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THANK YOU TO ALL WHO VISIT OUR BELOVED JENNY.
IT IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
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Jen had an outgoing personality and loved people. She was exceptionally photogenic and playful humor about her.
Jen had just turned 40 when she passed on, due to internal hemorrhages caused by bleeding from esophageal varices.
She is survived by her mother, her four sisters and their husbands, three nieces and four nephews. Also an uncle, an aunt and two cousins.
She will be sadly missed by all of us.
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Thank you with all my heart to my sweet friend:
Valencia Angel of Mine for sponsoring our dear niece's page.
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And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
Michael Joncas
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I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done
*************************
Remember me when flowers bloom
early in the Spring.
Remember me on Sunny days,
in the fun that summer brings.
Remember me in the Fall,
as you walk through the leaves of Gold.
And remember me in the wintertime,
in the stories that are told.
But most of all remember,
Each day-right from the start.
I will be forever near,
For I live within your heart.
**********
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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The Little Ship. . . I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted her white sails with a golden light and as she disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "She is gone". But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "She is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here she comes!"
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The Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.
**********
Jesus said unto her [Martha], I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this? - John 11: 25-26.
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO VISIT OUR BELOVED JENNY.
IT IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
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Jen had an outgoing personality and loved people. She was exceptionally photogenic and playful humor about her.
Jen had just turned 40 when she passed on, due to internal hemorrhages caused by bleeding from esophageal varices.
She is survived by her mother, her four sisters and their husbands, three nieces and four nephews. Also an uncle, an aunt and two cousins.
She will be sadly missed by all of us.
*************************
Thank you with all my heart to my sweet friend:
Valencia Angel of Mine for sponsoring our dear niece's page.
*************************
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
Michael Joncas
*************************
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done
*************************
Remember me when flowers bloom
early in the Spring.
Remember me on Sunny days,
in the fun that summer brings.
Remember me in the Fall,
as you walk through the leaves of Gold.
And remember me in the wintertime,
in the stories that are told.
But most of all remember,
Each day-right from the start.
I will be forever near,
For I live within your heart.
**********
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
**********
The Little Ship. . . I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted her white sails with a golden light and as she disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "She is gone". But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "She is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here she comes!"
**********
The Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.
**********
Jesus said unto her [Martha], I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this? - John 11: 25-26.
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THANK YOU TO ALL WHO VISIT OUR BELOVED JENNY.
IT IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
\=================================================/
Jen had an outgoing personality and loved people. She was exceptionally photogenic and playful humor about her.
Jen had just turned 40 when she passed on, due to internal hemorrhages caused by bleeding from esophageal varices.
She is survived by her mother, her four sisters and their husbands, three nieces and four nephews. Also an uncle, an aunt and two cousins.
She will be sadly missed by all of us.
*************************
Thank you with all my heart to my sweet friend:
Valencia Angel of Mine for sponsoring our dear niece's page.
*************************
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
Michael Joncas
*************************
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done
*************************
Remember me when flowers bloom
early in the Spring.
Remember me on Sunny days,
in the fun that summer brings.
Remember me in the Fall,
as you walk through the leaves of Gold.
And remember me in the wintertime,
in the stories that are told.
But most of all remember,
Each day-right from the start.
I will be forever near,
For I live within your heart.
**********
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
**********
The Little Ship. . . I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted her white sails with a golden light and as she disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "She is gone". But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "She is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here she comes!"
**********
The Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.
**********
Jesus said unto her [Martha], I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this? - John 11: 25-26.
THANK YOU TO ALL WHO VISIT OUR BELOVED JENNY.
IT IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
\=================================================/
Jen had an outgoing personality and loved people. She was exceptionally photogenic and playful humor about her.
Jen had just turned 40 when she passed on, due to internal hemorrhages caused by bleeding from esophageal varices.
She is survived by her mother, her four sisters and their husbands, three nieces and four nephews. Also an uncle, an aunt and two cousins.
She will be sadly missed by all of us.
*************************
Thank you with all my heart to my sweet friend:
Valencia Angel of Mine for sponsoring our dear niece's page.
*************************
And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.
Michael Joncas
*************************
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done
*************************
Remember me when flowers bloom
early in the Spring.
Remember me on Sunny days,
in the fun that summer brings.
Remember me in the Fall,
as you walk through the leaves of Gold.
And remember me in the wintertime,
in the stories that are told.
But most of all remember,
Each day-right from the start.
I will be forever near,
For I live within your heart.
**********
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
**********
The Little Ship. . . I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted her white sails with a golden light and as she disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "She is gone". But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "She is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here she comes!"
**********
The Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.
**********
Jesus said unto her [Martha], I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this? - John 11: 25-26.
