| Family members that have passed on, but are still loved. |
| Georgie Alberta "Bert" March 1921 ~ September 1987 |
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| IN MEMORY OF ... |
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| George Arden April 1913 ~ May 1991 |
| Lynne Anita September 1952 ~ October 2006 |
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| When asked how I would describe my grandmother, I replied ... "Edith Bunker". This wasn't meant to demeaning, she was simply a lot like the charactere "Edith Bunker". She was slightly ditzy, yet loving. Slightly abused and, yet, she still looked for the good in everyone and everything. May you rest in peace, Grandma Bert. |
| When asked how I would descibe my grandfather, I replied ... "Archie Bunker". Again, this wasn't meant to be demeaning, he was really like "Archie Bunker". He was loud and abrasive, and more than little prejudiced. He had a good heart, but little tolerance for his fellow man. He stood over his daughters and wife like a sentinal, but he depended on them too much for the last few years of his life. Rest in peace, Grandpa. |
| My mother and I never got along. I don't know whether that was because of her childhood or mine, but we didn't click. Even into the later years of her life, we still didn't mesh well. I tried to tolerate her behaviors as far as I could, but at times they were almost as abusive as her father's had been. I loved my mother because of who she was, but I didn't like her attitudes. I hope that she's found peace in the afterlife. |
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| Richard Allen July 1948 ~ February 2003 |
| My mother married her last husband long after I had gone onto start my own adult life. In fact, I had two children before her and Rick were married. I didn't know Rick very well, but he made my mother happy. Rest in peace, Rick. |
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| Glenn Lee |
| Unfortunately, I never knew my father's father very well. He seemed like a caring man the few times I saw him before his death. I know that he did some things that were very wrong in the eyes of God and man, and I hope that he's found peace in the afterlife. |
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| Beatrice Allyene |
| I didn't get to know my father's mother, at all. She passed away when my father was a small child from ovarian cancer. I can only hope that she's no longer in pain, and has found some peace. |
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| Morris Delmor |
| Morris was my second step-father and, probably, the closest thing I had to a "real father" while growing up. He was the one there when I needed a father, but he wasn't everythinga a father should have been. Morris also did some things that were very wrong in the eyes of God and man, but I do hope that he's found his own peace in the afterlife. |
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