I could EVER wish. Know that the world is so much a dimmer place without your beautiful smile.
I love you so much,
Your Son-Norm
| Name at birth: | Helen Virginia Shuler |
| Date of birth: | 07 Nov 1929 |
| Place of birth: | Baltimore USA |
| Date of death: | 13 Jun 1987 |
| Place of death: | Baltimore USA |
| Resting place: | Lorraine Park Cemetery, Baltimore, Maryland, USA |
| Submitted by: | Norman Brooks (normanbrooks@comcast.net) |
Beloved Mother and Dearest Friend
There’s a place for us,
somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air,
wait for us – somewhere.
| Name at birth: | Joe Webber |
| Date of birth: | March 20, 1962 |
| Place of birth: | Englewood, New Jersey, USA |
| Date of death: | January 11, 2002 |
| Place of death: | North Bergen, New Jersey, USA |
| Resting place: | Green Brook, New Jersey, USA |
| Submitted by: | Rita Webber |
Joe’s cat
Joe was a loving Son and Friend he will be remembered for his love of animals, help and compassion to others. The World is an empty place without you, there isn’t a day we don’t think of you. All we have are memories: we love you and miss you. In loving memory:
Rita (mother), Veronica (sister), Debbie (companion),
Sylvia (cousin), Cris & Sue (step son and wife),
Doris, Harald, Carol, Walter (Aunt & Uncles).
Christopher John Rollins
1974
Christopher and Duke, 1978
| Name at birth: | Christopher John Rollins |
| Date of birth: | November 3, 1961 |
| Place of birth: | Paterson, NJ, USA |
| Date of death: | January 29, 1984 |
| Place of death: | New York, USA |
| Resting place: | Lutheran Cemetery, Middle Village, NY, USA |
| Submitted by: | Anne Rollins (Rollinsa448@aol.com) |
Christopher, my son, my son. Life was wonderful for you even on gloomy, dark days. There was always something to do and that’s why your friends, who ranged from 9 years old to 86 years of age, looked to you to lead them. You had friends of all colors, religions and nationalities and I’m glad we moved from the suburbs of New Jersey to an urbane area. Nothing was lost on you. You loved life and taught me your mother, much about it. You said you loved me even though I never married your father. You said I was your mother and father. Had Grandpa been alive when you died of Hodgkins disease, he, too, would have been devastated. I could rave about your intelligence but that’s not what made you so lovable. I don’t know why you were so lovable. I just know I love you today and I will miss you forever. And that’s a long time. Christina Rossetti, the poetess, said it… When I am dead my dearest, sing no sad songs for me. Plant thou no roses at my head nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me with tears and dew drops wet, and if thou wilt, remember. And if thou wilt, forget… Goodnight, Christopher…
| Name at birth: | Sarah Reid Wright |
| Date of birth: | January 3, 1934 |
| Place of birth: | Bethpage, Tennessee, USA |
| Date of death: | November 8, 1996 |
| Place of death: | New York, New York, USA |
| Resting place: | Bethpage Cemetery, Bethpage, Tennessee |
| Submitted by: | Warren K. Wright (warrenk@datasync.com) |
To my beloved sister, Sarah. May she rest easy between Mom and Dad and keep them good company for eternity.
“Carlos Barba” (crbarba@bellsouth.net)
17 April, 2003
Beloved Craig:
It is hard to believe that ten years have passed. We have missed you so much and our memories will forever last. What it meant to lose you no one will ever know. Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow. The days we do not think of you are very hard to find. We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds. Our thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill in life; we loved you dearly. In death we love you still. Love forever: Philip, Mom, Nanny, Robbie and your family.
“Philip T Hidalgo” (philliphi44@yahoo.com)
20 May, 2002
April 1, 2002. Your brief journey in this planet ended nine years ago. Very gallantly and brave you faced death: you knew that death is only a door to trespass. You have not lost contact with us, in many forms you keep telling us “I am alive and well” “I love you all”. Your memory is kept within us like a flame never to cease, always bright and creative. It is the real flame of unconditional love. Love always! Philip
LBLOUIN@aol.com
23 August, 1999
Knew you from birth and was able to enjoy watching you grow. My Mother watched you for a little while. You grew up into a fine, kind and loving person. Who loved and enjoyed life, his family and his soul mate. Always enjoyed the jobs we worked together. We always worked hard but you made it more enjoyable. Also enjoyed the parties and watching you dance. You were such a natural. Everyone misses you and your smiling face. God bless you always and may you find the peace of all understanding… Love. Carol & Lloyd Blouin
“Linda H Tillman” (tillman1@ix.netcom.com)
12 August, 1999
On April 1, 1993, the world became a poorer place. That was the day we lost you, Craig, from our physical reality. But, in my heart, you are always there, smiling, laughing, cracking jokes and most especially – dancing! You were so handsome, so full of fun and so full of life. A party was not a party unless you were there. You inherited your mother’s flair for dancing and ability to make everyone feel welcome. I can still see you making the rounds, making sure all the “older” ladies got the opportunity to dance. I can’t even count the number of your mother’s friends that you made feel so special by taking their hand and whirling them around the dance floor. You had such good manners and so much style. We all miss you, Craig, and always will. God Bless You and give you the peace and rest you so richly deserve. My love always, your “Aunt” Linda
| Name at birth: | Craig Martin Elder |
| Date of birth: | Sept. 19, 1960 |
| Place of birth: | Miami, Florida, USA |
| Date of death: | April 1, 1993 |
| Place of death: | Miami, Florida, USA |
| Resting place: | Southern Memorial Park, North Miami, Florida, USA |
| Submitted by: |
In Memory of my Soul Mate Craig, the hurt boy who never grew up and always was ignoring life harsh realities. Our lives merged for a short period of time and we shared laughter (lots), tears, pains (yours was emotional, mine was physical) but above all unconditional love. I was honored to take your hand and help you to journey through the maze of your life. You left me better than you found me, and you taught me to be compasionate and patient with human frailties. I held you hand until you had your last breath, I hope that you will hold mine in spirit when my time comes. I immensely miss you from my life. My heart is grieving for you every day since you went from this life into the real life. It have to be, my other half is gone. So I am living one day at the time, waiting for my liberation day, when I will see your smiling face again. Do you remember how frequently strangers asked us everywhere “are you brothers”? Usually we look at each other, answer “yes” and laugh about. Yes, we are soul brothers!
Rest well in the love and light of God, until we meet again. In that day when there will be not tears and regrets we will have a laugh, and I promise you now, the first drink will be on me. Until I see you again:
Good night!
Your mother Sandy, grandmother Connie and brother Robbie
are also grieving and missing you.
Life is eternal and love immortal and
Death is only a horizon
And a horizon is the limit of your sight.
(Anonymous)
Maria Ekstrand (mekstrand@gmail.com)
February 8, 2009
Alskade Pappa,
Jag planterar nagra vilda varblommor pa din 75-ars dag. Kan inte forsta att det gatt over 13 ar sen jag sag dig senast. Vi saknar dig fortfarande och Mohini tittar ofta pa den bilden vi tog utanfor er lagenhet och kommenterar hur orattvist det ar att hon aldrig fick traffa dig. Jag haller med! Det ar sa mycket som hant de senaste 13 aren, bade i varlden och i var familj och jag onskar att vi hade fatt dela och diskutera dom. Men allra mest vill jag hora ditt skratt, se dig busa med mamma och fa en kram.
Maria
Elizabeth (cellosong7@yahoo.com)
29 April, 2004
I would like to leave beautiful marigolds for Lennart Ekstrand. His daughter, Maria, touched my heart several years ago when she left flowers for my own father, Gerald Fleming, and it made me feel better. Like me, she lost her dad to lung cancer after a long valiant fight. On this anniversary of my dad’s death, I am thinking of him and also of Maria’s kind gesture. I hope she is doing well. Thank you, Elizabeth Fleming
Maria Ekstrand (ekstrand@slip.net)
Tue, 26 Nov 1996
Alskade Pappa,
I’m leaving “snow drops” and “forget-me-nots” and light a candle for you today on the anniversary of your departure. Stockholm is probably very cold today, but I hope you can sense the warmth of my feelings and thoughts I send to you today and every day. I still miss you!
– Maria
CabbieEsq@aol.com
Mon, 1 Apr 1996
I leave some flowers here from a daughter also who has lost her sweet Papa, too. Oh how lucky are we girls who have such wonderful fathers in our lives! And although the sorrow that is left by their leaving us is boundless, each tear shed, each painful moment remembered, each word spoken of them, is testement to our endless love for our fathers. Please take care.
Carolyn
Isaac’s Daughter