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This memorial website was created for Agnes Robinson who was born on August 4, 1907 to the late Paul (1951) & Katherine (1952) Roehr. She was preceded in death by her 1st husband James Walker (1927), her 2nd husband Milton Robinson (1969) and her 2 sisters Helen Nugent (1956) and Marie Simaitis (1983). She also outlived her son William (Eleanor 1997) Walker (1997) and her grandson Michael Robinson (1991). Survivors include 3 sons, James (Pat) Walker, Paul (Jean) Robinson, Milton (Anna) Robinson Jr., 3 daughters, Marie (Bill) Revak, Iris (Jim) McDowell and Helen Ibbetson. Also survived by 16 grandchildren & 14 great granchildren.


         WE WILL REMEMBER HER FOREVER 

                                                                          

                

 

 

                        

 

 

  

  

                 

                

 

 

 

  

                                            

                                          

                

                                       
                            

                             

 


          

 

   

  

   

  

 

 

                            

 

    

          

 

                                       

                         

 

          

      

 

 

                    

                                    

 



         


   
    

 
 

                    

 

 

   
              



                            

                

 

                                              
       
 
     
For years you told us you were on your way out......you left us suddenly on Sunday, March 28th at 9:20 p.m. 



  
   


     

                      WE MISS YOU!

                         WE LOVE YOU!     
 

                     

                   Your Gang
   


 
             

 

                   

   

                           The Family Link         

We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.
The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache as we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you no one will ever know.
Our thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill.
In life we loved you dearly; in death we love you still.
There will always to be a heartache and often a silent tear.
But always a precious memory of the days when you were here.
If tears would make a staircase and heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven and bring you home again.
We'd hold you close within our hearts; and there you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives until we meet again.
Our family chain is broken now and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
  

                                                 Author Unknown

      
 

 

                            



                 
                                    

    

                

            
           
    Our lives go on without you
    But nothing is the same,
    We have to hide our heartaches
    When someone speaks your name.

    Sad are the hearts that love you
    Silent the tears that fall,
    Living our lives without you
    Is the hardest part of all.

    You did so many things for us
    Your heart was kind and true,
    And when we needed someone
    We could always count on you.

    The special years will not return
    When we were all together,
    But with the love within our hearts
    You will walk with us forever.

         (Author Unknown)

 

 

                   

 

 

    

                

                     



  
  Now that I am gone,
  remember me with smiles and laughter.
And if you need to cry, 
cry with your brother or sister 
who walks in grief beside you.
And when you need me,
put your arms around anyone 
and give to them what you need to give to me.
There are so many who need so much.
I want to leave you something -- 
something much better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I've known 
or helped in some special way.
Let me live in your heart 
as well as in your mind.
You can love me most 
by letting your love reach out to our loved ones,
by embracing them and living in their love.
 Love does not die, people do.
So, when all that's left of me is love,
give me away as best you can.

         -- Author unknown



                          

 

 

                  Mom, we miss you always, 
               But especially on Mother’s Day;
               As we go about our daily lives,
               We wish you hadn't gone away.
 

 

 

                       

 

                               

                               

 

              

         


                      
                   


                               SISTERS

                    MARIE   AGNES   HELEN
   


                       
    

 

                          3 DAUGHTERS

             

                    Iris       Marie       Helen

 


    
       

 

 

 

            
               
      
     
     Visit her Great-Grandson's website 
                       click below    
    
        
paulie-robinson.memory-of.com 


                               

                  7/19/83 - 7/28/06 - Age 23

 

                    
   


                    

                        Michael - Mom

         Grandson - 11/1/57 - 7/20/91 - Age 33



                     

                           Mom - Bill

             Son - 11/1/27 - 2/22/97 - Age 69

 

 

              

 


     
     

GRIEF is what you think and feel on the inside after someone you love dies. MOURNING is the outward expression of those thoughts and feelings. This site is to encourage mourning (under tributes) which is an essential part of healing. 

  
  
 
     

Though your loved one is no longer physically with you, they live on through your memories. Memories are one of the best legacies that exist after the death of someone loved.



                 
  

 

   

        

                       MOM    GRAM 

              Your life was full of loving deeds,
          Forever thoughtful of our special needs, 
       Today and tomorrow, our whole life through, 
            We will always love and cherish you

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                 

    
 
              
 


 


           

         

          Mom loved having a pocket full of these



     



           Geri kept Gram supplied with chocolate 

 

                 

 

 

 

                  

                 

      THANK YOU
                                                         

                           FOR VISITING THE SITE
     

        PLEASE LIGHT A CANDLE BEFORE YOU LEAVE

            

                        

 

 

Click here to see Agnes Robinson's
Family Tree
Tributes and Condolences
Flowers in Heaven   / Kathy (Granddaughter)
Hi Gram, The day Mike died, I left the hospital and got into my car.  The car filled up with the smell of hundreds of roses, yet there was not a rose in sight.  I knew then that he was in a better place. When I think of you on Mother's Da...  Continue >>
MOM  / Helen (Daughter)
Mom, Happy Mother's Day! Gone yet not forgotten, although we are apart, your spirit lives within me, forever in my heart. My heart can be empty because I can't see you or I can be full of the love we shared. This is so true until death breaks ...  Continue >>
5 Years Today   / Helen (Daughter)
Mom, It's hard to believe it's been 5 years since that night you left this earth.  A day hasn't gone by without memories of you.  I'd love so much to see your face or hear your froggy voice but that's not possible.  I miss you and you...  Continue >>
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