Visitation at Funeral Home
Bunny was a wonderful friend, always had a smile for me, we are so sorry Ann, love you
homes not merely roof and room. it needs something to endear it bunny, home is where the heart can bloom. where theres some kind lip to cheer it .what is home with none to meet. none to welcome, none to greet us. home is sweet...and only sweet... where theres one we love to meet us bunny.our bunny was an angel upon the earth,she was a minister of blessings to all human beings within her sphere of action.wisdom is to be gained only as we stand upon the ahoulders of those who have gone before us .when a first grade pupil frank was asked what he had learned the first day in school, he said first of all, i learned that my name isnt precious...its frank .joke anything parets havent learned from experience they learn from their children.the true scret of happiness lies in the taking a geunine interest in all the detail of daily life . recall it as often as you wish, a happy memory never wears out.her heart bunny is like her garden old-fashioned,quaint and sweet, with here a wearth of blossems and there a still retreat.alone now in her house hugs thoughts of dear distant ones and sees in all her faded footwrn rugs the mark of heart=bright memories. there is no love like the good old love-the love that bunny has given us all,let gratitude for the past inspire us with trust fo the future we love you bunny. may god bless you for ever.