Come, remember our departed souls...

This page is dedicated to my mom, Catherine.

Eulogy for Catherine, my mom, who 'crossed over' May 12, 1998. "At the time the holy one was about to create the world, he decided to fashion all the souls, which would in due course be dealt out to the children of men. Each soul was formed into the exact outline of the body it was to inhabit. "Go now, descend into this place, and into this body." Yet often enough the soul would reply..."Lord of the world, I am content to remain in this realm, and have no wish to depart to some other, where I will be in bondage, and become stained." Where upon the holy one would reply, "Your destiny is, and has been from the day of your forming, to go into that world." Then the soul realizing it could not disobey, would unwilling descend and come into this world. Mom is now back to a place getting ready for rebirth. As the cycle of Birth, Life, Death and Rebirth begins again. Taking with her the lessons she learned in this life and starting anew, Her pain and suffering has ended her peace and tranquility has begun, I love you Mom... I wrote and recited this at my Mother, Catherines funeral. She died May 12, 1998 She loved roses and flowers and I look for her spirit in these things. A white rose for each year you have been gone, there is not enough space on this page to put a rose for every hour of every day I have missed you... My younger brother Richie was killed in a car accident on January 10, 2004 His girlfriend was driving HIS Mustang Cobra (pictured above), drunk and speeding, she survived, Richie was 34 years old and my world, this was and remains a devastating time for myself, my family and many friends. Below is the Eulogy I wrote and recited at his unforgettable wake. Remembering Richie My brother Richie believed in dreams and he had many. He believed in living life to the fullest, and he did just that. He loved to cook, eat and drink in all that this world had to offer. A taste was not enough for him; he had to have seconds and sometime thirds. He treasured the simple things and passionately pursued more complicated ones. His mind never stopped, and if you were lucky enough to walk in my brother's circle, you most likely found yourself swept up in the excitement of it all. Richie successfully fought and won 2 bouts with his Autoimmune Disease, and that's what makes this senseless tragedy all the more devastating. When I got the news, I kept thinking why didn't the Earth scream? why didn't some 'thing' warn me my brother had been killed? I am still trying to awaken my self from this horrible nightmare; I am still waiting to hear this was all a mistake, some awful mix-up... Richie was too young, too special and too important to many of us to ever forget him.. Please remember Richie in the music you hear, the computers you employ, the food you taste and know he is with you there at those moments, he would have liked that. There are no words to convey the utter devastation I am left with, but want to thank those friends who held my hand and swept me under there Angelic wings, with out you I could not have made it, thank you all so very much. Please treasure your days here for they quickly leave. I want to leave you all with a favorite quote of my brothers. 'Go confidently in the direction or your dreams, and live the life you've imagined' A donation has been made to The Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund in my brothers name, Richard Jr. Click below for more information. Fallen Heroes Fund Cobble Hill Chapels 171 Court Street Brooklyn, NY 11201 Cobble Hill Chapels This chapel was amazing; they sponsored my Brother Richie’s wake in the winter of 2004. They were kind, understanding and very helpful in what was the worst time of my and my families’ life. They treated Richie with respect and were very respectful to myself and my family. They are amazing people there and I thank them all for there heart warming service. Great Aunt Gladys Tetreault November 10, 1912 ~ November 12, 2008   We remember Great Aunt Gladys Tetreault She died November 12, 2008, she had just celebrated her 96th birthday ! I did not meet my great Aunt till late in my life, my mother Catherine was close to her growing up in Maine, I hope they found each other again, I know they will have a lot to talk about. * WE REMEMBER AND MISS YOU ALL * St. Johns Cemetery in Middle Village Queens, NY where both my mother Catherine and my brother Richie are buried. Photos by Barbara Morris Our Family's Plot at St. Johns Cemetery.   We remember Catherine (Mom), she died May 12, 1998 * Barbara, Richard, Sal *   We remember Uncle LLoyd, Catherine's brother, he died August 30, 2002 * All those who knew him *   We remember Barbara C Foote Eileen Spoelman Biggerstaff Angels n Weeping Woman at St. Johns Cemetery, Qns, NY Photos by Barbara Morris Who will be the next departed soul to visit here?... NEW REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN, ONE NAME PER REQUST small pictures can be posted *** Not accepting PETS at this time, I'm sorry * Please e mail me with your loved ones name, your name, and their DOD (date of death) If you have a small picture of then, attach to email for posting here. Barbara Celtic Remembrance Ritual Samhain Remembrance Ritual 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 softly falling snow I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush, Of beautiful birds in circling flight I am in the starshine of the night I am in the flowers that bloom I am in a quiet room I am in the birds that sing I am in each lovely thing Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I do not die. ~ by Mary E. Frye 1932 This world is not conclusion; A sequel stands beyond, Invisible, as music, But positive, as sound. It beckons and it baffles; Philosophies don't know, And through a riddle, at the last, Sagacity must go. To guess it puzzles scholars; To gain it, men have shown Contempt of generations, And crucifixion known. ~ Emily Dickinson BACK HOME 2015 Barbara Morris / Moonsmuses.com