Clara A. Griggs

Rest in Peace Aunt Clara. You will be missed.

Music, when soft voices die

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation

To Our Family, In Thought and Prayer..........
Please accept our Sincerest condolences in the loss of Aunt Clara. She was Truly a Sweet lady!
We shared some nice times with Uncle Zeb and her, with fondest memories of their 'fun at the shore' with our children - Stephen and Adrianne on occasional visits.
Clara's (and Zeb's) help, and Loving Care to Vivian when her Brother in Law Fran became widowed was a special gift! They were all a Delight to be around, and we hold special...

I was very deeply saddened to learn of Clara's death. She was a kind and loving person who will be sorely missed by all who knew her and loved her. Clara was an especially good and wonderful friend to my late Mother, Florence. I will never, ever forget how much her undying friendship and kindness meant to Mom. Please try to take some comfort in knowing that Clara is now in a much better place, together again with her dear husband Zeb and her beloved son Roscoe. My heart goes out to all...