CURRAN, John Robert

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered “come to me.” With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating,hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. (Irish Funeral Prayer) In 1968, on a visit to Santa Barbara to visit his parents, he met and fell madly in love with a Westmont Senior, Pamela Foxen. She was to be his soul mate, his best friend, and his lover for over 40 years. more

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