DW

Monday, June 27, 2016

So sorry for your loss. May you find comfort in the words spoken at John 5:28,29
(28). "Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice (29) and come out, those who did good things to a resurrection of life, and those who practiced vile things to a resurrection of judgment".

Alysia Dubriske

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

We are thinking about you and your family. Our love is with you.

Rachel Johnson

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

I can just see your Dad laughing, smiling, and cutting up as He's watching over you right now. Smiling about his Hat, and knowing that every time you look at it you remember the Good Times and just how much He loves you. And I can see him telling me to remind you of this poem...

If You Could See Where I Have Gone

If you could see where I have gone,

The beauty of this place,

And how it feels to know you’re home,

To see the Saviors’ face.

To wake in peace and know no fear,

just joy beyond compare.

While still on earth, you miss me yet,

you wouldn’t want me there,

If you could see where I have gone.

If you could see where I have gone,

had made the trip with me,

You’d know I didn’t go alone.

The Savior came with me.

When I awoke, He was by my side,

and reached out his hand,

Said, "Hurry Child you’re coming home

to a grand and glorious land,

Don’t worry over those you love,

for I’m not just with you,

And don’t you know, with you at home,

they’ll long to be here too".

If you could see where I have gone,

and see what I’ve been shown,

You’d never know another tear,

or ever feel alone.

You’d marvel at the care of God,

His hand on every life,

And realize he really cares,

and bears with us each strife,

And that he weeps when one is lost.

His heart is filled with pain,

But oh! the joy when one comes home,

a child is home again.

If you could see where I have gone,

could stay awhile with me,

Could share the things that God has made,

to grace eternity.

But no, you could never leave,

once Heavens’ joy you’d known,

You couldn’t beat to walk earth’s paths,

once Heaven was your home.

If you could see where I have gone,

you’d know we’ll meet someday,

And though I’m parted from you now,

that I am just away.

So, thank you family, thank you friends,

for living for the Lord,

For teaching me to love Him,

to trust Him and His word,

And now, that I’m at home with Him.

secure in every way,

I’m waiting here at Heaven’s door,

to greet you some sweet day.

Cheryl, we all love you and are here for you and your family. Our prayers and thoughts are with you.

Beverly Tyler

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

My prayers are with the family during this time of sorrow. Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can not heal. He's just resting in the bosom of Jesus now, a much better place.

Denzil William Roland

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

My Dad was a great man... he was the best man I have ever known. His legacy is one of hard work, determination and a devotion to his friends and family which can't be matched. He provided for his family and endured hard times with a tenacious effort always directed at making sure his kids and wife had what they needed to survive, even in the leanest of times. He respected and honored his mother and father and did all he could to look after them in their old age. He looked after his older sister until she was taken home to be with the Lord. He tried to always be self sufficient and fix the things which had broken in an effort to be thrifty and out of a sense of wanting to see what he could accomplish with a little good old-fashion elbow-grease and some home-spun ingenuity. And while not always successful in his efforts to fix everything, as sometimes he would get something apart and back together, only to find he had extra parts left over - you could never fault the man for trying to stand on his own two feet - even if it sometimes caused havoc in re-fixing or replace an item here or there. But while thriftiness and frugality were certainly a way of life for him, he was not afraid to be generous, even lavishly so, to those in need, weather they were friends or family, or as in many cases, total strangers. He would never let someone go hungry away from his table. He gave many a souls a chance - a start at work and a living, allowing a man to prove himself - often times with generous encouragement, in his way of encouraging, with paternal sarcasm seasoned heavily with down-home humor. Sometimes a soul wouldn't know weather to be offended, or to roll over laughing! Ultimately, a man always knew where he stood with my father. He didn't pull punches - but he most always did what he did in love and out of concern. He was "Salt of the Earth", an authentic individual that you did't have to guess what his true motive and agenda was - cause he would tell you and he would be honest about it. He was a man who earned his living by the sweat of his brow, by working hard and not over-thinking his situation, but moving forward... always forward. He is a dying breed today a rare type of man that was apart of that Great Generation that helped make this land - the land of the free and home of the brave. He served his country with valor and endured the horror and hardships of war - and it left it's mark upon him with fitful dreams and occasional anxiety, although you would never hear him complain. In my whole life, I never once heard my father whine or give excuses. Never. He was not one to ever shirk his responsibility or to look for a way out of a difficult situation. he rarely if ever took off from work and when he did, you better bet it was for grave reason, and I do mean grave as in he was so sick he was physically unable, like when his heart gave out and he needed a four-way bypass to continue living. And when the doctor told him he would die if he didn't stop smoking, he did just that - he stopped smoking cold turkey like he had stopped drinking many years before. He once told me he couldn't imagine not being able to be around to finish raising me and my sister. When once I asked him why and how he had stopped drinking, he said in a matter of fact way - because I had you. I will never forget that. Fact is, I am afraid I will never live up to my father's legacy. I could only hope to live up to half the things he stood for, and even then I wouldn't be able to hold a candle for him to walk by. My father was a man's man, a leader who wasn't afraid to roll up his sleeves and lead from the front by example, never asking another to do what he himself was unwilling. I cannot say how much I will miss his example and presence in my life and I am much the poorer for having lost him. He was not only my father, he was my hero - a man who was bigger than life itself and who towered over the petty mundane struggle most men endeavor in just to make a name for themselves. He didn't care about accolades or flattery. He was unphased by such things, instead he keep his eye on the chief objective always trying to not falter or lose sight of his goal. He was loyal to a fault and passionate about his vocation and family, a man filled with the quite qualities that produce stability and safety for those around him. I respect my father profoundly, and even more so now that he's gone. I can only carry on trying to be a man he would be proud of - that he would approve. Shortly before he passed I asked my father for his blessing; and like a patriarch of old he place his hand upon my head and thanked God for "his great son" and asked for God to protect me and my family... but I'm afraid my father was mistaken in assessing my greatness, for if there is any greatness in me atoll, it's only because there is a bigger greatness in him who fathered me and taught me. I will miss you Daddy more than you can ever know. Be at peace now father and take your rest and leave from this sad and broken world and be with Him who made and created you and rejoice in the company of your friends and family long there in that home where they say that no storm clouds rise, in that home far beyond the clouds far away, and yet so near. I love you Daddy, and we all will miss you - Your loving son - Denny Boy

Steve Thrower

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Pat, sorry to hear about Denzil's passing. I enjoyed our prosfessional relationship for years. Always looked
forward to Wednesday sales call. Denzil was a real colorful character and I always loved his stories.
God bless you and your family, Denzil rest in peace friend