French la Vie

                      The tenderness that surrounds our hearts is healing. Soft and caring, full and rich. My family and I thank you. We are…

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                    The days unfold, a tiredness slips into the empty space. The fragrant petals of yesterdays long gone soothe but cannot replace the thorn…

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Looking out I see many family and friends… It is such a healing gift to be surrounded by your love for my father. Thank you for coming and showing my…

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                         Last night we entered the church early and sat up front. The community came later and sat behind us. The feeling…

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                         1. French Husband arrived for my father's funeral and will stay a few days. 2. School, the distance, and the timing…

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Blue skies partly cloudy, A dream like state called reality, Rainstorms in the middle of nowhere or- Tears mixed with laughter… as each person recalls and relives memories of my…

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A steady stream of family and friends pour in giving us their hearts to float on… We pass through these days with memories of my father coming to the surface,…

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George Amaro St Monica’s Catholic Church Willows, California Rosary: Sunday, May4, 2008 at 8:00 p.m. Celebration Eucharist and Reception:  Monday, May 5, 2008  at 10:00 a.m. __________________________________________________________ Thank you for…

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Have you ever walked with your thoughts on an endless path? Where you vaguely remember where they started and are unsure where they will end? Seeing the vast horizon, wondering…

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My father’s mother and father were standing at heaven’s gate with their arms outstretched, smiling, calling their son’s name, "George George come we have missed you!" Their faces full of…

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