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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Wilfred Horne, 93 years old, born on August 16, 1922, and passed away on October 23, 2015. We will remember him forever.
You were dead to me long before Mom died. Forever the control freak, you used your own sick wife to punish Aunt Terry and me. Mom wanted to be buried where her children could visit her, not in Arlington. But true to form, you defied HER wishes, cremated her and had her ashes put in your coffin. How pathetically sadistic. You didn't only take my mother and Aunt Terry's sister and last living sibling from us; you took us from her. I can only imagine what she was thinking.....where were we and why didn't we visit her anymore? It was always about control,and stamping your feet. You had as much right to preach on an altar as Charles Manson. I hope my cat, Puffin, the one that you killed to spite me, greeted you with open claws upon your last breath. Fear not, your evil lives on in Rosemarie and Mary Therese. I am accomplishing something you never did...I'm writing a book....about you and your sadistic thieving family. May your god never forgive you. I never will.
You were dead to me long before Mom died. Forever the control freak, you used your own sick wife to punish Aunt Terry and me. Mom wanted to be buried where her children could visit her, not in Arlington. But true to form, you defied HER wishes, cremated her and had her ashes put in your coffin. How pathetically sadistic. You didn't only take my mother and Aunt Terry's sister and last living sibling from us; you took us from her. I can only imagine what she was thinking.....where were we and why didn't we visit her anymore? It was always about control,and stamping your feet. You had as much right to preach on an altar as Charles Manson. I hope my cat, Puffin, the one that you killed to spite me, greeted you with open claws upon your last breath. Fear not, your evil lives on in Rosemarie and Mary Therese. I am accomplishing something you never did...I'm writing a book....about you and your sadistic thieving family. May your god never forgive you. I never will.