To my "Dad" ,The mold was broken when you were born ! Your sense of humor , was the best ! The time we spent together the last two summers , I would not trade for anything in this world . At your graveside service this summer ( August 30th -Labor Day weekend ) I will be standing next to those "Four Beautiful Women" having one last COLD beer with you ! Love you DAD ! To John Oberstar at Fassbenders , Thankyou . And special thanks to my cousin Pete and aunt Agnes for everything you have done for my Dad the past couple of years . Above and beyond the call of duty ! There are so many Great people in the U.P. that Dad loved and talked about . So it finally made sense to me why he moved back . He was home Again . To the Many friends and family , I will see you August 30th . Until then . Chuck (Charles f Swanson)
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Chuck Swanson
City:
Boise, ID
Dad
I love you and miss you.
Here I am
Here I am swinging on ropes of time.
Here
I am hanging on to a dear life.
For a dear life I hang on to ropes that shred with tears from
painful calluses.
The
rope I'm on is old and my hands are tired.
As
I look back in time, it seems just as my rope was about to
break, I would then get swept away and caught by a new rope
that would carry me until I could get the swing of things.
I've always swung tell the last thread was gone.
But
now my pain persists and I realize that some one else made
these ropes I hang on.
I've never thought about where these so conveniently placed
ropes came from, but now I look up to where my rope seems
to be tied and I can see no end to my rope.
My
eyes are collecting with shreds of torn strands that are falling
off my rope caused by years of tears that slow down my swinging
motion, allowing my rope to unwind.
My
eyes are so filled with unwound rope strands that I can't
even see the rope that holds up my very life.
I will not let go of this unseen support, because while it
is within my grasp I can feel that at the end there must be
a tight knot held firmly in the hand of a God who has not
the will to let me fall into a fate unknown.
I cannot see but I feel that strand-by-strand my rope is thinning
out. With my painful callused hands I grasp onto a thinner
rope. To this I must act, and thicken my point of hold.
I'm at the bottom end of my rope and I don't want to die or
get lost maybe forever by falling into a darkness, which always
seems to lurk below me.
The
only way I know is up for survival.
The
rope is long and narrow but at least it's straight to happiness.
So
one by one with my callused and painful hands I will climb.
Daniel
Here are some family videos
Drums
after CJ died
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECRlaY-yuWs
My
YouTube Videos
http://www.youtube.com/user/djsimpi
CJs life
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4242508565795871684
DJS
City:
Boise, ID
Larry
was always good with a joke and quick with his whit.He was considered
one of my own uncle's.He will be sadly missed.
Jim hytinen and Family
City:
Marquette, MI
Although
it`s been years since I`d seen Larry or Ethel, I remember having
such great times with them. Larry was quite the character. Always
had a new joke or making signs for someone. I still have a wooden
sign he made with me on my 1975 Artic Cat.
My
sincere condolences go out to Larry`s family & friends. Wherever
Larry is, you can bet he has a crowd around him....& they`re
laughing. :)
Lori (Miles) Lohfink
City:
Northland, MI
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