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Steven W. Siegfried

Easton, Pennsylvania

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Steven W. "Ziggy" Siegfried, 55, of Easton, Pa passed away Friday, July 25, 2008 in VNA of St. Luke's Hospice House. Born: On May 12, 1953 in Easton, Pa, Steven was a son of the late Carl N. and Rosie Serfass Siegfried. Personal: Steven and his wife, the former Colleen Murphy, would have...

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Rest in Peace Uncle Stevie

steve is at peace and knows you loved him,He will be with you always- in your hearts and memories.Please continue to speak his name,he will hear you for love is always heard

Good By old friend,i will miss you

Steve, You will be missed and never forgotten... We will all see you someday and we'll be happy again... Take care of yourself up there.. R.I.P.

Dad rest in peace and god be witrh u

Daddy iam going to miss you and will always try to be the best son a father can always have.LOve You with all my heart Your Loving son

steve going to miss you this was one of the greatest guys to walk this earth would do anything for any one and ask nothing in return now you are free to be what ever you want to be going to miss you you are in gods hands now hope you will be having fun up there because you will be missed down here love all your friends that hung down at wawa's

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the...

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