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Daniel Pinna:
"Celebrating Thanksgiving with mom and Lisa. Kathy lived from 9 - 16 years old in Seattle. She had thanksgiving with grandma Nel and grandpa Shirley at noon and then at 5 they drove across Seattle to Magnolia Bluff to celebrate with Aunt Elaine (grandpa’s sister) since she wouldn’t talk or interact with Shirley (her step grandfather). Her father was Hollis and when her mother died they adopted out all of the girls including Elaine."
Mary Neeley:
"Where have all the flowers gone? The most BEAUTIFUL flowers in the garden are always picked first. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love is a memory no one can steal. You were the GREATEST singer/songwriter of the 21st century. Others will come and go but no one will EVER have your style. Rest in peace, Dear Amy Jade Winehouse. You have touched so many."
Kathy Pinna:
Esther is buried in Riverside National Cemetery because of the service of her husband, Francis, who served in the United States Navy during World War II, the Korean Conflict, and the Vietnam War.
His service record was as follows:
Branch of service: Us Navy
Rank attained: HMCS
Wars/Conflicts: World War II, Korea, Vietnam
Jennifer (Hutton) Goertler:
My grandmother, Trudie, was funny, sassy, and an awesome cook and baker, hard working, and thoughtful. I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with her at the home she lived at in Kirtland, Ohio.
I truly wish I would have asked more about her life, her family, and any dreams she had while growing up. I miss her everyday, even after all of these years.
Martin Guerrero:
I only visited my grandfather a couple of times before he passed way but my earliest memory is of him drinking a beer out of a can and sitting in his favorite chair.
Fast forward, we attended his funeral and it made me sad because I saw my mother sad. It was my first time to ever see anyone in a casket, it kind of scared me; I was nine years old.
Brittany Harp:
My first love - We were just kids, really—young, unformed, and trying to figure out who we were. He was caught up in basketball, hanging out with his friends, and staying close to his mom, who lived right next door. I, on the other hand, was chasing something deeper, something more. But instead of finding it within myself, I searched for it in him. That pressure—on both of us—slowly made me insecure, and I unfairly put a lot of blame on him for things I didn’t yet understand about myself.
After we broke up, I didn’t know how to handle the pain of rejection. I lashed out. Even then, he still showed me a quiet kind of support, in his own way. A week before he was murdered, he called me late at night, crying. If you knew Matt, you know how rare that was. He always wore a half-smile and could turn any moment into a laugh. I can’t even recall a time he was truly angry.
That night, his voice cracked as he told me he had done something awful. I thought maybe he’d been drinking. I tried to get him to open up, but all he said was, “They’re going to come for me.” He never told me what he meant. The next day, we went out to eat like nothing had happened. He smiled, laughed—acted like the call never happened. I still think about that day. Could I have done something? Could I have saved him?
A week later, Matt was shot and killed on the front porch of the home we once shared. The truth came out later—he had fired a shot at John’s house, and John retaliated. But anyone who knew Matt knows he wasn’t that kind of person. He was pushed into it. John had stolen from him, and Matt’s own friends had started calling him soft. But I was there. I saw it all. Matt wasn’t a vengeful person. When people hurt him, he usually just cut them off.
But this time was different. He was surrounded by people who fed into the worst parts of the situation. He got pulled into a mess that was never truly his. And no matter what anyone said, I don’t think he saw a way out.
After his death, the pain didn’t stop. People seem to forget, but Matt’s mother later died by suicide, and his stepfather overdosed not long after. His uncle Ronney was never the same. And me? I was left terrified and broken, carrying the weight of a loss I never really got to process.
Matt had such a bright soul—gone far too soon. I just wish I had one more day. Just one more moment for him to meet my son… and see the family that still carries a piece of him. Love you Matt!! Brittany Harp
Matthew Vianna:
My safe place - No one might ever see this because it’s been a long time since your passing. I knew you as Marge and I was just a child but I always came by to visit you on Somerset Drive. You were my safe place if my parents weren’t getting along. Thank you for all that you’ve ever done for me. I will never forget. If I remember correctly you had a dog and a little parrot. You had these little red candies with the strawberry wrappers that I loved so much and the old style marshmallow mints. You were always so amazing and when I heard about your passing I was completely devastated. I am happy to come across a space to share my memories with you and anyone that might be left in your family. I will be looking for your burial place sometime soon. Hope you’re resting easy my sweet angel.
Lizzy Canedy:
This is a portrait of my great-grandmother Eva Alice Canedy (nee Call). She was William Floyd Canedy's mother. I don't know much about her as my grandfather didn't know much either but she's a lovely looking woman who died far too young.
I was lucky enough to this photo negative, which itself was a copy made of the daguerreotype in the 1980s, in my family's collection. Even luckier to have a transparent media adapter attachment of a flatbed scanner. This is perhaps the first time this photo has been viewed in almost 40 years, and I'm happy to get to share it with the world.
Lizzy Canedy:
tagged Eva Alice (Call) Canedy in this photo.
Jamie Younghans:
Edward was my cousin - Edward was my second cousin. My mother, Irene Curry, was his father's first cousin. I have fond memories of a visit to our Uncle Billy and Aunt Doe's house in Florida. His sister Roseanne was there too, as was my younger brother Tommy. Our cousins, Tara and Kelly entertained all of us. I remember going horseback riding, to amusement parks and doing a lot of swimming in the pool.
I remember Edward's funeral, a good few years later, and how sad I was that he had died. I was only a teenager myself and felt awful that he had died so young. I hadn't seen him for years, but I loved him. Rest in peace Edward. Your loving cousin, Jamie Younghans
Suzanne Maner:
My Sister - Danielle was a beautiful light in this world. A charming, giving, and loving soul taken to soon. She adored her children and her family. Cherished her work as a nurse and caregiver. She was bright and so beautiful and always fun to be with. I had the privilege to have her as my beloved sister and honored to call her my best friend. Roses Never Fade. 🌹✨