Classmates who are deceased (86)

John Adams
John Adams
Ron Armstrong
Ron Armstrong
Cheryl Arnberg
Cheryl Arnberg
June Barthelmes
June Barthelmes
Jim Barys
Jim Barys
Kent Bath
Kent Bath
Paul Blavackas
Paul Blavackas
Richard Brandt
Richard Brandt
Geraldine Brown Doherty
Geraldine Brown Doherty
Nancy Bryngelson
Nancy Bryngelson
Bob Bullard
Bob Bullard
Gerry Burbank
Gerry Burbank
Eddie Calhane
Eddie Calhane
John Carbone
John Carbone
Eric Carter
Eric Carter
Donna Caron
Donna Caron
Don Clark
Don Clark
Eileen Day Fallavollita
Eileen Day Fallavollita
Jim Dickman
Jim Dickman
George Drawbridge
George Drawbridge
Steve Drawbridge
Steve Drawbridge
Linda (Duquette) Warren
Linda Duquette Warren
Pam Evans
Pam Evans
Andy Fay
Andy Fay
Sandy Folschild
Sandy Folschild
John Frey
John Frey
Susan Gagnon
Susan Gagnon
Albert Genest
Albert Genest
Carol (Gustafson) Gunter
Carol Gustafson Gunter
Bruce Hale
Bruce Hale
Steve Hammar
Steve Hammar
Jerry Hartson
Jerry Hartson
Debbie Hinckley
Debbie Hinckley
Charlie Holz
Charlie Holz
Carl Hosnander
Carl Hosnander
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Jeri Howard
Jeri Howard
Rick Hughes
Rick Hughes
Magda Johnson
Magda Johnson
Rodney Johnson
Rodney Johnson
Nancy Keyman
Nancy Keyman
Brian Kinney
Brian Kinney
Marcella (Kneeland) DiDomenico
Marcella Kneeland DiDomenico
Chris Kristoff
Chris Kristoff
Bob Leander
Bob Leander
Rick Lemay
Rick Lemay
John Lewis
John Lewis
Linda Lindquist
Linda Lindquist
Sharon (Lyra) O'Day
Sharon Lyra O'Day
Carl Mager
Carl Mager
Joelle Maki
Joelle Maki
Jack McGann
Jack McGann
Lee Mellor
Lee Mellor
Michele (Morgan) Fant
Michele Morgan Fant
Matthew Morkavage
Matthew Morkavage
Pat Morrison
Pat Morrison
Larry Nelson
Larry Nelson
Linda Oliver
Linda Oliver
Bev Olson
Bev Olson
Rod Osborne
Rod Osborne
Lorrelee (Packard) Emanuelson
Lorrelee Packard Emanuelson
Kevin Pandolf
Kevin Pandolf
Peter Perkins
Peter Perkins
Allen Perry
Allen Perry
Anne Pouttu
Anne Pouttu
James Pratt
James Pratt
Jane Rennicks
Jane Rennicks
Russell Rhodenizer
Russell Rhodenizer
Kay (Robertson) Jennette
Kay Robertson Jennette
Karl Sandstrom
Karl Sandstrom
Dale Sanford
Dale Sanford
John Schnier
John Schnier
Diane Sigel
Diane Sigel
Dwight Simpson
Dwight Simpson
Diane Smith
Diane Smith
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Thomas Smith
Thomas Smith
Ann Marie Suchocki
Ann Marie Suchocki
David Tabor
David Tabor
Alan Taylor
Alan Taylor
Michael A Thomas
Mike Thomas
Lennie Tornblom
Lennie Tornblom
Ilona (Tucker) Blavackas
Ilona Tucker Blavackas
Donna (Warrington) Boucher
Donna Warrington Boucher
Jimmy Welsh
Jimmy Welsh
Daniel Williams
Daniel Williams
Bruce Wilson
Bruce Wilson
Greg Wohlander
Greg Wohlander

Sonnet 30

by William Shakespeare


When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.

   But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
   All losses are restored and sorrows end.

There is No Going Back

by Wendell Berry


No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
   that possibility you were.
More and more you have become
   those lives and deaths
   that have belonged to you.
You have become a sort of grave
   containing much that was
   and is no more in time, beloved
   then, now, and always.
And so you have become a sort of tree
   standing over a grave.
Now more than ever you can be
   generous toward each day
   that comes, young, to disappear
   forever, and yet remain
   unaging in the mind.
Every day you have less reason
   not to give yourself away.

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

by John Donne


Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, & desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

   One short sleep past, we wake eternally
   And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.