Christian, Scott

 January 11, 1977 - October 4, 1992

ETERNAL SLEEP

Written by:  Michael Rowland 10/19/93

Boone County High School Student, a friend of Scott’s

Dark had fallen upon the day

Child lies down to go to sleep.

He raises up in a real flash,

To pray the Lord his soul to keep.

He lies back down to dream away,

To dream of things he never has before.

Waking up as cheery as could be,

Seeing another morning would be nevermore.

He got up and dressed himself,

For a complete day of school.

Going there and coming home,

Living totally by the golden rule.

Life was very good to him,

With friends always on his side.

After the soccer accident,

                                                                                        The hospital merely lied.

                                                                                         Dark had fallen upon the day,

                                                                                         Prays the Lord his soul to keep.

                                                                                        Lies down to rest from the game,

                                                                                        And fallen down to an eternal sleep.

                                                                                           And when the angels cry,

                                                                                                                  You know that he’s near by.

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Dustin DeMoss

August 20, 1983 - June 1, 2003

SORROW IS HER DAILY FARE

By Maureen Elliott

She looked into the mirror and it’s a stranger that she saw.  The cold bank eyes, the wrinkled hand, she knows this girl no more.

She aged so on that warm June day as she told her son goodbye, for he had traveled in harms way, but why did he have to die?

The ice blue eyes that looked at her from the mirror on the wall looked straight ahead and could only stare for they’d lost love most of all.

The skin is pinched now from the tears that flow more every day, the face looked older than it’s years, grief does that…that’s its way.

The girl that was his Mother now looks so old and worn, she has only his memories that began when he was born.

Now sorrow is her daily fare and a blankness in her eyes, it’s from a death she cannot bear….it’s when a dear son dies.

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Dunaway, Kirby Lee

"Major"

January 2, 1961 – June 29, 2001

       A Proclamation was issued by the Mayor of Cincinnati on May 24, 2003, declaring July 13 and 14th, 2003, as KIRBY DUNAWAY WEEKEND, coinciding with the Annual Gold Star Chili Fest Cookoff of which Kirby Dunaway was the unprecedented champion, winning this event seven times.

       As a young man, Kirby attempted to serve in the military but was rejected due to poor eyesight.  However, in death he finally served mankind by being an organ donor, and ironically, his eyes were donated for research

       He is sadly missed and remembered by his family and many friends...May God Bless.

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Epperson, Joshua Duane

Born - June 13, 1995
God Took Him to Heaven - May 28, 2007

Josh's Earth age 11yrs
Josh's Heaven age 12yrs

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Gillis, Gerald Michael " Mike "

October 7, 1983 - July 2, 2006

Remembering Michael:

 October 7^th 1983 – July 2^nd 2006

No one has to tell me to remember you Michael, I think of you EVERY day

 No one has to tell me how deep the pain of losing you goes, I feel it EVERY day

 No on has to tell me to wrap myself in good memories, I am surrounded by them EVERY day.

No one has to tell me how much you are missed by your family and friends, I see it in their faces  EVERY day.

What I have to remind myself EVERY day, is to live.

You see Michael, without you there is a hole in our family and everything we do we miss your presence. It is hard to laugh, sing, read, think, work…….it is hard to live without you. We go on Michael and remind ourselves EVERY day that our life is a gift from God too. We cannot waste it. We cannot get lost in the overwhelming blanket of grief that we so desperately want to cling to. It is your memory I will cherish for oh, sweet Michael, what a true gift from God you were. I remind myself that you were a gift, you see all these years of calling you “My Michael”, you really weren’t. You are a child of God and he has you in his care now. Could a mother ask for more?

  I will love you till the day I see you again. I will remember you EVERY day. I will honor your memory by remembering to live. I will help your brothers, Jim and GOSH Michael our whole extended family (Aunts, cousins, grandparents etc.) to remember EVERY moment we had with you with all the joy we can bare. You will be remembered in our laughter, smiles, tears and in EVERY thing we do.

(Always my little Midol-my, my Michael Michael Motorcycle)

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Hesser, Georgie Alexandra

July 18, 1996 – April 8, 2006

Pink…It’s the color of girls,
It says I'm soft, delicate, sweet,
Don't push I'll bruise.
Yeah right maybe in
Grandma’s day……
Yeah right maybe
Pink. It’s the power of girls.
It’s in your face,
I know who I am, don't push unless
You're ready to be pushed back.
It’s the color of determination, strength,
And confidence.
Pink... It’s the color of girls

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Hunter, Jonathan Ray

June 7, 1988 - June 16, 2007

"His Gift"

Days gone past but time stood still
Moments relived to dull the chill
A life unfinished is what some would say
But make no mistake he is still living, everyday

For God had a plan beyond what we could see
His gift was his sacrifice, for he saved two times three
His seed is still present in our hearts and memories within
And life is still blooming in others again

A child was taken at such a young age
But God had a plan upon heavens stage
For Jon was an angel on earth and was loved
But his calling was to heaven from which he now watches above

As we look to the sky and say our goodbyes
Other families now rejoice and no longer cry
At 19 years old his journey now over
His gift keeps on giving for generations moreover

His earthly image now faded away
His legacy and soul still lives, day to day
Some are left lonely, tearful, and gloom
Fear not he is in heaven and we'll all see him soon

Written by: Your Cousin Seth Hunter

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Keyes, Ralph Daniel

October 11, 1975 – June 2, 2004

The Cord

We are connected, my child and I, by an invisible

Cord not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord that connects us 'til birth.

This cord can't be seen by any on earth.

This cord does it's work, right from the start.

It binds us together, attached to my heart.

I know that it's there, though no one can see

The invisible cord, from my child to me.

The strength of this cord, is hard to describe.

It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord man could create.

It withstands the test, can hold any weight.

And though you are gone, though you're not here

With me, the cord is still there, but no one can see.

It pulls at my heart, I am bruised...I am sore, but

This cord is my lifeline as never before.

I am thankful that God connects us this way a mother

And child, Death can't take away.

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Lohbeck, Keith A.

May 20, 1970 – May 18, 2005

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Maynard, Lisa Rene

January 15, 1967 – March 24, 2004

If Tears could build a Stairway

and Memories a Lane,

I'd walk right up to Heaven

and bring You home Again.

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Minter, Jr., John Hart

June 10, 1974 – June 23, 2002

Updated 7/21/2007

John Hart Minter Jr.
6/10/74 thru 6/23/2002
Parents:  Vivian Minter Hutson
Richard Hutson - stepdad 29 years

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Remington, Morgan

April 2, 1986 – September 15, 2003

A Tribute to Morgan

 Written with all our love for the Remington family in remembrance of Morgan – September, 2003 – The Magel family

By John Magel, delivered at Mount Washington Presbyterian Church

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Saenz, Paul

November 20, 1973 – March 25, 2001

Do not shed tears when I have gone, but smile instead because I have lived.

Do not shut your eyes and pray that I’ll come back, but open your eyes and see all that I have left behind.

I know your heart will be empty because you cannot see me, but still I want you to be full of the love we shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live only for yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of what happened between us yesterday.

You can remember me and grieve that I have gone, or you can cherish my memory and let it live on.

You can cry and lose yourself, become distraught and turn your back on the world, or you can do what I want – smile, wipe away the tears, learn to love again and go on.

REMEMBER ME Author – David Harkins

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Schweder, Leslie Rose

January 6, 1991 – August 16, 1996

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O'Day Sean Simmons

May 28, 1984 – May 18, 2004

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Simonson, Kyle Davis

May 10, 1993 – January 15, 1995

We think of you - remembering our fun times - the laughter - the love.  We never planned to say goodbye.  Yesterday is gone, but we know it won't be long until forever comes.  We share this hope that we will meet again...just inside heaven's door.

We miss and love you with all our hearts

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Simpson, Matthew Michael

October 10, 1986 - April 21, 2007

"... remember, we are only here once so make it memorable"

Matt Simpson
Madeira High School
2005 Senior Will

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Smith, Joanna Shea (Henderson)

December 28, 1972 -- June 1, 2002

I stepped to the edge.

I wanted to see what I was afraid of.

I wanted to see how far I would fall.

In the back of my mind the question lingered,

“If I jump would I fly? Or would I flail helplessly

and come crashing to the ground?”

I was tired of seeking enlightenment

In the hypocrisy of sinners.

I wanted peace with myself.

I wanted to see how long I could stare into the sun.

I wanted to drink the water

I wanted to scream

Until my ears bled atonement.

I wanted to feel free.

So I stood over the edge and looked down.

Then I walked away with a smile.

…you don’t have to jump to fly.

…you don’t have to fall to be free

--by Joanna Shea (Henderson) Smith

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Terbrueggen, Justin

May 29, 1979 - March 6, 2005

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Trevino, Daniel Luis

January 11, 1979 - September 7, 2006

"I climbed a mountain, I turned around and I see my reflection in the snow covered hills"
Steve Nicks  "Landslide"

He, sound mind and purple aura
is refraction of God's love
it channels without entering;
it heals them and comforts their pain
He, the refractor, purple aura
feels no pain; does not shed a tear,
while emotions are plentiful
his reactions are halted.
He, tough guy with purple aura
is a chum, a buddy, a pal,
holding a bond tighter than most
with those with which he celebrates.
He, fun guy with purple aura,
is a lover of rare intent,
one who does not take for granted
the delicate gift of woman
who gives back with understanding.
He, lover with purple aura,
is at peace with himself today.
For he knows who he is and was;
he has become his own person.
He, the man with the purple aura
is my mind, body, and spirit.

From: The Life Philosophy of Dan Trevino  "Part Self"

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Vinson, Heather Nicole

May 19, 1987 - December 14, 2005

One More Time
What would I give to see your smile
One more time
What would I give to hear your laughter
One more time
What would I give to hug you
One more time
What would I give to hear I’m home
One more time
What would I give to just see you
One more time
What would I give to hear I love you
One more time

I would give my own mouth to see your smile
One more time
I would give my own voice to hear your laughter
One more time
I would give my own arms to hug you
One more time
I would give my own ears to hear I’m home
One more time
I would give my own eye’s to see you
One more time
I would give my own heart to hear I love you
One more time
I would give all that I am for you to be here
One more time

Written for Heather Nicole Vinson
By Her broken hearted father
 

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Wilson, Nicholas Alexander

May 19, 1977 -- May 30, 2002

To Nick

Love, Joanna

THE WIND

And the wind swept through my hair, as the winds so often do

And a smile crept across my face, a smile I often knew

And the night was not the night, but a silence of the day

And the peace I felt inside, was more than words can say

Then suddenly a rush, as sent from heavens above,

Came to me right then, and told me of great love

So I searched the world around, and what did I discover

The feeling I had found, was an experience like no other

And the wind became my friend, as the night did seem to end.

--By Joanna Shea (Henderson) Smith

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Woprice, Janet

August 31, 1965 – July 17, 1984

Janet’s Poem

For tho I’ve left this place and time

And the winds shall erase the trail I’ve walked

The memories shall linger

Like the joy of Christmas Eve

Always there

Both before and after

I shall be with you always

Hovering o’er your shoulder

Watching you thru the power of our Lord

Think of me and I shall be with you

Call for me and I will be there to comfort you

And speed you prayers to the heavens

For such is the power of our Lord

Look for me in the summer clouds

Hear me in the songs of birds in the pre-dawn light

Feel me in the soft caress of the wind

I am with you always

Both in our memories

And in the power of our Lord