After you give you ticket to the lady at the admission's stand, you walk into the festival grounds. In front of you is an enclosed area decorated on three sides. The center-most statue is a large crucifix. Below the crucifix is a piece of wood with a clear glass protector that covers a sheet of paper. On that list appears to be some names. The names are...
The List of the Dead
Barbara Ann Yeager - Mother of Hannah Yeager Joseph Francis Furio - Grandfather of Hannah Yeager May - Grandmother of Angelic iGirl Ama - Grandfather of Original_Succubus Sandra Eggelston - Grandmother of Kez Mani Richard Firman - Great-Uncle of Kez Mani Elleen McGovern - Godmother of Pheonwings Arvid - Grandfather of The Witch Aryllia Donald P. Propst - Grandfather of emerald greenleaf Lavonne Propst - Grandmother of emerald greenleaf Stella Bernice Hartman - Grandmother of Lexie Kitten Richard Hartline - Grandfather of Tempest Lorelay Teddy Billings - Grandpa of i_eated_ur_cookies123 Neil Wright - Grandfather of kawaiifreak92 Ronald Helminiak - Grandfather of kawaiifreak92 Kiet Quoc Tran - Father of KuroGetsuKoneko Joan Osborne - Grandmother of Chrissy Osborne William Cox, 'Uncle Billy' - Uncle of ZombieTifa 18 Trudy Sydelle Levenson - Mother of Storm Scott Leventhal - Love of Storm Joseph Cabrera - Fiancee of Abnormal Alexandria Martin Hernandez - Grandfather of VocaloidMikuFan August Smith - Ex-girlfriend of Sam-Kitsune Danny - Grandfather of BunnyLovesChoo Honda Yoshiki - Father of little mochizuki Ngun Chun Liu - Great-Grandmother of [ mochi ] Greg Cox - Father of DieKraft Fe-Amon Barb - Grandmother of PatBenatar1 Phyllis - Great-Grandmother of PatBenatar1 Suzanne - Mother of Jalin Taiga Evangelia Kantartzi - Grandmother of cookie4allbymarilia Christopher Macyntire - Friend of melberry12 Flora Storrs - Grandmother of melberry12 Sarah Suzz - Sister of melberry12 Judy Crow Ligget - Grandmother of Vierna_Sterline Allen Crow - Grandfather of Vierna_Sterline Brenda Johnson - Great Aunt of Vierna_Sterline Hilda M. W. - Cousin of SarahNibbles Joseph W. - Grandfather of SarahNibbles Cass W. - Aunt of SarahNibbles Donald W. - Cousin considered an Uncle of SarahNibbles Debbie Sue Presley - Aunt of angelinspired002 Donald V. - Grandfather of After_A_Dream Elizabeth Grace - Sister of AlaskanBookwyrm Michael E. Angelo - Father of Raiko_MehoUnder the list of names is a row of unlit votive candles with a white candle in the center. To light the votives, you must take one of the wicks and collect the flame from the large white candle.
(Please note that you may not use any other candle pictures other than the above votive. You are free to take the votive and keep it, provided you save the candle to you own server. Hot Linking is not allowed.)
Light a candle and say a prayer. Unlike most churches, the votive lighting is free.
To your right is another statue, but it is smaller than the crucifix statue. It is the image of St. Francis of Assisi. Below his statue is another glass-protected list with the following names...
The Pet List
Casey - Dog / Boxer of Hannah Yeager Gus - Dog / Rottweiler of Kez Mani Tempest - Dog / Mixed breed of Kez Mani Ginger - Cat of Luxraybites Sixten - Cat of The Witch Aryllia Thomas - Cat / Ginger Tabby of Tempest Lorelay China - Cat / Black Cat of kawaiifreak92 Baxter - Dog / Boston Terrier of Holycheesestick Angel Erin "Piggles" - Rabbit of Chrissy Osborne Tad - Rescue Cat of Rainy_31 Tramp - Dog / Golden Retriever and German Shepherd Mix of Evelyn Moonmeadow Honey - Guinea Pig of Evelyn Moonmeadow Ginger - Guinea Pig of Evelyn Moonmeadow Hershey - Guinea Pig of Evelyn Moonmeadow China - Dog / Pug of sad_princess14 Foxy - Dog of Johnny-Fkn-Keroscene Marshmellow - Bird of Johnny-Fkn-Keroscene Shmee - Bird of Johnny-Fkn-Keroscene cinnabon - Bird of Johnny-Fkn-Keroscene Angel Baby Kisses - Dog/Australian Shepard of Jenna Przybyla Morris - Cat / Orange Tabby of BunnyLovesChoo Fred - Cat of BunnyLovesChoo Buddy - Fish / Beta of BunnyLovesChoo Weezie - Dog / Pug of BunnyLovesChoo Sushi - Dog / Siberian Husky of Sam-Kitsune Jedd - Dog / Labrador of Stealthasaurus Rex Taffy - Cat / Ginger Tabby of Stealthasaurus Rex Elvira - Dog / Bloodhound of Stealthasaurus Rex Dexter - Dog / Dachshund of Setsunasa Zoey - Dog / Australian Shepherd of hellhounds_keeper Ame & Ume - Dwarf Hamsters of misterhime Rugar - Dog / Pomeranian of angelinspired002 Hikaru, Cookie, and Coco - Hermit Crabs of SarahNibbles Midnight - Black Chick / Chicken of XxKiara-ChanxX Luna C - Rat of Bent Warped and Twisted Mana - Dog of zero is collared Li-chan - Cat of Gun Mage04 Mora - Cat / Persian of Lodiu Bobbi - Dog / Shetland Sheep Dog of shadowhunter2255 Swave & Tango - Dogs of Your Uncle Grandpa Bernie - Leopard Gecko of SolitudeinSilenceTo your left is a simple wooden post with a third glass-protected list. While there are no highly decorative ornaments, the writing on the paper keeps the memories of loved ones in a simple, dignified place of honor. All the list contains are the following words...
The Stories
Neil Wright's Story
My grandpa Neil was a man who had a long life full of struggle. Most of his childhood and teen years were never talked about. My Grandma told me that he had an entire different life where he came from. She told me that his family had been exiled and they ran away to America. They left everything behind, includeing their family name and Neil's wife and child. It was hard for them but they managed to survive. My Gandpa fell in love with my Grandma and they had three children who he loved with all his heart. He was an army man and served the country well. After he got out of the army he worked as a mechanic. As time went on and he got older he sadly had a stroke and lost his ability to talk and he had limited mobility. This is the grandpa I knew. Always spoiling me, letting me sit on his lap. He wasn't in my life long though. I was five when he started to get worse health wise. I don't remember much but I remember seeing him in the hospital asking why he had a weird tube with yellow liquid in it sticking out from under his gown. I was oblivious to the concept of dieing. Then came the day he passed and the funeral. My parents said I was to young to go so I did not get to see him. I only now realize since I'm older that he was very important to everyone he had ever touched in his life. He was a happy always optomistic man who made everyone's days better.
Ronald Helminiak's Story
My grandpa Ronnie as we called him was not a grandpa I always liked. He was a person who was grumpy a lot and he teased us a lot. But now I think that was part of his charm. He was a steryotypical old man when it came to the relationship he had with my grandma. They were usually argueing about something usually on how one of their five kids had turned out or why he ate practially nothing but soup with lots of ketchup in it. He was a really nice careing person once you got to know him,which I did in his last two years of life. He mellowed out dureing that time. I remember sitting on his lap listening to him talk about things he had done in the army or in his lifetime or I would talk to him about my wild ideas that always ran through my head. He got sick with liver cancer and the doctors knew he wouldn't make it. He lived the last two months of his live in at home hospice with all his children comeing to see him and staying with us. I remember comeing down the stairs going to the room where Grandpa was supposed to be and he wasn't there the only thing in the bed was my Dad crying,that was the only time I have ever seen him cry. He told me Grandpa had passed in his sleep. Being twelve now and haveing someone die before I understood more this time. I look back now and see the whole time he wasn't really mean he just like to have fun and mess with us. I guess you could say he was still young in that respect.
Kiet Quoc Tran's Story
Ever since I was young, my father walked with a limp. I thought that that was how all fathers were supposed to be. Later on, I learned by accident from my brother that he was in a war, the Vietnam War. I never thought that my daddy would fight in a war or anything like that. He was a peaceful man who couldn't work so he took care of the children while his wife worked. Over the years and after a car accident, he started to lose himself and parts of his mind. In the end, his body failed him, and his soul parted from his body. He left the world of the living last summer, days after the fourth of July. My mother couldn't watch the fireworks because she was so worried about daddy. I remember him as my father. He loved to have a daughter, and when I was born, he had a huge grin on his face. He cared about me the most, and he took care of me when I was a baby. I will always remember the day when I was in the shopping cart and I asked my daddy to run around the store fast. He did, just for a short time, but he did it for me. His soul still lives on because I can feel that he's looking after his family.
Joan Osborne's Story
It's nearly been twelve years since she passed, but sometimes I still feel like I can hear those old boat shoes or slippers shuffling across the floor of yours and Grumpy's house when I'm there. Sometimes I stop, waiting to hear you whistle an old Sinatra tune like you always did. I remember when I was seven or 8 years old, and I danced to "Luck Be a Lady" for tap class. I rehearsed that routine every day because you had all of his songs on CD. Seeing how much you enjoyed my practicing made me so happy, and I think that's why I danced so well during the recital. I wonder if you'd be as proud of me now that I'm 23 as you were when I was that 8 year old girl tap-dancing her heart out on that stage. I miss you so much, you were the best grandmother and friend a little girl could have.
Nathan Markus' Story
Twins are special from birth, but my brother was exceptional. His motivational skills and blinding smile are few of his assets I wish I could learn to imitate. Some of his many accomplishments were in dance and theater. I am sure he would have grown up to become a role model to many. He died the end of our senior year the age of 16. Thanks to him I no longer look for the sharks in the shadows.
William Cox's Story
My childhood was not pleasant. My mother was hardly around, leaving me and my younger sister in the care of my grandmother. But what brought me happiness was my uncle, always bringing small treats for my sister and I. I remember always looking out the window of our old two story house and getting excited when I would see his red car pull up. As the years went on his health started slowly deteriorating, but he always managed to get up early and make sure we had a ride to school. I was a freshman when his condition got worse and he began staying with us. I got called out of class one day and my mom told me I needed to come to the hospital, he was on his last breathe. When I got there, though...I couldn't stay in the room. My hero was barely breathing and hooked up to numerous tubes, I rushed out crying and sat downstairs with my mom. Ten minutes later..he passed away. I will never forget all the generosity he gave, even when he wasn't strong enough to walk. I love you Uncle Billy.
Joseph Cabrera's Story
He had a normal childhood. Normal friends, good grades, great parents. He just couldn't complain at his life. Me and my twin met Joseph at a park when we were seven as our foster parent tried to get us out of the house. Our parents gave us up a moth after we were born, and we weren't comfortable with talking with other children, even at the age we were. He stepped in from of us with a smile on his face and small toy trucks in his hands and everything went great from that point on. W e talked, laughed and did any thing that normal kids did at the time. We grew together and we passed the highest and lowest points in our lives, spending all of our time with each other telling our problems as if we were our personal psychologists. We were both adopted, both shared similar problems, and we understood what we went through. And I couldn't help to fall in love with him, and the rare thing is. He felt the same. Even though we spent a total of three years running around in circles, not even knowing our love for each other. He finally got tired and stood his ground and confessed to me. In a park. In June. You could never know how happy I was. And I cried. And said yes, of course. We were together for a total of two years and seven months and I was. Head over heels in love with the kid. He might have been the nicest, sincere, responsible, talented male that ever crossed my path on the face of the earth and I could never be too thankful for him and I can admit to this day that he made me the person I am to this day. At the age of seventeen, I was proposed to him in the same park he asked me out. I knew I was young and I was clear about that. But I loved him with all my heart and I just knew he was the one. Something in my heart just said it. I accepted after ten minutes of sobbing "I love you, I love you, I love you" into his arms as he cuddled me and chuckled to my reaction. The engagement went good. We had almost everything planned out in a course of five months. But things went down hill after just one day. On Father's Day of last year, he got in a fight with a robber that tried to pick pocket him, in which the robber pushed him to the floor and shot him on the side of a building on his way to work. No one was actually around to help him, but he managed to call 911 before passing out. Sadly. He didn't make it. If he hears me. I would. Just tell him that he will always be in my heart, and he won't be forgotten. Ever. I will always love you for the rest of my days, Josh.
"Je t'aime. Toujours avoir. Toujours volonté .. Et jusqu'à ce que nous rencontrons une fois de plus dans les portes du Ciel, je vais vivre ma vie pour nous deux."
"Je t'aime. Toujours avoir. Toujours volonté .. Et jusqu'à ce que nous rencontrons une fois de plus dans les portes du Ciel, je vais vivre ma vie pour nous deux."
Paul Gray's Story
Paul Gray was the bassist for a band that is really important and very dear to me. They have helped me in ways I could never repay. On May 24, 2010 he passed away. I couldn't tell you how I felt. It was so surreal and for a while, I couldn't believe it was real. I'm not related to him in any way, nor did I personally know him, but he has taught me so much about life and how to be a better person. I'm not sure where I'd be without this man. He was and still is an amazing soul and should be celebrated. He is missed by many.
Greg Cox's Story
I am no poet, but my dad was. He wrote two poetry books and another with his wife, Tina Cox, who is now trying to get it published. I have always read this poem, not by him, and thought I did not understand it and now that he is gone I do. It speaks to me volumes.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Evangelia Kantartzi's Story
We all loved my grandmother for her joy and clear soul she had and her will to live. She used to live with my grandfather to the centre of Athens and we lived on the suburbs of Athens. The distance was far so they visited us every Sunday. We went to eat and then to eat ice cream. After that we said goodbye and we drove them to the centere. A typical example of my grandmother was her joke - it was a real joke about a woman who lived at her childhood town. I have heard it for about a milion times. However one summer day, my grandmother decided to go swimming, my grandpa couldnt swim because of his legs, and this swimming made her drown. She died unfairly and all of us will never ever forget her...
Christopher Macyntire's Story
Back in 8th grade my friend was shot by his own twin. I still miss him deeply. Igot to school on may 16th and saw my teachers crying. They told me my friend died. I was so distraught but I didnt cry all these years because I was afriad he would hate me. But recently, I hoped he would just pop in and say "Hello Mel, I see we are in the same class again. I loved his smile. He died the night before I could tell him I loved him.
Flora Storrs' Story
Two months ago, my 83-year-old grandma passed away from cancer. She was always kind and gentle and very loving. She would always send me things for my birthday or the holidays.
Sarah Suzz's Story
My sister was killed in a hit and run. She was a great person who was so kind.
Thelma Uhles' Story
Thelma by relation, was my great aunt. I never truly spoke to her, became close to her, I didn't even know her birthday. She lived the majority of her life in a wheelchair and at my grandmothers. One day, from my parents, I found she died of a heart attack. I didn't really feel anything. Its not like I really knew the woman. Later that night.. It hit me. I don't know what overcame me, but I curled up in a ball, consumed with grief. I realized.. I didn't even take the time to get to know her. I didn't care to. I didn't even feel anything when I first found out she died. I only wish I could've gotten to know her, to understand the wealth of knowlege she held, to be close to her. All this happened over four years ago.. There are still times I cry, because I never knew her.
Judy (Ganny) Ligget Crow's Story
She was a loving grandmother who stayed strong for everyone and tried her hardest not to show her weakness. Even while on bed rest, she was still cracking jokes and making sure everyone was ok and happy. She was the person I would always run to for everything and she knew exactly how to tell me the truth with out beating around the bush but also not hurting my feelings. She knew how to get the point out and make you realize something even if you don't realize what she is doing at the time. She was a wonderful woman of 4 kids and 8 grandchildren. And she fought until the very last second to make sure she could tell all her loved ones good bye. She inspires me everyday, and will continue to inspire me for the rest of my life.
Brenda Johnson's Story
She was a very strict aunt, but she had her nice and loving moments, and she taught me a lot of valuable lessons that I still use through out my life. She was a very wise woman, one of the older sisters of 7 girls. Amazing enough to live through that house, but even more amazing to help with her nieces, nephews, sons, daughters, and then grandchildren. She taught all the kids that she lived to see lessons that none of them will forget.
Allen Crow's Story
A wonderful grandfather who stood by his wife through everything that she went through and more. Between teaching me piano lessons and splitting up fights between my sister and I, he helped me understand many things about life and the people around me, especially my family. He helped solve differences between friends and relatives, and he made sure the peace was kept when he could and he tried to keep the peace when everyone told him it was impossible. He was the guy people would see in his community that had random people over for a barbecue just because he felt like cooking. He was a great man, and he showed me many things that will never be forgotten.
JC Bricker's Story
JC Bricker was my entire world from the day I was born to the day he passed away. He was my best friend, my other half, my true love. I learned everything girls usually learn from their moms or their girl friends from him. He taught me how to climb trees, how to swim, what boys really want, and how to dress to impress. He taught me how to stay strong, to love and believe in myself, and never take a day life for granted. He would tell me his goal in life was to make me always smile, and this he did. I loved him like no other, and when he passed away from a brain aneurysm I felt as if a big part of me had died with him. I still talk to him, and I try to think of what advice he would give me, and when I'm really down and low I lie down and try to imagine his arms wrapped around me, and it helps...even if a little. I know he is still with me, always hovering over my shoulder, making sure I stay out of trouble. I know he would be proud of me, and of my son, who I named after him. I live my life to the fullest for the both of us. I never miss a heart beat and when life takes my breath away I think of him, and I can feel him standing with me. And every chance I get, I send a prayer to him wishing that he is well in heaven and remind him that I still love him more than I could ever love any other man, and through out my life, which I do hope will be full and long, I'll be waiting to be with him again, so that my broken heart can be whole again. <3
Brain Underwood's Story
he was working with the police department near orlando, FL. he was working with them to get someone off the streets . he went to one of the "parties" of the person and was found out. then the person and a few of his buddies just beat him till the brink of death while everyone just watch (they didnt even try to help or seceretly dail 9-1-1) then the by ditched him in a room and he died (i dont know where he died in the room or at the hospital) then the trial to convit the person responcible for Brain's death. he was found not guilty ( he knew a lot of people who was in the department that took over the case).
