Arthur Patrick Shea M.D.

Dear Judy, David and I are so sorry to hear of Arthur's passing. He was a good quiet man, and treated people honestly and fairly. We will miss his sardonic humor and his acerbic wit.
With Love, David and Michele Schlisserman

"Doc" was an accomplished gentleman. Modest and humble as most of God's servants are. He will be missed dearly by his neighbors at Palm Circle Park.

Dear Judy and family, please accept my sincerest condolences on the loss of your dear Art.
Sincerely, Mary Perkins

We are so shocked by your loss. Please accept our sincere sympathy.
Charlotte & Bob Hoffman

We are so sorry to hear of Arthur's passing and know his loss will be deeply felt by all. Our prayers go out out you. It will be strange not seeing him riding through town on his bike...
Love,
Janet Paulmenn and Dave Settle

The Manhattan College alumni community shares the grief, and is now praying for our fellow alumni and the family at this time. The Alumni Office has been informed. As well as the Jasper Jottings community that I personally can reach. We are all a little poorer now. "No man is an island, entire of itself ... any man's death diminishes me". We are sorry for your loss.

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.

God saw you getting tiredand a cure was not to be.So He put His arms around you and whispered “come to me.” With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.