Mildred Samarziya (milsam@gogebic.cc.mi.us)
30 March, 1999
Still loving you and missing you. May you rest in peace. Almost time
for the pussy willows to bloom. Wish you were here.
From your wife and children.
22 September, 1998
Miss 'ya, Pop. We love you. Watch over
us.
From Don and Sharon.
michael samarziya (michaels@ameritech.net)
22 September, 1998
To my dear Uncle John, the man who showed me how to fish. Thank
you Uncle, I miss you so.
Love
Mike Samarziya
Just a small token to the Uncle I miss. Thank you for teaching
me the simple pleasures of life.
Mike Samarziya
Dan Chupinsky (danc@ace-tex.com)
20 September, 1998
Our times together were few and far between but I recall a ride
to your back 40 which seemed a world away and your watchful eye
while we were pulled along on the Powderhorn tow rope. Rest in
peace Uncle John.
Do not stand by my grave and weep.....
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the
morning hush,
I am the
swift upflinging rush
of quiet birds' circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry....
I am not there
I did not die.
Author Unknown