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... Our Pride in having brought into being a thing of Beauty

... The Awe when something Wild considers you one of its Own.

... The One who cares enough to explain, to guide, to provide a safe place for the Innocent to experience the REAL world - not a gilded cage, not behind a wall of glass. But allowed to breath the air, feel the earth, splash in the sea, to tumble in the grass, bruise a knee, stub a toe. The One who cares enough to remove a splinter without turning it into a life threatening ordeal.

... That our Parents were once Wide Eyed Children, dreaming of the World yet to come.

Remember the people who changed our lives,
who made us who we are today.
The people who brought us into the world,
and sacrificed to make it better for us than it had been for them.

Family who are here...

Those who put their lives on the line for our freedom -

Col. Thomas Nelson Moe

A brief story of Cousin Tom's "post graduate work"
as a guest at the "Hanoi Hilton"
Notre Dame Magazine, Winter 1995-96,
"Pure Torture"

More recently, Tom let Donald Trump have it on national TV via Ohio Govenor John Kasich

Honored by the Vice Presidential pick at the 2007 GOP Convention,
photo above with George Stephanopoulos in Iowa.

The local Lancaster, OH Sheriffs Office video honoring him for Veterans Day 2015

and those who have gone on.

Roberta "Bobbie" Foley

In early Feburary of 2023 my mom joined my dad, after 13 long years without him.
There will be a viewing with an informal service Wednesday, Feb 22 from 4 to 8PM
and an informal internment graveside at 10AM the next morning.

Roberta "Bobbie" Foley died at her home in Rialto, CA.
She was born in 1927 in Erie, PA, to Emerson and Virginia Morgan.

She was preceded in death by her husband of 63 years, Raymond Foley, and two grandsons. She is survived by children Sandra Ragan, Lawrence Foley, Lorena Wolfe, and Alan Foley, six grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, two great-great-grandchildren, and her younger sister, Shirley Toohey. 

Bobbie was a caregiver, but that word encompasses a lifetime devoted to both giving and caring. She was a homemaker, active in her local PTA and her daughters’ Camp Fire Girls groups. Bobbie loved cats with a passion, and there were cats living in her home for her entire adult life. She also knitted and sewed for numerous purposes, incredibly skilled in her craft, making everything from professional-quality costumes and wedding clothes to tents that could stand up to downpours (including the day of her younger daughter’s wedding). In later years Bobbie provided her creative skills to charity, knitting crates worth of sweaters and other items for children. 

Bobbie took her children to a wide variety of after-school activities, donating time, food, and craftsmanship to their work and causes. A welcoming and generous hostess, she loved music and ensured that her home was alive with song when guests came. Bobbie was the sort of neighbor most people want in the house next door, the children on her street welcome there during her children’s youth. “Just call me Mom,” she would tell them, and joke with her friends that they could lose track of which kids were whose. She will be deeply missed.

Funeral information here.

Raymond Foley

2007 was my parents 60th anniversary... in 2009 Dad lost his fight with cancer
also see his place of honor in the WWII Memorial Registry

© Sandra Ragan 1996

Michael Stephen Foley

Mike with sister Amy - Christmas 1993

We lost Mikey in a horrendous auto accident in 2000, which injured his young wife.

My stepdaughter, Gina Marie. Shot and killed along with husband, Gerald in 1992

Tim Keyes

We shared middle school, high school and the Prom,
the great restaurants of Beverly Hills,
the clubs of the Sunset Strip,
the wonders of the Getty and other LA museums,
long passionate talks about Egypt and progressive rock.

His love for culture, music, history and art were intense.

We also shared the horrors of his long dignified, but futile, fight against the AIDs virus...

selected lines from our favorite Tim Buckley album:

the candle died
now you are gone
for the flame was to bright
now you are gone...

and sometimes I wonder
just for awhile
will you remember me...

... through his eye he comes as love and tells her not to cry.

20x24 Oil done from a sketch while he was still doing what he loved most in his bar.

Greg Roldan

The best friend a person could ever have. Thirty six years was not long enough.


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