Barbara Ann Cesarini

When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may...

Cindy&Family,
My oldest and dearest friend, over the years I have heard many wonderful things about your special Aunt Barb. I know she ment the world to all of you. I am so sorry I was unable to attend but my heart is with you. If there is anything I can do or if you just want an ear,I'm hear for you. Any time any day .Please call

Our thoughts are with the New York branch of our family during these trying times. Love to all.

Wes Stead & Family

John, please accept our sincerest condolences at this difficult time.
Dio Benedica.

John: My prayers go out to you and your family. God Bless Barbara. She was a wonderful person.