Sending my heartfelt sympathies for the loss of your mother, grandmother, and my friend Corinne.

I pray to the Lord to bless your family with support and love during this hard time.

Your mom has left me with some wonderful memories. A loving mother, a sweet grandmother, and a caring friend, she will always be in the hearts of all who knew her. Corinne treated everyone with kindness and acceptance and always greeted everyone with open arms, an open heart, and a big smile.
 
They say our lives don’t end with death. We always live in the hearts of people who loved us, in their memories and in their prayers. My memories of Corinne will never die, her stories are irreplaceable. Whether spontaneously breaking out in song, dance, or laughter, I will never forget her.  Thank you for all the happy memories, you will always be in my heart.

Time may pass and fade away, but memories of you will always stay, we will miss you.

Mrs. Gravel, everytime time I had the pleasure of your company, you always wore a smile. You will be sadly missed Corrine, you were one of a kind.
Dave

Corinne will truly be missed by all at the Royal Megansett Nursing Home. She added so much life, humor, and compassion to all who surrounded her. I will always remember her with the fondest of memories.

My Godmother Corinne was a special person full of life and laughter. She had a way of making others laugh and was truly a saint that touched many lives. My Godmother never had a bad day in her life, she would always say "some days are just better than others".

I love the poem “I’d Like to Be a Flower in the Garden of God.” by Dr. Harrell F. Beck, who was a professor of Old Testament and Preaching at Boston University School of Theology. Its only fitting for a beautiful woman who will be missed:

“I’d like to be a flower in the garden of God.

I’d like to take my chances in the wind and the rain, in the storm and in the sunshine.

I’d like to be planted among a variety of species in the midst of an assortment of colors - and sizes and shapes; and to grow among the lilies and the lilacs, the crocuses and the chrysanthemums, the poppies and the pansies, and yes even the dandelions. 

I want to be a part of an absolute riot of color and beauty. 

“Pray God I might last long enough to blossom.

And then, Lord, early if you want to late if you can, I want you to pick me.

And if I must be alone in a solitary vase, I’ll take it. 

I’d rather be in a bouquet.

But could I be something beautiful Lord, and placed on your table at somebody else’s covenantal moment, when they’re bringing their child or when they’re burying their beloved or when they’re sealing a vow?

That could be joy enough God, but could I ask one more thing?

Would it be possible that someone would say,

‘That reminds me of a flower I once saw, a rose in Sharon, a lily of the valley,

who was once picked by God and gave up his life – to add beauty and significance to the lives of others.”

Dear Mom, I will surely miss you and you will be in my heart always. Thanks for being tree for me in my toughest times, and supporting me in all my endeavors. Your grandchildren are your legacy, and I will always tell them of times of us together. Good bye and rest well. With great Love, your son Tom.