Memorials


"It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch." -unknown



Robert H. Frank
June 19, 1936 - January 12, 2007

"De Oppresso Liber"
My Papa. The greatest hero that any girl could wish for. My grandfather was a wounded war hero who's wounds were deeper than a mere bandage could heal. He hurt, he bled, he killed. But there was never lack of gentleness to him. He had a quiet chuckle, deep laugh lines to mask the worry, unlimited affection for his family, and a deep love of all things beautiful. Everywhere I am there is a memory of him - stars in the night sky, a book sitting on an end table, the smell of coffee and cigarettes.

Thank you for being my light in dark places, my teller of stories, and having the strength of a river. Thank you for giving me passions according to live by and giving the inspiration to live according to my passions. I'll always miss you. You're forever in my heart. Always.

P.s. Don't worry. I'm OK, Papa. I promise.


Gotta Get That Shot.
Pamela "Logann" Anthony.
January 30th,1967 - April 25th, 2009.
"Live for the moments you can't put into words." 


Pamela "Logann" Anthony was a loving and strong woman. She took in "strays" and made us all family. She fed us and sheltered us. She listened to us and she loved us. No matter where we went, who we were, or where we came from...she loved us.

She was a devoted witch to the God and the Goddess. She practiced in only good ways, in perfect love, and perfect trust. She healed the sick with herbal remedies and taught the craft to the curious.

Pam loved to work in her garden. She loved taking long walks with friends and her Shitzu Kimo; with camera always in hand. When she wasn't out taking photographs she was reading. She read so many books I could never keep up with them all. We spent a lot of time at the library or simply sitting around with a cup of tea ( or in my case coffee). We'd watch T.v. on my computer or we'd simply sit outside and talk about life.

I cannot begin to describe the loss I feel. I didn't just lose a friend, I lost a sister. I lost a piece of myself.
I ask that if you ride, ride hard, but don't ride reckless. Someone will miss you as I miss her.


  Captain Black Jack
2010
 Jack saved my life. He entered it as quickly as he left it. He was an energetic, loving and protecting, three-legged ball of terror complete with Fu Manchu. He loved to hike, play with his ball, and dance. There will never be another dog like him.