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I love you mom. I miss you.
Love, Marilyn
Lori and I worked together in DC in the late 70's and we had wonderful, fun filled friendship. We stayed friends throughout the years, but once I left Florida to relocate back to Connecticut, we saw less of each other. I did get to spend time with she and Jennifer throughout the years. Her bond with Jen was one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Jen hung the moon as far as Lori was concerned. Lori was one of the funniest, smartest and loving person I have ever met. I will never forget you, Lori. You, Doll and Jack continue to love and protect Jenny from heaven.
ooxx
Deb
Uncle Bill
I know it's been a while since I've been on here, but I know I talk to you every day. You were loved so much by so many and still are. I miss having goofy times with you and having our lunches out together. I was just missing you, Mimi and Papa today. Dad too, I guess.Hope you all are up there having a great time. No fighting! Haha. I love you and miss you every day.
I'm Glad I found this page. R.I.P Lori I love you, always.Man how time flies... I miss so many of those perfect days that I never took for granted I miss them too much. They are truly years in the past. Many of those amazing memories include your wonderful mother, she was so giving, helpful and kind to me and my brother. I will never forget her, you or any of those days at the Tennis Club's pool/Court's, Egret Lakes, The Town Houses, Lyton ct, The Georgia(Family Reunion!), My dad's House or Jensen Beach. I hope someday soon we can have some more!
Sincerley, Nick Zapetis nzapeti@gmail.com
Well, you'll never believe it. I'm back in school. I'm going back to school for my bachelor's in Human Services. I told my advisor that you were a social worker and she said I came from a "helper". I smiled because I know it is true. I still can't believe you're gone. I just think we're going through another tough time and yet I always ended up at your door just to hug you. You were always so little!! Everytime I hugged you I would smell something different, yet the same nostalgic scent. You had your beauty creams and perfumes from france and no matter how tired you were, those hazel eyes would get me every time.
It seems like it was a ritual. You would answer the door in your silk pajamas and I would come in and immediately start doing your dishes. I'd make you your favorite parmesean flatbread and we would talk for hours on end. You'd catch me up on the latest Grey's Anatomy and Scandal while I did a load of laundry for you. We'd talk about traveling and how much you just wanted to get out and see the world. I wish so much that I could have given that to you.You'll never guess what! Remember how much you loved the Thirsty Turtle in Juno? It opened here in PSL! Right off Gatlin! I know we wouldve had a blast there and you would go crazy for their grouper lol. You've always been a sucker for grouper.
I love you and miss you everyday, Mom. Forever and for always
ooxx Debbie
You, see, too everyone who knew my mother, she was a giver. A lover. A hardworker. A friend. And yes, a really good fighter lol. As I quote one of our favorite movies (which we also loved to hate because it could describe us so well), Even when she's difficult, when the fight is too much, there's something about her, some romance, some power. She's absolutely herself. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get to her. And when she dies, the world will be flat, too simple, reasonable, fair. Life will not be the same without her. I will not be the same without her."
― Mona Simpson, Anywhere But Here
Today in your honor we shared old stories...some where even true, and we laughed as Lori would have wanted us to do. Gone but not forgotten.
The Lady named Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being..
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze..
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and
have a couple of kids...' No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football
banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and
stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her
prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this
whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me
just tell you what I know.' As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't
do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am
eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody! Can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our
daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had
begun all those months ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Saturday, March 29th, 11:30 AM
Daylesford Abbey
220 S. Valley Road
Paoli, PA 19301
Phone: 610.647-2530
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She was one in a million
My Mother
It has almost been 1 year since my mom's passing. There hasn't been a day or a night that I haven't thought about her. Dreams come nightly and she is in every one of them. Everytime I wake up because I feel the dream is so real or there is such a dawning moment when I know that she is gone, there is a favorite memory I go back to. It's Christmas time and I am four years old. Most people may think the human mind is too young to retain memories at that age, but I completely remember. Right down to the pajamas I was wearing. My mom always wanted to give me everything she could and that Christmas was no exception. it was the second year my father wasnt around so we made it our own. I remember us setting up the antique wooden chairs all aroung our tiny living room, lighting up the christmas tree and playing a melody of christmas carols on the cassette player while we danced in our pajamas with homemade tambourines. I remember stepping over one of the antique chairs and stopping. I stopped and turned arounf to look at my mom and tell her that I thought this was the best christmas ever. It was. To this day, it still is.
You, see, too everyone who knew my mother, she was a giver. A lover. A hardworker. A friend. And yes, a really good fighter lol. As I quote one of our favorite movies (which we also loved to hate because it could describe us so well), Even when she's difficult, when the fight is too much, there's something about her, some romance, some power. She's absolutely herself. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get to her. And when she dies, the world will be flat, too simple, reasonable, fair. Life will not be the same without her. I will not be the same without her."
― Mona Simpson, Anywhere But Here