Maggie Newman October 21, 1964 - April 21, 2003 "Temper Tantrum"   A real-life story written by Maggie in October 2001. It's well worth taking the time to read. Grab yourself a cup of coffee and then click on her picture above and you'll be taken on her journey.   These are some highlights from Maggie's journal that she was keeping while going through her treatments.   "Today was better than yesterday - let's hope tomorrow is better than today!"   "Just got the news. It is breast cancer that has spread to the lung - I could just spit nails right now! I go to the doc on the 12th to discuss our options. I'll write a bit more once I can think straight." "Tried doing the hair with a curling iron this morning – what a laugh! I now have a poodle do!! I will try ragging then give up I think. My hair does it’s own thing – I don’t know why I thought I could teach it new tricks – grin." A tree was planted in Maggie's honor. Click here to view the pictures of the planting, as well as pictures of her family.

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 diamond glints on snow.   I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain.   When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the switft uplifting rush   Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night.   Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.

Pam Niewold June 6, 1952 - February 27, 2004	If I should go tomorrow It would never be goodbye, For I have left my heart with you, So don't you ever cry. The love that's deep within me, Shall reach you from the stars, You'll feel it from the heavens, And it will heal the scars.
Some times life seems very tough And the pain drags on and on So take a little time out To sit and watch the sun. It makes the world seem very small As it climbs for all to see. The shadows grow and lengthen, This day was made for me. The body is forgotton As faith becomes renewed Lost in wonder at the sight Of this truly lovely view. There will be time later To get on with the day. To feed the body what it needs And help it on its way. The cancer doesn't go away It's there to let me know That I'm alive and kicking And going with the flow. Poem by: Suzanne (Kimbasa)	Suzanne Staniforth      Killed in a car accident on July 3, 2004 For another of Suzanne's memorial pages, click here.
Kim Bloomer May 19, 1953 - May 14, 2004	Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower, But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank from grief, So dawn goes to day, Nothing gold can stay.   - Robert Frost
My Lord, My Lord, How did I ever live, without your love. perfect love from above. When I have doubts, I cry and shout, What is this all about. You soothe me with your thoughts. "Just trust me, I am near, there is no need to fear. You need not fear death, I will give you new breath. Either here, or on high, I will lift you into the sky. You will have wings to fly" How wonderful, I sigh. Original composition by: Judith C. Ogle © 2003	Judy Ogle August 29, 1945 - August 2004
Carrie Hogan May 17, 1959 - January 5, 2005	After Glow   I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.   I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways. of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.   I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories that I leave when life is done.