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Edward Desjardins
March 5, 1925 -
January 25, 2010
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Thérèse Plamondon
September 17, 1927 -
May 27, 2010
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My Mother's Hands
It was your hands that held me tight
It was your hands that raised me right
Growing up it was those hands now I see,
Strong and gently comforting me.
Now I have a child to hold tight
Now I have a child to raise right
Now I look down at my hands and see
My mother's hands and what they mean to me.
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Lucien Plamondon
August 11, 1926 -
July 19, 2011
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Daddy's Chair
When I was a little tad,
Just knee-high to my big dad
'Oft he'd pull me to his knee,
Lift me up, where he could see.
"What's gone wrong?" he would then say.
"Did you hurt yourself today?"
"I fell off my bike - see here,
Banged my knee; my chin, my ear."
"Never mind - I'll fix them all,
Daddy's here. I heard your call."
Cuddled closely on his chest,
There my head I'd gently rest.
Daddy's fingers through my hair,
Soon would comb away all care.
In those arms, I'd stay and hide,
'Til he'd calmed me down inside.
When the sandman closed my eyes,
Daddy, then would slowly rise,
Lift me in a hug-me-tight,
With a kiss, he'd say 'Goodnight".
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Michael Turgeon
February 14, 1959 -
February 23, 2010
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Michael was a hard-working, unassuming individual with big hair, an infectious laugh and a huge heart. He played drums in a high school band and a few garage bands in his teens. His musical tastes ranged from Heavy Metal to Enya. In his later years, he embraced the music his father enjoyed, from the sixties, seventies and eighties. Michael loved to fly and took lessons in his youth. He had a special wide-screen television monitor with aircraft simulator cockpit controls and spent many happy hours 'flying' and 'crashlanding' all over the world! His nephew, Nathan, is the beneficiary of that hobby. People liked Michael and he liked them back. He is missed.
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James Richard Partridge
September 13, 1943-
September 14, 2011
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Kim Hannah
September 24, 1973
October 31, 2011
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Jeanne Marion
October 2, 1932
November 29, 2011
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Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, your pardon Lord.
And when there's doubt, true faith in you.
Where there is despair in life, let me bring hope.
Where there is darkness, only light;
And where there is sadness, ever joy.
O Master, grant that I may never seek
so much to be consoled as to console.
To be understood as to understand.
To be loved as to love with all my soul.
Make me a channel of your peace.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
In giving to all men that we receive,
and in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen
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