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Hello Mr. Gill, honestly now, she knows that’s so wicked, immoral, dishonest, and I’m sorry to hear this has happened to you. Well, getting to know a person requires much more than the time it requires some praying about that person first before making a commitment. I’m sorry to that has happened to you. Because no one deserves to be treated so awful and wrong, but you know that the seeds you sow will come back to you. I know I kept reading that you were no longer single and were off the dating market. Mr. Gill, I have never met you in person, but I was so hurt. You have a million ladies who were crying :) Sometimes I ask myself how is it possible for me to fall in love with your voice. I’ve had a very bad day at work; students wanted to
argue and fuss over everyone is getting back into school days. So how tall do you like your ladies and would you date someone who is over then you are? Because I’m older than you are my birthday is 4/17/1960, Yes, I’m older than you are dear. My height is 5 feet 4 inches, and I love a tall man also I’m into relaxing, private, and peaceful moments and trying to figure out how to one day meet my dream man Mr. Gill : ) I’m closing for now but always stay in strong bad things happen to teach use letting us know that we should always pray. Sending you strong hugs, kisses love Strong’s hugs. Friends Always Nora P.S Always remember that there are others who going through something worse than you are and everything that happens to you is in God plans but it’s to make you strong : )
One of my earliest memories of Grandpa begins with us driving to the Monmouth Park Racetrack. We sure did love to go to the track and root for Julie Krone or one of our other favorite jockeys. He loved challenges, and he especially loved the challenge of picking the ponies. He would read the race programs in the Asbury Park Press and usually pre-pick most of the day's favorite horses before ever leaving the house. Still, on arrival, we always bought the program and maybe a race sheet or two before entering the track grandstand. After picking up a couple of seats right around the finish line or maybe a little past it, back to figuring he'd go. As he went, grandpa would always point out the horses that had won recently or looked like they were due. "I have a feeling about this one" he'd say.
On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank all of you for your compassion and for being present here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Mauri-Lynne, and I'm Lionel's daughter. Dad was devoted to every one of you. We all hope that you'll share your memories of him with us, if not today then in the weeks and months to come.
Once upon a time, a 18 year old named Juan was going to work in his father’s vegetable market. Juan always goes to help out his father no matter what. Him and his dad moved to Jerusalem from a village in Jordan. His mother had passed away from a wound infection. His father didn’t have enough money for medicine, so that’s why she died. They moved so they wouldn’t struggle anymore, and so they can live a different life. Juan is a very helpful, nice, intelligent, and had a very prodigious heart . Everyone in Juan’s village liked him, but his bullies, John and Josh, just hated him. They always bullied Juan on a daily basis just because they were jealous of how Juan was loved by everyone. While Juan was helping out his dad, Juan and Josh went to his dad’s store and Josh started to say that he and Juan’s girlfriend Emily were in love and that Emily didn’t love Juan anymore. He was just ignoring them because he knew that it wasn’t true, so he continued on working.
Yesterday, as Martin's friends poured into town, I was struck by how many distinct sets of friends he had. Family, skaters, punks, his Swampland posse, his boys and his girls, Professors, colleagues, Ann Arbor friends, Chicago friends, cyberspace friends who'd never met him "in the flesh"... Trying to walk down the street with him was an exercise in frustration, as Martin's fans flocked to him like the Pied Piper. He was so much, to so many. One of his greatest gifts to us is each other.
Eulogy for Son The Death of a Child. Not many people realize that the death of a child is NOT in accordance with God’s NORMAL scheme of things. It is not a natural. God did not mean for a child to go first. A child buries the parent.
Today, the most difficult day in my family’s life, we gather to say farewell to our son, brother, fiancé and friend. To those of you here and elsewhere who know Dylan you already are aware of the type of person he was and these words you will hear are already in your memory. To those who were not as fortunate, these words will give you a sense of the type of man he was and as an ideal for which we should strive. My son has been often described as a gentle soul. He was pure of heart and had great sensitivity for the world around him. He had a way with people that made them feel comfortable around him and infected others to gravitate toward him. Dylan exuded kindness and pulled generosity and altruism out from everyone he touched. He was everyone's best friend.
My mother was a complex, multi-faceted person. Many of you here today knew my mother personally, and many of you knew my mother indirectly through one of her family members. You may have known her as a coworker, a friend, or a support person. Of course, all of my mother’s family here today each knew a part of her, a “facet” of her--as a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandmother, a cousin.
Good afternoon, let me just start by saying that the kindness, support, friendship, and love extended to me and my family during this difficult time has really touched my heart- we are sincerely appreciative!
Today we celebrate the life of my dear friend, Jerome. Jerome, you were my teacher, my mentor and my dear friend. You provided me your counsel and wisdom. You shared your joyous smile and laugh. You shared your zest for life and the passion for all those things that were important to you.
The last time I saw my friend Kevin, was at his wedding in 1997. He was always a late bloomer, (Kevin had been the last of my friends to date), and we were all delighted to see him married for the first time at 44. After years of delay and false starts, his marriage to Diana gave us all the sense that he was finally on his way.
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I don’t remember what it was like before my dad tried to control my life. As far as I know it’s been that way forever. He always had a picture of this perfect girl: athletic, dressed nice all the time, posh manners, straight A’s. Basically the complete opposite of who I really am.
My beautiful daughter Emily Jayne has always been very different from other kids. I have learned a lot about her over the years of being her mother. She has had so many phases it's always so funny to see what she comes up with in her little creative mind. Today I've decided to share a few things about Emily. Some things I will share are good, bad, and just hilarious.
I can remember my mother rushing us to the bathroom, while speaking in a Jamaican language, trying to get us ready for school. I was the youngest of five siblings. We lived in a large house on an acre of land with all the fruits you can imagine. I eat fresh produce from our farm in every morning. She was burdened with this task because my father died while we were young. Luckily my mother was very adamant about us getting a good education. Before my dad died, life was less stressful for the family. My mother was a high school English teacher and father worked as a dentist. By not having the success of two incomes, it put a big strain on us, but my mother was determining to make ends meet. Three years passed while my only parent struggled with five kids on a teacher’s salary. She then weighed her option on coming to the united states for a better opportunity, even if it cost not being with her kids. She chose