All Obituaries

God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be.  So He put His arms around you, and whispered, "come with me."  With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands were put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes  The Best.

God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you, and whispered, "come with Me." With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, working hands were put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. 

Irish Blessing May the road rise to meet you, May the  wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm your face,  And rains fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you, and whispered, "Come With Me." With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands were put to rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. 

At the age of 78, on Tuesday, July 31, 2018, Bienvenido Nicolás García Ledesma passed away. For the last couple of years, he struggled with dementia, and encountered further complications after suffering a fall at the nursing home, where he resided. Bienvenido or as he was commonly referred to by close friends and family members “Pupullo,” (a name that made reference to his notable good looks) was born on March 08, 1940 in the Dominican Republic to...

LAST FAREWELL He wished no one a last farewell, nor even said goodbye. He was gone before we knew it, And only God knows why. They say time heals all sorrow, And helps us to forget, But time so far only proves how much we miss him yet. God gives us strength to face it, And courage to bear the blow, But what it meant to "love" and lose him. No one will ever know. "A Beautiful Life" A beautiful life that came to an end, he died as he lived, everyone's friend. In...

Flor Mayela Whittaker was born in Puerto Limon, Costa Rica on July 20, 1958 to David Barthley Johnson and Albertina Flores Ibarra (Marina). She was the eldest of 9 children. At the age of 3, her family moved to Escazu. With it’s surrounding mountains, it became one of her favorite places. She was very fond of it’s customs and folklore… “Gallo pinto” and Tamales.  Soon she received a scholarship to attend a vocational school for cosmetology in the capital...