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January 4, 2009 |
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Miss Ann and family sorry for your loss i remember your dad when your
mom taught olivia the polka last year your dad would pop his head in
the living room to see how things were going. He always had a smile
whenever i saw him what a sweet man and mrs. Pat you were so lucky to
have such a great and caring husband he will be looking down at you and
he will be your guardian angel until you meet again just remember you
have alot of caring children who will help you get through these tough
time. God Bless michelle and olivia hetfield Monday dance class. |
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michelle hetfield (port kent, NY)
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January 1, 2009 |
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My deepest sympathies to your family over the loss of such a sweet man
to many. I enjpyed watching your parents love radiate for each other if
you were in the same room with them. It was a privalege to know him and
what a blessing to have such a father and husband, and friend to many.
Heaven is enjoying the tap of his feetm, as we can be comforted that we
will all be together again. I lost my father this year as well, and God
with his grace will see you through this difficult time. What a gift it
is to have a family-and a legacy as he has made. God bless you. |
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Renee Maynard-Gifford (Plattsburgh, NY)
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December 31, 2008 |
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Dear Michael,
Words
can hardly express my heart felt sympathies at this time of loss for
you and your family. My memories of your dad go back almost 3 decades.
Memories of ball-room class especially...Oh, how I loved to watch he
and your mother sweeping across the floor, polishing the room with such
beauty and grace and pride in each other. I always wanted him to ask me
to be his partner.....(of course you were always my first choice, and
your Mom was always his!) remember our teen years at the dance
studio?....when he would finally dance with me, I swear my feet barely
touched the floor, just this sweeping and feeling like a queen or a
princess at a ball. He'd say, "Don't look at your feet"! Your Mother
and Father were the epitome of class and beauty not to mention grace.
In case you didn't know this, he always stopped by my realtor
open-houses (when they were advertised in the paper)for a quick hello,
after his coffee club met, and would try to prod me into signing up for
ballroom class; I always said I would... I'm sorry I never did. He had
a beautiful heart and passed that on to all of his beautiful children
and grandchildren. I know he gave me a piece. The following dedication
I believe is suitable for Such a Magnificent, Magnanimous Man. Miss
Pat, don't forget your beautiful heart has his heart...you always did.
Jamie, Barbara, Annie and children.....keep passing it on. You are all
beautiful in his likeness. Please accept my sincerest and deepest
sympathies...there will be no other like him. He leaves quite a legacy.
(In Honor of Roland Racine, Owner of a loving, giving heart)
A Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart.
It was beating strongly ... but it was full of scars ...
it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ...
but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact ... in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared ... how can he say his heart is more beautiful ... they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart ... and saw its state and laughed.
"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ...
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes" ... said the old man ... "yours is perfect looking but ...
I would never trade with you.
You see ... every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ...
I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ...
and often they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my heart ...
but because the pieces aren't exact ...
I have some rough edges ... which I cherish ...
because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ...
and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful ...
they stay open ... reminding me of the love I have for these people too ...
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.
So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man ... reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart ...
and ripped a piece out.
He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering ... placed it in his heart ...
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart ...
and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
It fit ... but not perfectly ... as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart ...
not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever ...
since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.*
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Kimberly Jane Llewellyn (Coventry, CT)
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December 30, 2008 |
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Mrs. Ann & Family,
We are very sorry to hear about your father. You & your family are in our thoughts and prayers.
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Miss Kassandra & Your tuesday dance classes. (Champlain, NY)
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December 28, 2008 |
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To the family,
I was really upset to hear about your loss, please know my thoughts are with you!
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Susan Whalen (Plattsburgh, NY)
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December 28, 2008 |
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Pat & Family
Sorry to read about your husband.
While I did not know him I remember you from school.
Prayers for you and your family
Winnie Drake-Pearsall
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Winifred Pearsall (Morrisonville, NY)
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December 27, 2008 |
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I'll miss the man who first taught me how to turn a wrench (and inflate an inner tube) over fifty years ago.
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Bill Bushey (Elmira, NY)
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December 26, 2008 |
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We love and will miss you Uncle Roland. You will be in our hearts and prayers.
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Brandon and Amanda Racine (Rouses Point, NY)
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December 26, 2008 |
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Roland always had a smile.
I'm very sorry.
Denise Nephew
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Denise Nephew (Plattsburgh, NY)
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December 26, 2008 |
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Anne,
Our
thoughts are with you and your family. It was sad to open the paper and
see your loss. Give my best to your Mom - my dancing teacher! |
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Kathy & Keith Stark (Plattsburgh, NY)
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