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Theresa Anne Petrie

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Theresa Anne Petrie

Birth
Alhambra, Los Angeles County, California, USA
Death
24 Jun 2004 (aged 51)
Banning, Riverside County, California, USA
Burial
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend Add to Map
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Theresa was a beautiful person, had a MSW and worked with the County for many years. She worked as a hospice Social Worker until her early & unexpected passing. Theresa was complaining of a horrible headache and despite going to see many doctors over a 2 week period, she was found dead in her bed of a cerebral hemmorhage. God Bless You Theresa...

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
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 is be spoken without an effort.
Without the ghost of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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.

Theresa was a beautiful person, had a MSW and worked with the County for many years. She worked as a hospice Social Worker until her early & unexpected passing. Theresa was complaining of a horrible headache and despite going to see many doctors over a 2 week period, she was found dead in her bed of a cerebral hemmorhage. God Bless You Theresa...

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
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 is be spoken without an effort.
Without the ghost of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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.


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