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| In Memoriam
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Clara Marsh
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Alvahteen Anderson
For me, there was only one Mother who was my rock - or as I lovingly
called her the Battleship as a teen to keep her from knowing I was
speaking of her in my conversations to my friends . She grew to love her
nick name; and I grew to revere my best friend for the wisdom she
imparted to me, the love she showered me with all of my life and was
always swift to my call for assistance. A stern friend and Benevolent
mother and my personal crown jewel who helped me to keep the faith many
nights of burning the midnight oils studying. |
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Dorothy Wilson
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Death is simply the
portal to new beginnings and peace for the person
who leaves this planet with grace. It is a time to
heal; a time for those left behind to be able to
review and reflect on their life with the departed.
Dorothy has passed into spirit; a place where she
will be free of pain, fear, anger, frustration and
all of what was troubling her. She has been welcomed
by her loving husband and those who have gone before
her; greeted with open arms and a love that cannot
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As the sun started to peek over the horizon at 5:12
a.m. Tuesday, Aug. 23rd at 5:12 am God in HIS mercy looked down and took
one of his beloved children home. She took her last breath on this earth
ending one year of human suffering. Her spirit kept the lesson and
tradition of her life, and continued to press on winning over adversity,
fighting unacceptable odds and faithful to the knowledge that "Love
Conquers All." Her generous loving heart continued to beat until 5:25
a.m. as the last goodbye to her children.
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Peacefully entered rest on Sunday, June 20, 2010. She is
survived by her daughter, Brenda Kelley Nelum and her son-in-law,
Adolphus L. Nelum, both of Woodbridge, Virginia. She is also
survived by a host of other relatives and friends. Visitation
Tuesday, June 29, 2010 at the Saint Frances De Sales Catholic
Church, 2021 Rhode Island Avenue, Washington, DC, 20018 from 10 a.m.
until Mass of Christian Burial at 11 a.m. Interment Fort Lincoln
Cemetery. Arrangements by McGuire Funeral Home.
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Delores L. Hanhauser
HANHAUSER, DOLORES L. - of
Port St. Lucie, FL, formerly of Margate and Ventnor passed away
peacefully in her Daughter's arms on August 1, 2009.
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John T. Donovan of Daly City, California passed away peacefully in his daughter's home in Las Vegas, May 3rd 2009. He was the former Director of Enforcement of the Bay Area Air Quality Management Board. Previous to that job he was the Auditor in Charge of the history making California "outpost" in Chicago. Dad had a special twinkle in his eye, and an infectious smile that endeared him to everyone that he met. He was an extraordinary man that was always there for his family and friends. He was often the first person that people would turn to when they needed some sound advice or just a caring ear to listen. He enjoyed the unobstructed Pacific Ocean view from his beloved Daly City home of over 40 years. Some of his best times were spent reclining in his easy chair, drinking a cup of hot cocoa, while listening to Johnny Mathis and watching the hang gliders soar over the cliffs and ocean directly behind his home. He also loved travelling. Thankfully, dad was able to travel with his daughter, son in law, and grandchildren to New York, Tahoe and numerous trips to their cabin in Utah up until just a few months ago. Sadly, in his final years, dad became a victim of the once well intentioned, but now misguided guardianship system. Due to a family squabble, the San Mateo Public Guardian became involved in Dad's life as his temporary guardian. As a result, dad was forced to pay $15,000 per month for care. He would not be able to stay in his home very long at those exorbitant costs. The next step would be the selling of his home, and forcement into a nursing home against his will. Although the squabble was quickly resolved with all family members agreeing that his daughter should be his guardian, the Public Guardian's Office stubbornly refused to let go. When asked by dad's longtime neighbor why they would not release their control of him as there was no longer any need for their involvement, she was informed that they had too much time and money involved in his case to just let him go. As a result, dad's beloved home overlooking the ocean was sold against his wishes and his belongings were disposed of. Dad will be so sadly missed. But he will be lovingly remembered. For further
information, please contact his daughter at
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My mother, Frieda Eversole, born November 6, 1910, passed away on Saturday, April 25, 2009 at the age of 98-and-a-half. One of six children, mother was also a fourth cousin to Abraham Lincoln, of which she was justly proud. She spent the first fourteen years of her life on a farm in southern Alabama, and then moved to Birmingham, AL, eventually attended and graduated from college during the Great Depression. She married my father, Finley Pratt Eversole, a year later. I was born a year-and-a-half into their marriage and am their only child. Throughout her life, mother was an astonishingly hard worker, compassionate and generous to all around her, always thinking of others first. After World War II she spent at least a year gathering clothing and bedding and shipping it to victims in war torn countries in Europe. She loved to entertain and was an exceptional cook. She had an infectious smile to the very end. Only after my father’s passing in May 1999 did I discover her quick wit and amazing sense of humor. Just one example: a couple months before her death, as I often did, I said to her, “I love you.” A few seconds later I asked, “Do you love me?” Her reply: “Yes. Aren’t you lucky!” Sometimes she would simply smile and say, “I love me too.” My parents and I were close despite spending many years of our adult lives spent far apart.
Taking care of my
mother the final eleven years of her life has been the greatest
privilege of my life. The love she shared taught me more about love
than I could have imagined possible. Letting her go is difficult on
some levels, but we are spiritual beings in physical bodies, and her
body had been too confining for her bright soul for some time. Now
she is free. I believe the bonds of love are never broken and that
the life and love we shared for this all-too-brief time will
continue on. As I had hoped, I got to be alone with her in her
final hours, holding her and talking to her, telling her what a good
mother she had been and that our love would continue on. Part of
loving is letting those we love move on when the soul decides its
earthly work for this lifetime is done. I was blessed with
wonderful parents.
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J.P. (Speck) Manire
"We lost Speck (JP) Sunday morning at 9:16. His
breathing got more and more shallow, and his breaths farther and farther
apart. He only had morphine 4 times since they admitted him, a week ago
last Wed. He passed with no pain, although you could tell that he was
have a hard time breathing. I hate that we have only gotten to see him 6
times in the last 4 years, but this last week and a half we got to spend
night and day with him. |
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My Dad
He passed away on February 20,
2008 at the young age of 43. He leaves behind his loving mother of Tucson, his beloved 15 year old son of Atlanta, and his precious 12 year old daughter of Atlanta as well as many other loving friends and
family. He is preceded in death by his father
and his son. He was born in El Reno,
Oklahoma where his proud parents took him to Puerto Rico for the first 2
years of his life. The family then relocated to the Tucson area where
he grew up and developed his love of the outdoors and his mother's
love of dogs. He moved to California as a young adult and married. They were blessed with three beautiful children.
He spent many years riding horses with his family.
He would recall the family trail rides as a time where the best talking
occurred. He considered fatherhood to be his greatest achievement.
His son remembers him as a Dad who would give someone the shirt
off his back or cover the fare for a stranger on the bus who was down on
his luck. His daughter remembers her Daddy as a faithful
confidante and a masterful storyteller who enjoyed entertaining her.
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Daniel
Gross
Lifelong NY resident, WWII vet, teacher,
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When the war started, my Mother was living in Bratislava , Czechoslovakia . The Red Army was coming and was roughly 90 miles away. My parents packed a suitcase and escaped, taking the last cattle car before the bombs fell. (My father was in the Ukrainian army and held a high position in the Ministry and the family would have been sent to Siberia .) That was the first time my Mother lost all her treasured things. It took one year to travel to Bremenhaven , Germany to get a boat that my Grandfather had arranged for the family to go to the US where my Mother was a US citizen. We had very little to eat and looked like we had come from a camp. My parents started again in a
walk up apartment. My Mom was going to night school and working in a
sweat shop making flowers for hats. My father, an engineer, washed
dishes until he could get an engineering job.
My Mother was very good with
hats and finally worked for Miss Mary. At that time, women wore hats
and Miss Mary’s hats ended up in Bergdorf Goodman’s in NYC and many fine
stores. One of Miss Mary’s clients was Jackie Kennedy.
My Mother had a hard life, she worked hard for her money and saved what she could. When she got older, my ex-brother wanted her in assisted living in FL and wanted to sell her house. He drugged her and took her to FL without my knowledge. With a “separate agent power of attorney”, he transferred all of Mother’s money under his and Mother’s name. I snuck my Mother out of FL and
back to her home. He told me if I wanted the money for Mother, I’d have to take
him to court. "I am Mother's financial advisor", he said, so I had
to apply for guardianship to get at Mother's funds for her to live on
and also pay her bills. Instead of appointing me as
Mother's guardian, the court s
put a guardian third party guardian (a stranger) in place.
But my big question is, who guards the guardian? So far, I can’t find the answer. The guardian was not a protector but instead was a predator. |
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Grace
Connors Grace Connors graduated from West Pittston High School and was a member of Immaculate Conception Church, West Pittston, PA. She was beautiful inside and out, devoted to her family and lived an active life, supporting political campaigns, pursuing a strong appreciation for the arts and attending to her civic duties. She was a coordinator for the Red Cross during the flood of 1972. She was an officer of the retired National Association of Federal Employees Union, Pittston Chapter. Tragically, Mom suffered horribly and needlessly the last five years of her life under unlawful public guardianship through the County Orphans Court, which was in appeal when she died. For over 2 ½ years, I was not allowed to visit her at the nursing facility holding her captive. During this time, Mom, suffering from dementia, thought I deserted her and didn’t love her anymore. (Under my one on one care with unlimited medical/health resources, her dementia had improved and further improvement was expected until the unlawful guardianship claimed dominion over her completely thereby enforcing a slow but steady decline.) By the time these brief and regulated visits were allowed, my Mom had deteriorated so much, I didn’t recognize her. Because her family was her first priority, the court’s ordered isolation with only limited contact with her granddaughter and only in the office of the corporate nursing facility under supervision, was so very punitive to her. The closer we got to appeal date, the quicker she declined as the alleged guardian, kept relating that Mom was dying for several months. In spite of being told, allegedly by the so called guardian, that "your daughter is selling your house out from under you" (totally false), Mom only believed her for a day or so and then be right back to talking positively about me. Near the end, when the alleged public guardian agency was becoming fearful of a wrongful death suit, I was offered the guardianship. Mom was a strong and determined woman but she couldn’t hold out long enough to regain her freedom and rights --- both unlawfully stolen from her. She held on as long as she could but in the end, her only release --- her freedom was gained by her death. She was dehydrated and starved to death after all of her teeth were removed; she died skin and bones after we were forbidden to give her water when she asked for it. She was my best friend. She was a loving wife and mother, a kind person, and followed the law and advice from AARP, attorneys, etc. by making a Durable Power of Atty. and designating me as her atty.-in-fact, which she never revoked. She had Long Term Care Insurance, etc. My father was a WWII veteran; they paid all their taxes and lived honest good lives instilling the same values in their children. The court used no evidence -- only hearsay, to destroy and punish her with the orders that benefited only corporate interests, and some "good ole boys and girls" at the expense of her, her legacy, her family and the taxpayers/citizens. I am compelled to speak, write and inform citizens of this atrocity in the hope that enough exposure of such heinous predatory hidden practices can be stopped by public outcry and action. I will be forever affected by the long term trauma & loss that was unimaginable as an American citizen. In addition to her husband, James G. Connors, who died in 1986, she was preceded in death by her daughter, Patricia Connors, who also died in 1986. She is survived by her daughter, Mary Claire, and granddaughter, Keely, who miss her more every day until they meet again in spirit. It is part of Mom's legacy to have her and our suffering and losses count for something. |
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