Marilyn Ann Kielty-Hunt

1959-2008

Four wheels move the body.  Two

wheels move the soul.

A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms

when his hands are empty.

If tears could build a stairway,And memories a lane,I'd walk right up to HeavenAnd bring you home again.

When someone you love becomes a

memory, the memory becomes

a treasure.

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has

lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open

your eyes and see all she's left.

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of

our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let

us know they are happy.

Death leaves a heartache no one

can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

While we are mourning the loss

of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet her behind

the veil.

Although it's difficult today to see

beyond the sorrow,May looking back in memory help

comfort you tomorrow.

When you are sorrowful look

again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has

been your delight.

We go from loving them in the presence

to loving them in the absence.

Death - the last sleep?

No, it is the final awakening.

Death is nothing else but going home to

God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.

There are things that we don't want to

happen but have to accept, things we

don't want to know but have to learn,

and people we can't live without

but haveto let go.

Death is not the endDeath can never be the end.

Rest in Peace Marilyn.