| Location | Connellsville, Pa |
| Age | 64 years |
| Cause of Death | Blood Clot |
| Date of Birth | 14/02/1911 |
| Date of Death | 31/07/1975 |
| Visitors | 703 since 10/06/2009 |
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My father was the kindest, most compassionate and loving man I've known. He always was looking for a way to help others. Even in his professional life he spent hours talking to people and helping them. He put his family first and foremost. Whatever was needed he did it. My father supported 3 families: our own, my maternal grandparents, and my dear aunt. Not once did he complain about it. He was happy that he could help them and treated them as blood relatives. It is my very prayer and wish, as his only child, that my father is in his heavenly resting place, his just abode. We shall meet again and be together for all eternity.
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Robert Hayden.
Dear Bonnie, may peace be with you as you remember your father on this Christmas Day. Jan, with love.
"Praise be to the Name of God for ever and ever; wisdom and power are His. He changes times and seasons. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. He reveals deep and hidden things;….Light dwells with Him."
Daniel 2:20-22.
“May the Lord, the God of your fathers,
increase you a thousand times and
bless you as He has promised!”
Deuteronomy 1:11.
XLIII
Given that there is a Heaven my father will have one.
It will not be a pansy Heaven nor
a fragile Heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a Heaven of black-red roses.
My mother will be deep like a rose,
tall like a rose,
standing near my father
swaying over him,
silent with eyes which are really petals and
she will see him and open her hands which whisper 'my beloved.'
Suddenly in sunlight,
he will bow.
The whole garden will bow.
E. E. Cummings.
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Robert Hayden
"The Lord bless thee, and keep thee:
The Lord make His face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee, and give thee peace."
Numbers 6:24-26.
31/7/2011. WITH PRAYERS AND REMEMBRANCES.
"Fight the good fight of the faith. Hold to the eternal life to which you were called."
1 Timothy 6:12.
"There is no fear in love; for perfect love casteth this away ... "
1 John 4:18.
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“ In my Father's House there are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I prepare a place for you. And as I prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.”
John 14:2, 3.
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