LEAVITT JOANN CONCETTA Age 69, October 6, 2012. Loving mother of Michael (Sharon), Paul (Heather) and David. Dear grandmother of Benjamin and Brandon. Sister of Mary Lou (Jerry) Malinowski and the late Anthony Manfre. Also many cousins, neices, nephews and friends. Visitation Tuesday 3 to 9 p.m. with Rosary in the evening at the Northrop-Sassaman Funeral Home, 19091 Northville Rd., Northville. In state Wednesday 10 a.m. until time of Mass 10:30 a.m. Our Lady of Victory Catholic Church, Northville.
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We are so sorry for your loss and thinking of all of you and praying for comfort. Your mom was a wonderful woman.
My Dear Aunt and truest friend. I will miss her forever. Donna
This has always helped me during these times Matthew Reibert A Parable Describing Death As A Transition to A Better Afterlife -The Story of the Dragonfly- Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more. "Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?" Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return. "That's funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second water bug. "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third. No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why." "We promise," they said solemnly. One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above. When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly. Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why." Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water. "I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least I tried, but I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what happened to me, and where I went." And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.
MY thoughts are with you all. I have lost a very dear friend from many years ago . She was such a giving person , always willing to share .She will be missed!