This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Jamie Marie Surls, 39, born on May 12, 1977 and passed away on August 31, 2016. We will love and remember her forever.
Jamie Marie Pietrzak, 39
Port St. Lucie – Jamie Marie (Surls) Pietrzak died August 31, 2016. She was born May 12, 1977 in Okeechobee to Chester Alan Surls and Teresa Susan Murdach. A resident of Okeechobee until she graduated from Okeechobee High School in 1995, Jamie was a resident of Port St. Lucie. She enjoyed spending time with her family, the beach, fashion, and design.
Jamie is survived by her daughter, Hunter Lynne Pietrzak of Port St. Lucie; mother, Teresa Almond; father, Chester Surls ( wife Joy); brother, Cory Surls all of Okeechobee; sisters, Cherie Morgan ( husband Scott) of Jonesboro, Louisiana and Rene Almond of Okeechobee; grandmother, Ann Surls of Okeechobee; and several aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews.
Tributes
Leave a tributeUncle Kelly
MYLY
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.
it's been too long since we saw your smile, heard your voice.
Here is your poem ~
"I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
So I wrote your name in my heart,
and that’s where it will stay, always”
I think of you all the time. It seems it is almost daily that you come to mind and I'm forever grateful to have so many great memories. You are so missed and loved down here, but I know in my heart you are equally loved "up there".
Happy Birthday. L.Y.M.Y ~ Kelly
- - here's your poem - - (borrowed from Robert Hunter, Grateful Dead)
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?
— “Ripple,” Robert Hunter
Here is your poem .... ~ Uncle Kelly,
"Ripple" by Robert Hunter (of the Grateful Dead)
. . . . Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=671AgW9xSiA
Memories of You
by Unknown
I remember everything about you,
your voice, your smile, your touch,
the way you walked, the way you talked,
the way you looked at me, meant so much.
I remember all the words you said to me,
some funny, some kind, some wise,
all of the things you did for me,
I see now with different eyes.
I remember every moment we shared,
seems like only yesterday,
or maybe it was eons ago,
It's really hard to say.
You are gone from me now,
but one thing they can't take away,
your memory resides inside my heart,
and lights up my darkest days.
Here is your February poem (one of my favorites) #MYLY
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
proud ...that's what you would be (and I'm sure you are) of your daughter Hunter. Proud of your sisters, Cherie and Rene, your brother Cory, and of your nieces and nephews.
We all Miss You and Love You (#MYLY)
- here is your January poem, Uncle Kelly
By Herself and Her Friends
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If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone,
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must, Parting is hell,
But Life goes on, So sing as well.
Joyce Grenfell
Here is your December poem, this one borrowed from John McCullagh:
Christmas Past
There is a spot
atop a hill
beneath an old shade tree.
It is the place my parents rest
and thus is dear to me.
It is a pleasant spot they chose,
now blanketed in snow.
I place my wreath and give a thought
to a Christmas long ago.
That Christmas Eve my father brought
a tree that filled the room.
My brother worked to fix the lights.
The girls sang Christmas tunes.
Atop the tree an ornament
A star that shone like gold.
Reminder of the miracle
of Christmas long ago.
The house is gone
and they have gone
Their youngest has grown old.
Still I recall my sisters voices
and that star that shone like gold.
Well it's almost Thanksgiving(my favorite holiday) but it seems to somehow have lost some of the appeal it once held for me. (It's still my favorite holiday, but the more family and loved ones that have passed it now leaves me feeling more melancholy with each year.
Love & Miss you.
Here is your November poem....
(I think the author is Nekia Thompson). This one "speaks to me", I hope you enjoy it too.
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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, I will not be here to see,
That the sun will rise and find your eyes; filled with tears for me,
But please know you're always in my heart, and I will forever love you,
And know, each time you think of me, I will be missing you too.
When tomorrow starts without me, I need you to understand,
That an angel came, he called my name and took me by the hand.
He told me it was time to go up to heaven far above,
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
When tomorrow starts without me, I know that you will cry,
For all my life I’d always thought that I would never die.
I had so much life ahead of me; I had so much to do,
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.
When tomorrow starts without me, I think of the good days, and the bad,
I thought of all our fights, next to all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed, just for a little while,
I would say I'd always be here, and then I'd make you smile.
When tomorrow starts without me, I'll realise that this could never be,
As all that would be left of me, is frozen in memories.
Then I thought of all the beautiful things that I would miss tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
When tomorrow starts without me I will walk through heaven’s gate,
I will feel at home even without my soul mate.
I know this is what I wanted, deep down within my bones,
And God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.
When tomorrow starts without me I see everything He promised me,
“Today your life on earth is past, and now you can be free.”
“I promise no tomorrow as today will always last,
And since it's all the same you will not be longing for the past.”
So when tomorrow starts without me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me I’m right here in your heart.
A LIMB HAS FALLEN
A limb has fallen from the family tree,
I keep hearing a voice that says
"Grieve not for me. Remember the best times,
the laughter, the song,
the good life lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you,
Keep smiling surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest,
Remembering all, now I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don't just stare at the wall.
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin,
Until the day comes we're together again."
-Author unknown
I think of you every day now, every time I think about your mom, or your sisters, or your beautiful daughter Hunter (you would be so proud of the young woman she is becoming). Miss you much - Uncle Kelly.
To My Sissy Orange, If I could just have one more day with you. I miss you terribly. There is a void in me that will never be filled. I hope you know how much I love you
"If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you."
- - Mary Lee Hall
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile
Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day
Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
(Wendell Barry)
Jamie, you are missed by so many and so dearly loved,
but we know you are free now, so go and rest in the grace of the world
and the peace of wild things. Until we see you again.
So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me
Happy Birthday Jamie,
by Unknown
Each morning when we awake
we know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness
and many tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
Our thoughts are always with you,
your place no one can fill.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
There will always be a heartache,
and often a silent tear,
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here.
If tears could make a staircase,
And heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you home again.
We hold you close within our hearts,
And there you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again.
Our family chain is broken now,
And nothing will be the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
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We miss you dearly JMS
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife."
- - -{Charlotte Bronte}
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Jamie, it's been just over six months now
we never realized how we would all miss
you until you left.
Praying for you.
Every day it hurts that your gone. Everyday!
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Uncle Kelly
MYLY
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.
Please be patient.
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing
at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest
and its grand majesty - remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts,
your memories of the times we loved,
the times we cried, the times we fought,
the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me,
I will never be gone.