Obituaries

All I can say pop's is I love you and miss you. You know I wasn't one for words but I wanted to say that you are a wonderful and caring father and I couldn't have asked for a better one. Thank you for being my father. My only regret is not being able to see you more. I love you and I take comfort in knowing I will be seeing you again someday.

Posted by Jody on November 8, 2016

For my beloved Grandfather you will be greatly missed. I will think of you with a smile for the rest of my life. My only regret is not spending more time with you, but I know in the end we will all be together again in heaven! We love you!!!

Posted by Robin on October 15, 2016

A short note to my brother Johnny aka Jay, Jailbird I love you ?. Also as not mention in Your obituary My brother Johnny had 6 other children, daughters Marylin, Linda jean, Kathleen and sons John, James (Jimmy) William (Willy) Sullivan. Never forget your other family never ????? ?????

Posted by Betti Jane Shelley (Sullivan) on October 15, 2016

Gone but never forgotten. It was a pleasure knowing u John and the funny crazy man you were!! Always a story always a joke!!! Rest In Peace and enjoy your wife and painfree living ! I'll keep donna and nick close to us they will never be alone! The Grafton's love u all I can say is Till we meet again! ??????????

Posted by Grafton family on October 15, 2016

I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart. Until we meet again in heaven, your loving daughter Kathleen.

Posted by Kathleen Sullivan Bowen on October 15, 2016

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains as it was. The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no sorrow in your tone. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again. by Henry Scott Holland

Posted by Heather Sullivan on October 14, 2016