In Loving Memory
of
Rose Christine Frazetta
May 30, 1931 - September 20, 2016
Beloved Mother, Sister, Grandmother,
Great Grandmother, Great-Great Grandmother
and Cousin
The Twenty Third Psalm
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth
me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He
leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His
name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with
me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou pre-
parest a table before me in the presence of mine
enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup run-
neth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of
the Lord for ever.
Amen
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Order of Service
Chapel Services: Opens with Greetings and Prayer 23 Psalms
Minister: Pastor Parker Howe
Eulogy and Family Comments
Song: His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Pallbears:
Louis Gray, Dwayne Vincent, Denny Harold,
Isaac Hitch, Dom Collins
and Chris Bashir
Benediction, The Lords Prayer
Repast:
Hammond Residence
116 W Orion Avenue
Jupiter, Florida
Crossing The Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam.
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face,
When I have crossed the bar.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Remembering You Always