Grandpa, Dad, Randy, Old Grampy

Our Father, Who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.


Though I am tired and weary,
My eyes continue to weep,
And my heart denies me the comfort,
That I find only in my sleep.

So I sit alone in the darkness,
Before the firelight,
And stare into the flames,
On this dark and moonless night.

As the flames leap and dance,
I am surrounded by an eerie sight,
That evokes haunting memories,
Brought to life by the fire's light.

My thoughts take me back,
To a time when you were here,
To times when laughter filled my heart,
Times lost forever, I fear.

In the flames, I see your face,
Your sweet and loving smile.
And I know that we will meet again,
But I must wait a while.

These quiet moments of reverie, 
Bring comfort to my aching heart,
And tell me that you and I,
Are never far apart.

Now my heart begins to lighten,
As sleep arrives to claim,
The pain I felt just moments ago,
Before I saw you dancing in the flame.


LEICESTER- George Randolph Creswell, Sr., 89, of 6 Market St., died Tuesday, December 9th at the UMass Memorial Campus, Worcester, after an illness. He leaves his wife of 22 years, Marion G. (Hill) Creswell, 2 sons; George R. Creswell, Jr. of Auburn, Thomas P. Creswell of Winooski, VT, a daughter, Carolyn M. Padden of West Boylston, a brother, Robert Creswell of Camden, Alabama, 3 grandchildren: Randy J. Creswell of Portland, Maine, Lisa Creswell, Kelly Creswell both of Auburn, 3 nephews; Thomas Creswell of Panama City, Florida, John Creswell of Arlington, Alabama, Philip Creswell of Camden, Alabama, 2 first cousins; Glenna Burnett of Hartford, CT, Thomas Frary of Portland, Maine, 4 step-children; Charles S. Forsman, Gretchen L. Forsman both of Harwichport, Cape Cod, Penny G. Forsman of Leicester, Amy Ellen Forsman of Spencer, 4 step-grandchildren, Amanda Ebol of Spencer, April Forsman of Worcester, Jeffrey Forsman of Worcester, Aaron Forsman of Florida, 1 step-great-grandchild, Brendan Ebol of Spencer. He was pre-deceased by his first wife, Stella E. Soucy in 1980 and a niece Barbara Creswell in 2001. Born in Worcester, he was the son of George W. & Lillian (Ott) Creswell and lived there before moving here in 1948. He was a graduate of Classical High School in Worcester, attended W.P.I. and pledged to the fraternity, Sigma Phi Epsilon. He also attended the United States Diesel Engineering School. He was a line forman and engineer at New England Telephone and Telegraph for 43 years, retiring in 1978. He was a Navy veteran of WWII, serving on the USS Providence. He was a member of the Cherry Valley American Legion Post #443. He was an Eagle Scout and a Boy Scout Leader in Leicester for many years. He was a member of the Leicester finance committee, past-president of the Leicester Little League and was involved with the Babe Ruth League. He was an avid skier and a member of the National Ski Patrol Organization, patrolling Pine Ridge in Barre. He was a member of Christ Episcopal Church in Rochdale. A funeral service will be held Friday, December 12th at 9:30 a.m. in the MORRISON-MORIN FUNERAL HOME, 1131 Mai will be in Pine Grove Cemetery, Leicester. Calling hours will be Thursday from 4-6 p.m. in the funeral home. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Disabled American Veterans, Department of Massachusetts, Rooms 546 State House, Boston, MA 02133.

O Thou
    the Cause and Effect of the Whole universe
    the Source from whence we have come
    and the Goal toward which all are bound:
    receive this soul, who is coming to Thee,
    into Thy parental arms.
May Thy forgiving Glance heal his heart.
Lift him from the denseness of the earth.
Surround him with the Light of Thine own Spirit.
Raise him up to heaven
    which is his true dwelling place.
We pray Thee, grant him the blessing
    of Thy most exalted Presence.
May his life upon earth become as a dream
    to his waking soul,
And let his thirsting eyes behold
    the glorious vision of Thy Sunshine



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