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Dedications 2017-04-04T09:46:02+00:00

Dedications

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In Loving Memory

Ann DaGiau – December 2002
Val DaGiau – March 2003

The Ship ~ by Bishop Brent
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says she is gone.

Gone where? Gone from sight, that is all. She is just as large now as when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not her.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says she is gone, there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon and others take up a glad shout – Here she comes!

That is what dying is, a horizon and just the limit of our sight.

Lift us O Lord, that we may see further.

If not for you my brother…

I would not have pedaled 1 inch. Though you thought differently, your life did matter and your death has sparked life into many through these bike ride. You have motivated me to have pedaled more than 20,000 miles to help find cures for all types of disease.

Dave DaGiau – July 1994

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen

Isaac Girouard 1950 – 2014

A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.

– Helen Steiner Rice

In Memory of Kathy Wright

Sonya Fugere

In memory of Sonya Fugere made by her co workers at Core Physicians.

In Loving Memory Robin L. MacRae February 24, 1961 – March 23, 2013

Missing someone isn’t about how long it has been since you’ve seen them or the amount of time since you’ve talked.

It’s about that very moment when you find yourself doing something and wishing they were right there by your side.

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Robin L. MacRae – March 2013

Remembered by her friends at Seafax and the National Seafood Group

Murph & Lane Henderson

In Memory of Helen Albino

by Michael, Cindy, Matt, Jenna,
Donna, Shawn & Heather Welty

In Loving Memory of Louis Ernest (Ernie) Martin June 20, 1931 – December 27, 2012 by the Michael Welty Family

God saw you were 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.

By the Michael Welty Family
In Memory of Barbara M. Moore by the Michael Welty Family

By the Michael Welty Family
In Memory of Coralie Claire “Corky” Roath-Bolduc-Wiganowsky

Rest in peace, Abby Mae

March 1st, 2009 – July 1st, 2009

In our lives for an instant
In our thoughts always
In our hearts forever

In honor of Liz Rankin Landry – Thanks, you are an angel and a blessing. From your friends, Jodi & Justin, Salon 72, Stratham, NH

Grant Edward Aug- 12.02.2008-7.21.2009

If you could see where I have gone, the beauty of this place. And how it feels to know you’re home to see the Savior’s face. To wake in peace and know no fear, just joy beyond compare. While still on earth you miss me…yet, you wouldn’t want me there If you could see where I have gone, had made the trip with me, You’d know I didn’t go alone, The Savior came with me. when I awoke He was by my side, and reached out his hand, Said, “Hurry, Child, you’re going Home to a grand and glorious land! Don’t worry over those you love, For I’m not only with you. And don’t you know with you at Home they’ll long to be Here too?” If you could see where I have gone and see what I’ve been shown, You’d never know another fear or ever feel alone. You’d marvel at the care of God, His hand on every life And realize He cares and bears with us each strife. He weeps when one is lost, His heart is filled with pain. But oh, The joy when one comes Home, His child at Home again. If you could see where I have gone and could stay awhile with me, And could share the things that God has made to grace Eternity, But no, you could never leave once Heaven’s joy you’ve known. You couldn’t bear to walk earth’s paths once Heaven was your Home If you could see where I have gone, you’d know we’ll meet someday And though I’m parted from you now, that I’m not far away. So thank you family; thank you friends for living for the Lord, For teaching me to love Him; to trust Him and His word. And now that I’m at home with Him, secure in every way, I’m waiting here at Heaven’s door, to greet you some sweet day. – Author Unknown

Kim Chrane – March 6, 2009 – Adapted only slightly a Cyclists Combating Cancer poem by Floyd B. Allen and Martha L. Jack, recognizing Kim’s participation in the Ride for the Roses in Austin, Texas:

THE CYCLIST

A cyclist has spread to the breeze
Her jersey, and heads for open roads.
She is an object of beauty and strength
As we stand and watch her, until at length
Like a wind, she is lost from our view
Where sky and horizon mingle in fading hue.

At that moment, someone cries with regret,
‘There! She’s gone!’
‘Gone where?’ I ask. ‘Don’t forget:
She has only left our sight. Even now
In frame and gears and wheels from front to rear
She is just as reliable as when by our side
She stood, waiting for the first pedal stroke.’

Her diminished size is in me, not her;
For, just at the moment we would infer
‘There! She’s gone!’- voices from that other Home
Are taking up the glad shout, ‘There! She comes!’
With God the sunset on our western horizon
Is sunrise beyond; a New Day begun.

We too must rejoice and not be sighing!
It’s a glad adventure that – dying!

Scott Joy
Stratham, NH
United States

This ride goes from Sturbridge to Provincetown riding the cape to cure cancer. Thanks to Scott Joy for the following update! “I dedicated this ride especially to Rev. David Dodge of the Stratham Community Church, his wife Susan, and son Joshua, as David begins treatment for oropharyngeal cancer.

On to the weekend report…” Scott Joy Friday On Friday, August 1, I drove with Annie’s Angels founder Bill DaGiau, his wife Diane, and son Billy to check in for the night at a hotel in Auburn and then register, leave our bikes, eat the buffet dinner, visit the Cycling & Fitness Expo, and attend the opening ceremonies at the Sturbridge Host Hotel. Billy Starr, who founded this event in 1980, kicked off the weekend, and NECN broadcast the opening ceremonies, which featured stories about why participants were involved in this cause, as well as music by Jon Robert and Ewing’s Sarcoma survivor Coby Brown. When those in the audience who are survivors were asked to stand and be recognized, Senator John Kerry, standing three rows in front of us, turned around and gave us a thumbs up. Saturday After too few hours back at the hotel, we rose at 4:00 a.m.to check our bags, eat breakfast, and prepare for the 6:00 a.m. ride start. Diane and Tony decided we all needed nicknames. Diane was already “Gibby,” though I later suggested she try “Gabby.” Tony is “Harpoon.” Bill became “Bear.” Although I offered that I already had the nickname “Roadkill,” I somehow became “Danny,” since in our colorful PMC jerseys, we looked like the Partridge Family. Rick became “LoJack.” No one is sure why, but Rick said he was up all night worrying about it. He lobbied unsuccessfully to change his nickname to “Salmon” after “swimming upstream” against the crowd with his bike. No use. He remains LoJack. We made good time and had great weather, not too hot and no rain, despite the forecast of storms all day. The five Team Timberland members who started from Sturbridge — Tony Albright, Bill DaGiau, Diane Gibbins, Rick Swartz, and I — often rode together and met up at the water stops in Whitinsville, Franklin, Dighton-Rehoboth, and Lakeville when we separated. Tony was excited, after three years, to have his picture taken with Boston Bruins legend Terry O’Reilly, who was cycling along with us.

We joined those who started from Wellesley just a mile from the finish line for a team photo and to end the day’s ride together. We arrived just after 3:00 p.m., and my cyclometer reported time in the saddle as 7 hours, 8 minutes. At 110 miles, this is my longest one-day ride ever! After a Harpoon Ale, I found my room for the night in dorm 3 at the Massachusetts Maritime Academy and showered off. As I headed back outside, I saw that our good luck with the weather had come to a temporary end. The winds were howling, and rain was pounding. The grills were shut down, so I found my way to where riders were being offered 15-minute massages. Good thing for the rain! It let up in time to take the “Living Proof” photo of the 300 cancer survivors who were among the 5,500 participants at 6:15 p.m. After that I went back to eating and finally found the chowder table, which had moved during the downpour.   By 8:00 p.m., I was ready to try to sleep after a long day and knowing 4:00 a.m. was coming soon. Bill and Rick were on the air-conditioned ship in bunks stacked three high. I shared my decidedly-not-air-conditioned dorm room with Timberland teammate Steve Borne and another cyclist. Soon, it was morning and the lights came on. Sunday After a good breakfast and once Bill had his bike serviced — leaving him with a loaner wheel and ability to use only half his gears — we got on the road at about 6:30 a.m.

The ride from Bourne to Provincetown is beautiful, with two long stretches on off-road bike paths and scenic dunes. We had water stops at Barnstable, Brewster, and Wellfleet.

The whole ride route was dotted with supporters cheering us on, and I especially liked Cherry Street, where the trees were all decorated with red bows and ribbons, and the residents were especially generous with musical entertainment and extra water.
A short distance from the end, Bill, Rick, and I split from Diane and Tony to head to the Family Finish, where Bill’s family was waiting for us. The crowds cheered, we were checked in, and the ride was complete right at 12:00 noon!

I was thrilled that, although my seat was sore for the last 20 miles on day 1, it recovered for day 2, and my legs stayed strong for the whole ride. Tony offered to change my nickname to “Rock.” I’ll take it!

Next up, the LIVESTRONG Challenge Philadelphia, where I ride half the miles but have four times the hills to get over! I’m already back in training, with a 42-mile ride from Hampton to Portsmouth and back yesterday, despite wet conditions, with visiting friends Fed, Mark, and Christopher.

Thank you so much for your generous support of my first Pan-Mass Challenge ride and the fight against cancer.

All the best, Scott

Jennifer Bailey –  “Women who behave rarely make history”

Dear Jen,

As we sail by your resting place, on the shores of Plum Island, we think of you.  You loved the island with all it’s memories…the beach house, aunts, uncles, cousins,
grandparents and the whole family…childhood memories. As a child you looked to the dunes  to play and the waters to fish and swim. As an adult, you loved Plum Island as a refuge for  birds and your final resting place. You always had spirit and an opinion on all subjects,  redefining yourself and experiencing life your own way.

By raising awareness and money for a cure, we hope life can be better for all.

Thank you. Jen’s Family

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights…” James1:17 KJV Please accept this donation in memory of my parents, Margaret & Gill Hepp.

God bless you for all you do for others!

Love, Jan, Ron, Casey & Sammie

“To the fabulous ruders if ESAR 1 thru 5 who never forget & never give up.”- Marty Rosen, Ride Director, Empire State AIDSRIDE

Maci Fournier – I don’t ride only in memory of the dead, I also ride to benefit the living.

Little Maci is not 2 years old yet but she has outlived her life expectancy.

She has a form of Muscular Dystrophy that is affecting her spine and every day is a painful one but she goes on. She is not old enough to understand that she should be dead.

I know that sounds harsh but it is the truth! Little Maci inspired me for 250 miles through the beautiful New Hampshire country side and inspired all 102 riders of the NH MDA bike ride.

She should inspire all who read this. The money we raise will help find a cure.

Maria Pearl Miller – 12/24/1989 – 06/15/2006

James “Keko” Morrissey Jr. – September 1, 1968 – March 19, 2011

Remembered in loving memory by all Portsmouth city employees and Local 1386 Portsmouth Employees Union.

Paul “Rusty” Meisner – April 2007 -In tears we saw you sinking and watched you fade away.  Our hearts were broken, we wanted you to stay. But when we saw you sleeping, so peaceful and free from pain, how could we wish you back with us to suffer again. It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone, for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

In memory of Candace Wilson by Murph and Lane Henderson, Stratham, NH