HAPPY 48th ANNIVERSARY, SALLY & MIKE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIKE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHLOE!

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HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY, KYLA!

HAPPY 6th ANNIVERSARY, LEIGH & JON!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEVE BOYER!

Here is a wonderful thought from the sympathy card we sent to Maureen that we all need to remember:
    
     "To carry on with a heart full of memories is to be wholly and lovingly  human.  To heal day by day is to build a bridge of love that will reach far beyond time into forever."

     It was a blessing to see all of you at Scott's funeral.  May our prayers be with Scott's children, grandchildren and Maureen to cope with life without their hero.

                                  God bless you all and thanks for being such a great family,

                                                     Eileen and John and family

HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY, JORDAN!

Happy Veteran's Day

Thanks to all who have served and are serving now:  Dad, Michael Fox, Mike Murphy, Jr., Tara Murphy, and Nate Anding.  A special thanks to Scott and all veterans who have departed this life. We are grateful for your service to our country.

HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY ON 11/7, MATTHEW!

Some lines from Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant who wrote it when he was seventeen.

"Yet not to thine eternal resting-place

Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish

Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down

With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings,

The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good.

Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,

All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills

Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun - the vales

Stretching in pensive quietness between;

The venerable woods - rivers that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,

Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste -

Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man."

". . . As the long train

Of ages glides away, the sons of men,

The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes

In the full strength of years, matron and maid,

The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man -

Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,

By those who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join

The innumerable caravan, which moves

To that mysterious realm, where each shall take

His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed

By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,

Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

UNTIL THE NEXT TIME, SCOTT.
                   and
HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY, ANYA!