John L. Crowley

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome...

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

Well dad things are not the same with out you I sure missed you on your birthday but I think of you ever day. love eileen

Happy Easter Daddy!
We all gathered at Eileen's house and you were missed very much, she made blueberry pie and it was really good you would have liked it alot, I ate a piece for you:)

Dear Uncle Jack,
Almost a month has passed since you left us and your absence is keenly felt especially by your sister Madeline. You were a sweet, wonderful person. All of the compliments often given and favourable remarks often made seem exactly suited to describe you: a gentleman, a heart of gold, salt of the earth, a gracious intelligence, a good conversationalist, a hard worker, a lover of poetry, and a talented violinist. (I loved the way you'd play a tune for me over the phone....

I'm a member of Sacred Heart Parish, and I came to know John when Helen was studying to become a member of the Catholic Church. John was a wonderful man. He was quick with a smile, and I always enjoyed chatting with him at parish functions or after Mass. It's hard to believe he's gone and I will truly miss him. My deepest sympathy to his family.

Every once in a great while there comes a man who makes a great impact on everyone he meets. And even more rarely, that man will find a woman that is equally as wonderful. You would have only had to meet Grandpa once, to know that his heart was made of gold. Just sitting down for 5 minutes to listen to one of his stories from the past, or talking to him about his flowers and garden. To see the twinkle in his eyes telling a story about Grandma, or his girls when they were young. I only had the...

To Uncle Jack
I will miss you greatly, I have always known that you cared for each and every member of your extended family and prayed for us on a daily basis. My mother (Madeline) speaks to me on a regular basis of her great respect for you and the also the joy that you have brought into her life. Only 2 weeks ago she told me as she has many times of what a lively and joyous child you were. She loves to tell of the nonsense yoy got into in school and she has so many fond memories of you...

To All Who Knew and Loved My Uncle Jack
Everytime my uncle visited us in recent years he always reminded me of our beloved 'gramps',his father Neil Crowley. They shared strenght of character ,love of the land and deep spirtuality. Uncle Jack had a varied and interesting life anf many tales to tell. He is already missed by his sister Madeline and all of us in Canada. All sympathy to Eileen and Mary Grace and their families.Love Kathleen,Peter and family