And I saw the river

over which every

soul must pass

to reach the

kingdom of

heaven

and the name

of that river was

suffering:

and I saw the boat

which carries souls

across the river

and the name of

that boat was love.

Saint John of the Cross

In loving memory of

Matthew Allen Quinney

Son of Debbie Fletcher,

brother to Adam,

May 31, 1983 - May 7, 1999

What I Hoped For You:

To my daughter Elizabeth Ann

I hoped you'd receive lots of gifts

               for your baby shower,

I hoped you'd be born for Valentine's Day,

I hoped to hear your cry,

I hoped to see your eyes,

I hoped to nurse you at my breast,

I hoped to sing you lullabies

              as I rocked you to sleep,

I hoped to smell your baby smells

              and dress you in cute clothes,

I hoped to show you off to everyone

              with such pride upon my face,

I hoped to hear your baby babble,

I hoped to see you crawl, walk, and grow,

But that will never be,

              for God took you back from me.

by Heather Somma

In loving memory of

Elizabeth Ann Somma

November 6-7, 2001

My Little Shining Star

In our hearts, Christopher is not gone,

And he never will be.

Christopher shines on, as dazzling as ever,

Smiling that beautiful smile,

laughing that marvelous laugh that could fill a room,

giving us more joy than we ever thought was possible...

A wonderful shining star that will shine forever for us,

We will always cherish his light,

And we will remember him forever.

His extraordinary brilliance cannot be turned off ever.

The bright light of Christopher's wonderful spirit

will shine on always

Carried deep within my heart.

I'll see my bright shining star again one sweet day,

But until then, the truest love I hold inside forever

For you, sweet little Christopher,

Because only you can light up my life ever again.

With all my love, forever and always,

Your Mommy

In Loving Memory of

Christopher Ronald Faller

Beloved Son of Ronald & Maria Faller

May 7, 1990 - March 24, 1998

In Loving Memory...

Michael Hampton

The things I feel so deeply

Are the hardest things to say,

But I, your mother, loved you

In a very special way.

They say that memories are golden,

Well, maybe that is true,

But I never wanted memories,

I only wanted you.

If tears could build a highway,

And heartaches make a lane,

I'd walk the path to heaven

Just to see you once again.

Our family chain is broken,

And nothing seems the same,

But when God calls me home to heaven

The chain will link again.

"One day, my dear son, the broken

chain will be linked again,

Mother"

In Loving Memory of

Michael Hampton

Only child of Pat Hampton

May 5, 1970-November 3, 2000

(poem adapted, author unknown)