Jim's and Rose's children

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*Jimmie Carol Vacarezza,           Doug Vacarezza               | Bobbie Nagel           | Lowell Nagel           | *Dan Penrod

*Jimmie Carol (Penrod) Vaccarezza, 1951 - 1999
We lost Jimmie on April 8, 1999.
Nature found it necessary to end her life
with a massive heart attack. No one suspected.
We have all the faith there could be that God,
Jesus, the Holy Mother and a host of angels welcomed
her into their presents for eternal rest.

Below is a poem written by her daugher's friend, Lori Guadagnolo

Jimmie was fun and
Jimmie was kind
And believe me she'd give you
A piece of her mind
Shad a strong will
And a caring, open heart
But for most of us her laugh
Was the best part

She gave out advice
And helped those in need
And always made sure
The little human pigs had their feed

She loved her kids
And she loved her man
And boy did she love
Her old brown van.
(Reference to a Chev van she drove for about 14 years)

A wife, a mother
A daughter, a friend
her life on earth
has come to an end

Some still need to grieve,
And some are so sad,
But let's try to rember
What a great life she had.

Jimmie is laid to rest in the Linden cementary

 *Joseph Daniel Penrod, 1955 - 2005
Dan was taken from us by cancer on Sept. 29, 2005.
We have all the faith there could be that God, Jesus, the Holy Father
and a host of angels welcomed him into their presents for eternal rest.

Dedicated to my sister, Bobbie, my mother, Rose, my father, Jim
and to all those that I love.
A poem adapted from:
Beyond the Sunset

Since you have gone and we remain,
To walk the road alone,
We'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known.

In spring We'll wait for roses red,
When faded, the lilacs blue.
In early fall when brown leave fall,
We'll catch a glimpse of you.

Since you have gone and we remain,
For battles to be fought.
Every thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.

We'll hear your voice;
We'll see your smile,
Tho blindly we may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will bouy us on with hope.

Since you have gone first and we remain,
One thing we'll have you do,
Walk slowly down that long long path
For soon we'll follow you.

We want to know each step you take,
So we may take the same.
For someday down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name.

He is laid to rest in the Linden cementary.

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