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This page is dedicated to the friends and family we have all lost.
Althought at the time you feel as if you cannot carry one in your life, look up, for the light of love and carring is beaming upon you.
Let go, for only with tears and the support of friends
does the pain ease and life proceed all the lesser for the one you have lost.
Bernice Ann Scott~~~MOMMY~~~
November 22 1964 - December 7 2005
Wow…. There are so many things I want to share with every single one of you, special memories from a broken heart.
I wake up every morning
From another sleepless night
I slowly come to realize
That something isn’t right.
The Christmas tree is decorated.
Your purse sits by the stairs
Your shoes are at the front door
But they haven’t moved from there
You still had so much to do here
Why you left we’ll never know
You still had so many dreams for us
Places you wanted us to go.
You taught us to tie our shoes
The magic of winter when it snows.
And all the bad things that come from
Sticking fruit snacks up my nose.
You taught us love and kindness
To carry our heads up high
You taught us nothing was ever out of reach
If we kept reaching for the sky
You love is never ending
Like the mark left on our heart
Your were strong and independent
You never fell apart
And this is where I stopped because I came to realize that there was just to many wonderful things to list in a poem.
No matter who asked her about her family she always told them that she had five kids, her chickens as she called them, and she was always happiest when all of her chickens were in her nest.
I know she love Pat with all her heart. I don’t think that saw the two of them together would think otherwise. You were each other’s soul mate.
Jared, Jordan and Jasmine. You were her children just as much as Melanie and I are and she loved you with everything she had.
Melanie, her little monkey. She always said, “you guys wait and see, my baby has more potential then anyone I’ve ever seen, you just wait, she’s going to be something, something great”. You are her baby; her reason for doing what she did everyday. She had a special love for you, one she had for no one else. She loves you still.
She was and is known by so many different names. Bernice, wife, daughter, sister, mother, friend, mentor and inspiration. Loving caring beautiful, sweet and resilient. These are just a few of the wonderful thing my mom was and stood for.
Mom go with god, I love you, you are a part of me that I will never lose...I love you
My mom was always worried about leaving nothing for her family when she passed. Don’t worry mom...you left more then you’ll ever know. For we are your legacy. We are the ties that keep you here with us each and everyday. With every dream we fulfill and with every choice we make, we honor you, your integrity, your love, your life.
David Edward Katovich
Born: December 25th, 1964
Died: May 22nd, 2005
Upon his death, David was a trusted employee of the United States Government. He was also an accredited Teacher of sport. He held a Gold teaching Certificate from the United States Amateur Confederation of Roller Sports, where in the states of Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Missouri, he taught several students at the national level Roller Figure Skating. In 1998 he received a Weiss award, which goes to the coach of each levels national champion skater.
David is survived by His parents, Joseph Katovich and Flora Husken. Sisters Kathleen Woods and Karon Katovich, and Brother Joseph Katovich.
Services will be held at the Kall Funeral Home. There will be a brief viewing on Tuesday, May 24th, and Wednesday, May 25th from 7-9 pm, and funeral services will be on Thursday, May 26th at 1pm, Graveside Prayer to follow.
The family has asked in lue of flowers, donations be made to the USAC/RS Scholarship Fund in David's name.
In Loving memory of
David Edward Katovich
By: Karon Katovich
My family thought I should be the one to stand up here today. Maybe because I spent more years living with him then our brother or sister. Over the years I have seen every side to him there was.
As I am sure most of you know, Dave and I didn't always see eye to eye. We fought a bit rougher then most siblings do, but we also loved deeper then most siblings do.
I saw sides of Dave that many people never did. His caring nature, his good heart, his infectious laughter. We used to be able to make each other laugh better then any two people I know.
Not many of you know, when I was born, David took me to show and tell. He was 11 years old, in the 6th grade, and decided he wanted to take me along for the ride. He was always doing that. Taking me along for the ride. Not many adolescent boys would let their annoying little sister tag along with their friends...Just so I wouldn't have to be alone.
No matter what I was doing, I can't remember a time when he wasn't there, helping me, cheering me on, or just being there with me.
I remember once when I was 13; I was at a skating meet, a pretty important one. I had fallen in one of my races and hurt my ankle pretty badly. I need to place in my last race if I was going to be able to compete at the national level. A championship I hadn't missed since I started skating. and to make me even more nervous, this was the year for my first world tryout. But I wouldn't get that tryout without competing at nationals first. I was a nervous wreck, and David sat there rubbing my ankle for over an hour before my race, talking me through it, and pumping me up. He made me believe I could do it...and I did. I know I wouldn't have gotten through that without him.
And later...everyone knows how important a girl’s senior prom is to her. The last big high school moment before you say goodbye. I was pumped for mine. I spent months looking for the perfect dress, shoes, everything. and the day of my prom, I got stood up. Two hours after my date was to pick me up, I was at my kitchen table, crying my eyes out. So David, with his big heart, sneaks out, runs to the store to buy me a corsage, cancels his date with his girlfriend, and takes me to prom so I wouldn't have to miss it.
This is the kind of person he was. When he cared for someone, he did anything in his power to make them happy.
We all know some the mistakes he made throughout his life...god knows he was perfect. But then again, no one is.
The David I remember is the one who made me smile, made me laugh, and taught me to love selflessly. Although our relationship was filled with hard times and turmoil, I loved him deeper then he ever knew. And I will miss him always.
Steven Roy Woods
Born: February 28th, 2003
Died: June 14th, 2003
Steven is survived by his loving parents, James and Kathleen Woods, and brother Nicholas Woods. Grandparents Joseph Katovich and Flora Husken, and Ada & Gus Widnicki. Aunts Renee Tendar, Linda Billock, Tammy Swanson, and Karon Katovich, and Uncles Thomas Woods, Steven Woods, Doug Woods, Bill Woods, David Katovich, and Joseph Katovich.
Services will be held at the Heeney-Sundquist Funeral Home in Farmington Hills on Wed June 18th, 2003. The Family has asked in lue of flowers donations be made to the Michigan chapter of the Make*A*Wish Foundation in Stevens Name.
In Loving memory of
Steven Roy Woods
It brings us all great sadness today to put to rest our precious baby boy. Steven Roy Woods was truly a Miracle baby!
When we were first told of Steven’s illness, Months before he was born, we were warned that he may not survive his birth...but he did.
Then we were told that he may only live a few hours, if that.... but he fought to stay with us for nearly four months.
Although we did not know how long he would be with us, we did know it would not be nearly long enough.
With this knowledge, I made sure I cherished every moment I had with him, and instead of feeling angry, or resentful that it was not as much time as I would have liked, I feel love in my heart, and so blessed that I got the privilege to be a part of his life.
I am the lucky one. I got to see him smile, and hear him laugh. I got to hold him, and tickle him, and kiss him. I say goodbye to Steven, knowing he felt the love I have for him. The memories I have of his beautiful smile will stay in my heart always.
If Tears Could Build a Stairway
If my tears could build a stairway
and my love were a lane
I would walk right up to heaven
and bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken
it's so hard to say goodbye
you were gone before we knew it
and only god knows why
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow
what it meant to loose you
no one can ever know
I know you want me
to cry for you no more
and to look toward the happy times
life still has in store
Since you will never be forgotten
I pledge to you today
a hallowed place within my heart
is where you'll always stay
Stephanie Kinghorn:
September 11, 1984~~~~~~January 21,2002
KINGHORN, Stephanie Louise
With a heavy heart Melissa and Danielle are sad to express the sudden loss of their dear and loving little sister Stephanie.
Though her life was cut short(age 15) for such a beautiful young lady, now she is in God's hands to guide her through the journey home. Her grandfather, Calvin Kinghorn, and cousin, Russell Mitchell will be waiting with open arms for her.
May her love shine down on all that knew and loved her.
She will be missed by her loving parents, mother, Christine Kinghorn and father, Wayne Kinghorn and Sharon Dubs, sisters, Danielle, Melissa, Brandi, Nicole and brother Chris. Grandparents, Shirley Kinghorn and the late Calvin Kinghorn (1993), William and Catherine Holmes. Great-grandma Florence Lacey. Aunts, uncles and cousins; Ron, Lauren, Calvin and Caroline Kinghorn; D'Arcy, Sherri, Sam and Sawyer Kinghorn; Bernie, Lori, Jordan, Ashley and Josh Melnick; Marina Holmes Holmes, Joe Gibala, Tanya, Tara and Kaeden; Jim, Micheline, Michael and David Holmes; Terry, Ray, Bill, Catherine, Amanda and Nicholas Drouillard; Billy, Sheila, Matthew and Lathan Holmes; Scott and Cassie Holmes; Catherine, Michael and Jason Bondy; Meg, John, Kimberly and Russell Mitchell (2000), and many great aunts, uncles and cousins near and far.
Stephanie was in Grade 10 at Riverside Secondary School and will be missed by all her many friends and teachers. She was an avid reader and hoped to have a career in writing.
In honor of Stephanie's Memory a donation may be made to the Riverside Secondary School Library Fund. One of her greatest achievements was public speaking in grade 8, at Malden Central Public School where she won the Senior Division. We were very proud of her.
"This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you" Dad
"You have brightened everyone whoever knew you" Mom
