Please tell me Lord what should I do?
Should I come back to you?
I know that I am a terrible sinner,
and
that you love me no matter what
I have done.

I never meant to go a stray,
but somehow it ended up that way,
and
Now I knew your strength and
guidance and
tell me what to do
should I please come back to you.

I come to you on bended knee,
I admit I am a sinner to thee,
I repent to you of all my sins,
and once again I will a children
of yours.

I ask that you lead me once again, and
accepted me back once again.

Night time has come,
Day time has ended,
Saturday night has come,
Sunday is about to begin
a new day and a new week
for everyone

Night time brings with it
the sweet relief of peace sleep
and
with it comes with a night full
of dreams,

Night time has come,
with bright stars in the skies,
where everyone can look up into
it
and make a wish and wonder why
everything happened why?

Yes, night has fallen, a wonderful
time to just reflect on the reason why?

My favorite season is
Lady Spring,
She brings with her a
happy song and
everyone listens to her
sing her song.
She is an array of bright colors
of her season, pink, yellow, and blue,
and she makes the grass grow into
a perfect spring green too.
She makes the flowers blooms and sing out
in song,
that Lady Spring is always singing her song.
Lady Spring will not be long for long,
as her sister, Lady Summer follows her
three months later with much warmer weather.

You always remembered me,
when no one else did,
You were always remembered
me
on the holidays and on
my birthday when no
one else did,
You were more of a sister to me,
when my own sisters never were
to me,
You always remembered me
when no one else did.

Is there a more beautiful time of year
when Lady Winter appears?
She is array in her white apparel
that glistens in the snow,
She makes every thing so
beautiful and white,
and fresh like freshly fallen snow.

She appears in different shapes of snow
flakes, how beautiful  her shape takes on
and hit the ground so children may
play in her.

Oh Lady Winter here is not here forever,
she is only here for three a months a year,
but she makes everything fresh and clean
and clear.

Sunny autumn days here,
people are glad because
it brings them good cheer.

They aren't having to over dress
an to many clothes, just enough
to keep them warm and cozy.

Sunny autumn days are
bright, they lead into
cool autumn nights,
Just right to snuggle up
in a favorite blanket
during the night
Summer autumn nights
are just right

Summer autumn days are just
right, people come and go,
and relieved that the summer
heat is gone from their sight.

They don't complain about autumn
days or autumn nights,
They love both of them because
they are just right.

Saturdays are like any day,
they end the week,
so people can stay home,
and do their house hold
work.
Some of them going shopping,
Some of them watch t.v.
Some of them sleep late because
it is Saturday and the beginning of
the weekend.

Saturday is followed by Sunday,
The beginning of a brand new week
and many people will go to church
and worship God as it must be.

Some of them will stay at home,
sit down and watch their T.V.'s
to watch their favorite NFL foot ball teams
or World Series Game.
Either waiting for victory or defeat.

The weekends are here,
The time of  good cheer,
Everyone will be headed
out to the pubs
to have an ice cold beer,

Some will stay home,
to watch the world series
game, and wonder
who will be the victor
no one will know until the end of the game.

Sunday brings with it,
a day to worship God,
and everyone will go
to Church and listen
to his word,
but when the weekend
is over and Monday
comes again,
a new work week it will
bring with it
for me and for you.

Children are a gift from God,
but sometimes our children
go wrong,
We try to bring them up right,
and still they go stray although
we teach them right,
Children grow up, and
they think on their own,
They think they don't need us,
but how they are wrong,
Just because our children have grown,
doesn't necessary mean they don't need
us anymore.
Our children are a blessing from above,
but sometimes when they grow up
they leave us alone,
and all they think is about themselves,
and this we did not teach them when
they were young.

I wish you were here by my side,
but unfortunately you had to die,
and
When I was told that you died
All I could do is cry.

I know that you are in a better place,
I know that you are no longer in pain,
This is what I would wish for you,
but
I surely do miss you.
I wish you were by my side,
and
One day we will both see each other
in Paradise.

Dear Rebecca,
Dear Rebecca.
It is too late,
Too make your
peace with your
father because
he passed away.

You had all the time you
needed to make your peace
with him and now he is gone
and you never did.

He passed away of Prostrate
Cancer in November
of 2008 and now
you will never get to know
him for it is
too late.

Don't trust your family,
They will not always be there
for you,
one minute they will say they
believe in you, the next
minute they will be back
stabbing you and say
that they don't believe in you.

Oh, I have seen it many times before,
family doesn't care if you walk out the door,
They will not help you when you need them,
They mock you and tell you how you
have messed up your life, it is like they
are stabbing you with a knife.

Trust not your family, because they
will not be there for you at all in
the future or present.

When I was twenty-two years old,
I found out I was pregnant,
with my second child,
I went to my family for help,
but they turned their backs on me for help,
To them I had done the unpardonable sin,
by getting pregnant once again,
and this was because before I was married
and now I was divorced
and an ***** mother who did not
deserve her baby.
I had two sisters who could have cared for me,
but no they both took a stab at me,
and ruined my life for me and helped
the state to take my baby away from me.

My daughter was placed into foster care
and take care by strangers and then she was placed into
an adoptive home with adoptive parents who could not
love her as much as me
and from them she hear they wished they never had
adopted her because of mental illness she had inherited
from her real family.
My daughter today is thirty two years of age,
she is loss to me and she has cut me off
from her because she will not listen to me.
All I can do is pray that one day before it is too late that
she will return to me.
This is because I love her unconditionally and
have no regrets that I gave birth to her thirty two
years ago.

Monday are here once,
What do they bring with them,
Just a new week with nothing
to add,
Just a new week that may be sad,
Mondays may bring tears with them,
No wonder why I dread Mondays
so bad,
Mondays make me feel sad and
Monday made me break down
in tears and I look forward to
when Tuesday gets here.

What lust can't do
Love can do,
Love can make you feel
good,
whereas lust is temporary and
makes you feel bad about
something that you did do,
Love casts all fear away,
Lust doesn't cast all fear away,
it can cause fear as
if someone is just using you
for ****** pleasure to please
themselves.
I would rather have love than lust
any day.

Sunday Tears,
that is what Sundays are for,
Sunday tears that fall
from my eyes,

Sunday tears
make me want to die,
Sunday tears that break my heart,
that is because we are no more,
Sundays have broken my heart
into parts, because Sundays
have made us depart

Sundays are no longer special to me,
they make me think of you and me,
and that you are not here with me,
I much prefer to Monday morning,
maybe I can get through the week
without weekday tears, but when
Sunday comes again I break down
with Sunday tears.

I am trying not to lose my faith in thee oh Lord,
It has been very hard through my life,
I have lost so many of the people I have loved,
and
You leave me here
May I ask you what more is that
in which you are trying to teach me?

I am not one for money, nor for wealth,
I am not one for lust but I do ask
ask for happiness and peace of mind
to get through my life of hell.

I need to know what more I need to
do so you will call me home
to you oh Lord,
I don't want to lose my faith in thee,
so I ask you to show me the way
back to thee.
I ask that you humble me and turn me
into the kind of person you would want
me to be.

Once I use to go to Mass
every Sunday morning gladly,
it gave me strength and peace of mind,
don't ask me why I  have stopped going
to Mass now,
It does little or nothing for me now,
Every Sunday I would get up,
and get ready to go to Mass,
It was every thing to me,
but please don't ask me now
why I stopped going to Mass
it means nothing to me,
I guess when you died, and I had to
go alone,
it started to mean nothing to me,
as I could not stand going by myself
and no one would want to accompany me.
This is the reason why I stopped going to Mass
because you are not with me.
Mass once meant everything to me and now
it means nothing to me like organized religion
means nothing to me.
Have I lost my faith, no I have not
I have just loss the organized religion in me.

I  can't say good-bye,
because part of me would certain die,
my heart would break,
my eyes  break down in cry,
This is why I can't  say good-bye,

When I had to let you go when you
died, all I did was cry,
and ever since my eyes have not
been dry,

I can't say good bye,
It is just to hard for me to say it now,
if I had to say good bye now,
I would most certainly die.

I  can't let go of you,
please don't ask that of me,
all I have is memories of you
that is why I can't let go of you,

I can't let go of you,
my heart stays in one piece
as long as I have you,

I know you would tell me,
it is time to let go of you,
so you can rest in peace,
but I would not
rest in peace if  I
let go of you,
so I must hold onto
you
because you are special to me.

The once happy life I use to live is no more,
I don't live it anymore because when
you died,
all the doors were closed and shut up
forever more,
There were but tears, and heart break,
not moving on, but wishing that
you were with me here
telling me that could do it.

You are not here to tell me,
All the doors have been closed and shut,
my life since your death has been in
a terrible rut.
I can't move a head, and I have tried,
all I think about is that I want to
die and be with you.

My once happy life is no more
because you are not any it anymore
and I am alone and my heart
is broken and all I can think of
is I want to be called home to be
with you.

Sunday was once important to me,
It meant going to Mass and
praying to me,
but when God called you home,
it meant nothing to me,
now Sunday means nothing to me.

Religion has no longer has a place in my life,
that is because my frail heart has been
cut with a knife,
It is just a bunch of senseless words,
it gives me no comfort like it did once.

I wish Sunday did mean something to me once
again, but I don't think it will because
you are not here,

It is not the fact that I have love my lost for the Lord,
I just can't go into Mass alone, and not think
about you anymore.

I know what you will tell me to do if you were here,
I need to go Mass and hear God's Word
To take his body and blood, and let it
nourish me, and I will be well one again,
spiritually.

Sunday will come and Sunday will go,
like they always do and you will be on my mind
like you always are.

I think of you every day and every night,
I miss you more than ever know and I wish
you were here by my side.

I would rather have love than lust,
Lust does nothing for you,
It does not make you feel good,
It makes you feel as if you are doing
something wrong,

I would rather have a song in my heart,
than lust in my heart,
because it will steer you wrong,
a love song will never leave you
a stray,
Lust will leave you a stray,
and you will be alone,
in your bed.
I would rather have love than lust,
and I would rather be loving you
than lusting after you.

My music i s me,
I am my music,
It reflects the kind of person I am
in music and in song,
I love The Carpenters, as well as Franz Liszt,
I love Gordon Lightfoot as well as Fredrick Chopin,
I love to sing and I love to dance,
It tells you who I really am.

My music is me,
I am my music,
It reflects the kind of person
I am music and song,

It will tell you if I am depressed,
If I am in love,
It will tell you if I am lonely,
or If I am moody,
I am my music and my music
is me and tells you all about me

Lady Summer, how you sing,
You tell your sister, Lady Spring,
It is your time to sing,
Your colors so beautiful,
Your temperatures so warm,
People look forward to you,
because you are

Some times you can be too hot,
Some times you can be just right,
Some times you bring on summer storms,
that cool the summer nights,

The summer storms that you bring,
turn summer grass into summer green,
and you make the flowers sing,
The flowers sing out that you are
here, but you are here only
three months out of a year.

Lady Autumn oh how you sing,
you bring with you the colors
of gold, red, and green,
Your voice sounds so loud and clear,
You let everyone that your sister,
Lady Winter is near.
You are not to hot nor too cold,
You are perfect in your temperatures
for people to take a stroll
You are here but three
months a year,
and
then Lady Winter comes
and she is here.

I still cry over you although it has been
three years now,
My tears roll down my cheeks,
and cloud my blue eyes,
because I miss you so much
and
I don't know if I can go on
without you.

The pain is deep down in my heart,
I wish it would stop beating so I
would not feel this pain that I feel
since you left me three years ago.

I just want to be with you again,
and all this pain will go away,
no more crying I will do,
and my blue eyes will be able
to behold you once again.

No one understands how I feel
still since I loss you.
I pray every day and every night,
that my time will come so
be can be together forever as
one again.

I remember our last holidays we spent together,
I never will forget them,
How happy they were, and then
all of a sudden you were gone and
taken from me all of a sudden
by death.

The decision was left up to me,
to take you off the life support machine,
I watched you leave this life,
and
leave me by myself to cry.

Now my eyes are never dry,
and all I can do is pray that
the Lord let's me die
so I can be with you again
forever.

Holidays are not happy for me now,
because you are not with me ever
again.

Lady Spring Time replaces her sister, Lady Winter Time,
with warmer weather and helps to melt her sisters,
snow that helps make the flowers grow.
Lady Spring time is dressed in beautiful colors,
pink, blue, and yellow, and she is the most beautiful
of all the seasons of God's created season.
She is just perfect for spring time months,
because she gives out just enough warmth in the day time
and cool in the night times.
Unlike her sisters, she is the mildest of seasons,
she has the sweetest smile of all of them.
When she comes it is for such a little while
and then she tells us that her sister,
Lady Summer is on her way, and she is the hottest
month of the four seasons.
Each season makes their way for each other to come,
and all have special reasons in God's created heaven above.

Lady Winter Time Is On Her Way,
She tells her sister, Autumn to be on her way,
Lady Winter is clothed in glistening array,
Lady Winter Time is on her way.

She comes with glistening snow,
and cold temperatures, to let us
know, that she is the coldest
of seasons for us to live with.

Sometimes Lady Winter can be kind of us,
and no snow she will give to us,
She can hand us warm weather and then
give us a snow blizzard.

Lady Winter is here only for three months  of the
years and then her sweet sister, Lady Spring
is in the air, to warm up the earth and
make the flowers to grow,  Lady
Spring arrives and makes the snow
to melt that helps the flowers to grow.

Summer time has come,
Summer has gone,
The shades of autumn
bring with it
the perfect hues
of red, yellow, and golden brown,
Indian Summers does autumn bring,
and with Autumn does she bring
in song of autumn leaves that fall
off the trees.
Warm Summer days and cool autumn nights,
they are perfect to sleep through autumn nights.
Cool autumn days are not quite here,
but soon everyone will be ready for what she tells you to wear
what autumn bring with her.
Autumn is not to cold nor she is to hot,
she is just perfect is she not.
Autumn is around for three months a year,
than her dear sister Winter is here.

I live in the darkness,
and not in the light,
I live for death, and
not for life,
I live to see you shining
eyes, but that won't
come until I die.

I live in the darkness,
and not in the light,
I live to be near
you at the time,
but that won't come
until I die

I live for the darkness,
I don't live for the light,
I look for you to be
ever by my side,
I pray that will come soon,
my despair will be over soon,
and we will be together forever
my love.

I walk alone in this world,
without you by my side,
I lay my head down on my
pillow and all I can do is cry
I think of all the holidays that
we spend together by each other's
side,  
I walk alone in this world, and all
I can do is cry.
I think about those holidays that meant
so much to me, but not as much
as you did because you made them
special for me,
Holidays come and holidays go,
I am alone again, but one day soon,
I will be back with you and I will
be happy again.

Indian Summers
warm in the days
and
cool in the nights
Indian summers oh
what a  perfect delight,
it neither to cold nor
to hot to sleep,
Indian Summers are
just perfect for me.
Indian Summers
watch the leaves turn into colors
of Autumn delight,
orange, yellow, and golden brown
so wonderfully hued, in
Indian Summers are
meant for me and for you.

Sundays come and Sundays goes
Monday follows Sundays,
Monday brings with it a brand new week,
Some times Monday brings with it rain.

Mondays some times has sunny days,
The sun is nice and bright,
Autumn brings with it Indian Summers,
warm days and cooler nights.

I hear the thunderstorms come through,
It cools off all the week,
It makes it a lot more comfortable
for everyone to sleep.

Dear Lord,
I beg thee to listen to me,
I bow down on bended knee,
and
I put my supplication to thee,
Oh Lord, I know I am falling apart,
All I want Lord is to happy again,
and smile once again,
I want you to forgive me,
for I know I grievously sinned against thee,
Help me to serve thee the way you
want me to serve thee, so I can be more
perfect like thee.
Oh Lord, I am falling apart,
Now pick me up and mold me,
Lead me back to where I can hear you
sacred word and take your body and blood
that will nourish me.
I know I am weak in the flesh and in the heart,
but I ask for thee forgiveness right from the start.

Was it so long ago,
it was just you and me,
Was it so long, now it is just me,
Every Sunday we would walk to Mass,
We would go out to eat lunch after wards,
Was it so long ago it just you and me,
Yes, it was so long ago, it was just you and me,
Now when I think about it is just me.

You left me three years ago and died,
My life I can't repair,
You left me three years ago and my
life is in despair,
I think of no one else but when it was
just you and me, but I can't have that
any more because you are not with me.

I live in a world that makes me tired,
I get up in the morning and
by twelve noon,
I am tired,

I am not lazy nor crazy,
just tired,
I wish I had the strength to go,
but I don't,
I am tired,

I am tired when I go to bed,
I am not sleepy,
I am tired and cry into my
pillow because I am tired,
tired of this of this life,
tired of trying,
tired of trying to be happy,
not sad,
I am just tired.

I am not jealous of you,
and what you have,
as it doesn't really
belong to you,

What I have is mine,
It has come true,
I don't have to reply on
anyone just myself
and I must be true

You rely on someone
to give you every thing you
need, and when you need it
on your knees you must bring,

I am not jealous of anything you
have because everything I have is mine,
and whatever I need I can get on my
own and I don't need someone to buy
it as you do right now.

Will you ever say your sorry
to me,
Will you ever say you regretted
what you did to me,
Will you ever repent your sins
to The Lord, and say
What you did to Roy and me
was wrong and that you
wished you never did it to us.

I have never heard it once,
This is because you have no consciences,
You are just like the rest of those
who can't say they are sorry what
they have done to me .

I know this is a terrible thing to say,
I really don't miss you in any way,
You were no better than Anna, in any way,
You both destroy my life in your own way.

The way we live is the way we die,
You took with you to many lives,
You destroyed two unborn children,
no consciences at the time,
You thought of yourself and not the unborn life.

When we live by the sword we die by the sword,
When we cause pain we suffer with the same horrid pain.

Perhaps if you had lived your life another way,
You would still be alive to see another day.
Your children are rotten to the core, and Anna
can't even raise them anymore.

Alissa destroyed John she did not care, but where
she learned that I dare not say where?

Did you care when you destroyed my life at all?
No, Anna and you were both rotten to the core.

I hope that God shows you mercy on judgment day,
or he will send you to far worse place.

I did cry some over you because thank God above I am not
like Anna nor you.
I was your sister in every word and I wanted you to
know that I was different from you and I pray
that God shows you justice and mercy when he
passes judgment on you.

I had a brother that was older than me,
my mother and father took him away from me,
I was twelve and he was nearly twenty-three,
my parent's did not care what they did to me,

My parent's drove him out of their house,
This is because he could not live they way
they wanted him to be,

I was only seven and he was nearly seventeen,
They drove my beloved oldest brother, Larry, away from me.

He was an artist, a poet, and a writer just like me,
what my parent's did to him they did to me,
I just outlived both of them yes indeed, I made it until
I was fifty-six years old indeed.

Now these many years have come and gone,
my dearest brother, Larry, is an angel and
he still writes his celestial songs in the heaven above,
He left this world when he was nearly twenty-three, and
I remember the tears of a brother that was taken from
me.
In Loving remembrance of my eldest brother,
Benjamin L. Wesson
Born December 8, 1944 to August 8, 1967
I will always love you and I will never forget you.

I come from a dysfunctional family
right from the very start,
I come from a dysfunctional family,
because not one of them had a warm heart,
I witnessed sister against sister,
brother against brother,
two parent's that always drank *****,
when they weren't arguing it is because
they were a fast a sleep in their bed room.

I was born into a dysfunctional family,
where no love was ever shown to me,
I saw my parent's send their oldest son
out into the cold world at 23.

When my oldest sister turned 17, she left my parent's
house because she could not take it see each other tearing each other
apart,

The youngest sister what can I say, she started to live in sin with a man
twice her age, but at least they made marriage work,
than what I would like to say,  is she happy this I don't know,
she says she is but I don't know, they were separated for some time,
because all they did was argue just like our parent's did all the time.

I stayed in my parent's apartment until I was 18 year old,  so I could legally leave,
I did the first of two mistakes I married a man who really did not love me.
The only good thing I could say about him he let me see the world,
but he was dreadfully cruel to me and I had leave him for my own good.

Now both my mother and father are dead,
so is oldest brother and sister,  I don't know which way
they were judged and nor if they went to heaven.

I live my life in a quiet way, no one do I bother
I am this way for a reason because I all alone, because
all of those men I have loved have already been called
home.

You never loved me like you said,
right from the very start,
You never really loved me,
from deep down in your heart,
You reminded me of my parent's
very cruel and mean as they were to me,

You promised to take care me,
This promise you never meant to keep,
When I grew sick, you left me, and
tried to mold me into someone you
wanted me to be, rather than just
to accept me the way God meant me
to be.

Your love was like dry ice, it burnt me and I had leave,
It was my life or your life, and this wasn't meant to be,
You were a heartless man, with no loving in your heart,
I should have listen to my cousin from the very start.

Time has come and time has gone, you are now alone,
but no second chances I will give you, and you have no place
call home.

Even your own family has turned their backs on you,
Do you ask yourself why every night, it is because of you.

To The Only Husband I Really Loved,
with all my heart,
To The Only Husband I really loved,
right from the very start,
when our blue eyes first met one another
we knew we were meant to be,
but than my sister and the State had other
plans and they both destroyed you and me.

We never stopped loving each other,
although we did depart,
I remember the very last words you told me,
You had never stopped loving me,
You told me I was a good woman,
I told you there was no such thing,

You told me you wished me were still married,
and to this I had to agree,

When I was told that you died of cancer in
November of 2008, it broke my fragmented heart,
this is because you were the only husband I really
loved for the very start.

Three years have come and gone, and I miss you
very much, but  I know one day we will see each
other in heaven up above.

In Loving Remembrance of Roy L. Mock
December 13, 1953- November 25, 2008
Always loved but never forgotten.

Eternity,  I wonder how it must be,
I long to see it, oh Lord, please take me,
I look up into your bright blue skies,
I see your creation and I am one
of them who must die,
Eternity its beauty and grace,
I think of no other place,
I think of those that I have loved and
died,
I know they must be waiting for me
up in the celestial skies
They wait for me at heaven's gate,
My tears run down my face,
The real reason why I cry,
is because I am granting eternal
life.

My parents wanted the perfect daughter in me,
they made all the plans and expected greatness from me,
When I could not live up to what they wanted me to be,
They made my life a living hell for me,

They called me all the most degrading names,
They thought I was lazy, but never said to the
same to their other daughters

No matter how hard I tried to please them,
It was not could enough nor the same,
I was still called lazy all the same,

When I married the first time,
They were happy and glad,
they got rid of a lazy daughter they thought they had,

When people tried to tell them I was not lazy, I was strong,
they did not believe this they said they were wrong,

Well when they both died, I did not go to  their funerals,
nor did I weep any tears, that would be bogus, because
because it was clear I was never the daughter I grew up to be,
so why should I cry any tears for either of them.

I am not perfect,
I was not meant to be,
that is what he expected me to be,
The Perfect Wife,
To do as he bid,
and
When I did not he would abuse me
when we went to our bed,
He beat me senseless black and blue,
I really did not know at the time what to do,
But finally it came to me,
I had to make my get way and leave him
just so I could be me

He tried to come back many years ago,
He asked for a second chance I told him NO!
If he couldn't love then how could he love me now,
There was no way he could do it now.

A second wife he took, I know little about her,
She lives in Ireland,
She must have found out about him as I did along ago,
He wanted the perfect wife to live with and do as she was
told.

I dare not tell anyone
about my suicidal thoughts
that are going through my
head,
They are there every day and night,
I think of them often when I am
alone and everyone I have loved is dead,
I don't confine to my psychiatrist,
He will start worrying to much,
He will try to put me into a hospital,
just makes me a lot worse.

I have to ask myself what the consequences there might be,
If I try suicide once again, will it be heaven or hell for me?

I know that Our Lord is rich is mercy and justice and forgiveness
I am taught, but surely he can see that I am over wrought.

Do I simply wait for my turn when I called up home into Heaven,
where all the ones I have loved and died are waiting to meet me.

Suicidal Thoughts, they run through my head,  but I know they are just
that, I would never try it once again because I am much braver than that.

I have been blessed three times in my life,
I had three wonderful soul-mates
that loved me and knew when I needed them.

Sometimes one only finds one soul-mate throughout their live,
but I had three that were there for me and I love each of them
with all my life.

Each were special to me, and different in his own way,
but they loved me for who and what I am and that
was important to me as a person.

One by one the Lord called each of them home,
When he did this I felt myself being all alone,

My tears flowed like rivers down my cheeks,
This is because I knew it would be a long time
before we would ever see each other again.

Each died a tragic death, and I saw put to rest,
but I haven't seen any rest since they have died
just endless tears and depression.

Sometimes when I still and I listen very hard,
I can hear each of them call out to me to please
go on.

I know in my heart that they are all watching over me
from up above and each of them are singing a celestial song.

In Loving Memory of:
Donald S. Martino
October 31, 1934- November 4, 1996
John Richard David Werdell
March 1, 1950- December 3, 2002
Frank A. Kratochvil
Septemeber 8, 1948- January 28, 2008

Gone but never forgotten but alway loved.