Book of Memories for Frances Virginia Philbrook

Condolence From Debra Young Thuss

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 11:22:16 EST

Dear Mark, I was so sorry to hear about your mom. Just read it in the paper or I would have come to the service. I remember you came to my moms. I will always remember your being there, it was truly appreciated. I always admired how you took care of your parents. If you have a chance sometime give me a call we're in the phone book. Best to Nathan. Our thoughts are with you. Debra and Bill

Condolence From Patrick Dullea

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 14:56:48 EST

Mark & Nathan- I am so sorry to hear of your mom. Please call me on my cell so we can talk and catch up. (I heard your message on m house phone but the couldn't make out the # you left). Love to you both, Patrick

Condolence From thomas philbrook

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:26:31 EST

Sorry for your loss Mark as 1 of your many cousins i feel that your loss is a loss for the Philbrooks. She was one of the last of that generation I remember how much love she had for family.we have not seen each other since you lived on Fulton street in Rockland. But the memory of your dad and mom will be with me forever

Story shared: Passing time

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 00:03:00 EST

I so enjoyed spending time with Frances. She had this wonderful sense of humor that always made me laugh. She sure did like her mysteries and romances and Ripley the cat. When we would come over for a party or a dinner she would have all her makeup on and look so great. Maybe I could convince the boys to give Ripley to me now as he is "twin" to our Maui. But I digress. Mark took such wonderful care of her and she always said so to me. I will miss her.

Condolence From Rolanda and Brian

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:24:25 EST

Dear Mark and Nathan Our thoughts are with you. We hope each day brings back good memories. And inspiration for the future. With love, Rolanda and Brian

Condolence From Joan Dow

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:55:57 EST

I love this little poem and hope it is comforting, Mark. ____ Gone From My Sight I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a spec of a white cloud just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says; “There, she is gone.” Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!” And that is dying. - Henry Van Dyke

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Fri, 10 Feb 2012 11:47:00 EST