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Ron, You are a dear Friend and we will ALWAYS be here for you, You and Judy made us happy we we got together, wish we had more of them.

We will miss Judy, she was just a sweet heart and a pleasure to know.

                          Remembering a LIFE

We remember a life today and all that made her who she was-

All that delighted her, that made her laugh or moved her to tears,

Calling to mind her story, and the many lives  she touched along the way.

We honor a life today-

Her outlook, her inner strengh, and the things that she believed in-

Recognizing her goodness, her uniqueness, her own special gifts shared generously with the rest of the world.

We celebrate a life today-

Her connections with Family and Friends and all who loved her-

Feeling enriched for having known her and so grateful for our time with her,

For the way she affected us...

Inspired us...

And affirmed for us that this is how a beautiful life should be lived.

We

With Deepest Sympathy dear friend,

Mary and Richard

P.S. If you need to argue with some one you have my permission to call

Richard up and do it with him.

Love Ya!

Mary

Scott,

As children, we can't comprehend or fully realixe the meaning of our mothers's love,

How tender and how wise,

The patience and forgiveness that are part of every day,

The unexpected "little things" she does in her own way.

Years go by before we can look back on life and see through older eyes and wiser hearts her love and loyalty,

And yet it's these and other special things we'll hold so dear,

For memories of her steadfast love will keep her ever near.

May your memories of your mother's love Scott bring you comfort and peace of heart,

Now and through the days ahead.

In Deepest Sympathy.

Mary & Richard

Ron, Scott, Veronica, and all those who loved Judy - The following piece was in a booklet for the hospice training program that I recently went through and I think it is beautiful.  It brought a lot of comfort to me and I hope it does the same for you. 

Hugs,

Elizabeth

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I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"

And that is dying.

-Henry Van Dyke