MEMORIALS

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

John Donne (1572-1631)

John Alan Kormylo

    July 1, 1955 — May 11, 2004

     Link to his Obituary

June Sanchez

(Currently, I do not know the details of June's passing. Contact me if you have information.)

Phillip W. Treick

Link to his Obituary

Craig S. Jurovich

Link to his page

Link to Fugitive story

Della "Cheri" Bratsky-Peck

Link to her Obituary