Eric H. Monroe

Dad, truth is I miss you all the time, every second, every minute, every hour, every day. I love you Dad!!!!!

Memories of my cousin Eric--Christmas shopping at Shoppers World in Framingham where we viewed the Christmas dioramas and he gave me a Shirley Temple doll. Searching Grammas house on Main Street for Mitzys kittens. And later, I think, a cat named Maneshevitz. And as adults, he was the cousin I heard from the most, frequently checking in to see how Aunt Eleanor was doing. He visited her often, sometimes with Laurie in tow. I'll miss him, another link to our past lost.

Dad: You have entered into the Lords presence. All of your life's experiences that caused you pain, suffering and disappointment is absent in HEAVEN. You have been reunited with mom and Miller whom you missed terribly which left you with a heavy and broken heart that caused you much sorrow. I am comforted in knowing you have reached GODs balcony and that you are at PEACE. I want to thank you and know that I am blessed that you are my father. You have given me confidence in knowing that I can do anything; life is a gift that holds something special for me. You and mom have fostered a strong trust and faith for what my future holds. You always believed in me to make the right choices for my own happiness in my future even when I did not believe in myself. You would always tell me how proud you were of me dad but the truth is I was more proud of you. You exemplify strong character and genuine love. Your great characteristics are far too many to mention and its those characteristics that have been in bred in me which make me the woman I am today. I will see you and mom again one day and know that you are both looking down today and are my guardian angels in HEAVEN just as you were when you were present in your bodies. I LOVE YOU and a heart is not judged by how much you love but how much you are loved by others. Lovingly, Robin Rebecca

Todd, My deepest condolences to you and your family.

We spent much of our youth together...First on my summer stays in Stockbridge...where I taught you to fish in the creek across the road...Then in Blackstone..where it was a challenge....You thought I was a tough guy(not) and offered my fighting expertise to anyone you disagreed with...as.in..Leave me alone or I'll have my cousin beat you up(no chance)...then on to Bellingham and Scott Hill Acres.....where I got to be a ""teen"" a few years before you did...and we went on our own paths...The last memory I have of us.....I was USAF and home on leave and had to be at Otis AFB on the cape for flight training...You..my brother Ken and your white ford convertible took me to the gate...we all thought it was our last ride together..and it was...but not because Viet Nam would take me..Just our lives were to never cross again(my loss) I know you can look down and read this..FWIW.......I think or Hugo...Esther..Lee and you everyday..fondly I am saddened by your leaving..May Godspeed and may you rest in peace......prayers of comfort for the family and friends you leave behind........Your ""CUZ ZEKE""