Burpee, Carpenter & Hutchins Funeral Home

Condolence: 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: 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: 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

Condolence: 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: I love this little poem and hope it is comforting, Mark.
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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