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Dedicated To My Mother Lucy. Who Lost Her Life To Brain Cancer.
December 14, 1926 - August 2, 1998

We All Love You Mom. I Thank You For All The "I Love You's" We Have Exchanged Throughout Our Lives, You Made It So Easy To Say. Even Though This World May Seperate Us For A Time The Feelings Will Never Change. Love Does Not Die, You Carry It With You. Fly Home, You're An Angel Now.

A journey into the brain
Join Me In My Reasearch Into Finding Out More About The Horrors Of Brain Cancer



Also For My Dad Who Passed On May 12, 1978.

My Parents Wedding Photo


To Remember Me
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
By Robert N. Test
Submitted by Ken Knowles
from A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul
  Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen


Samantha my daughter
I love you Sammy.





Portrait Of An Angel
Petloss-Memorials

Dedicated To Tasha-Our Dog :-(
We Miss You So Much Baby
A Poem For Tasha
A Comforting Poem About Petloss
A Card That Was Sent In My Time Of Grief(for my sweet dog Tasha)
Our Household-A Frightening Bunch
Yes This Is What We Look Like




Indian Prayers


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