Martial Arts/Karate In Memory Of A Black Belt

To all the parents who's children now walk beside God. If any of these words or poems help, please use them in memory of Tonianne Vertullo
May 7, 1983 - December 15, 1995

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night. Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night.

TONIANNE VERTULLO 12/19/95 My name is Ron Tramontano, Tonianne's uncle. On behalf of Tonianne's mom and dad, Mr. and Mrs. Vertullo and the Santorelli family, I would like to thank all of you for your support. It is never easy to say goodbye to a family member or friend, especially when they are so very young. When I think of Tonianne, I remember her always laughing and dancing. She was such a happy, beautiful, vibrant and energetic young lady. Tonianne was a straight "A" student who was always willing to help others. She was loved by everyone who knew her. As a daughter, she knew the importance and enjoyment of having such a loving family. I once heard it said that, "We should never make the things that matter most be at the mercy of the things that matter least." This quote could have been personally written for Tonianne as well as her whole family. They are all an example of living for the things that matter most: God, Family, Friends and People. Please..., let's all remember Tonianne as she was - laughing, dancing and touching to the hearts of all who knew her.


Don’t think of her as gone away- Her journey’s just begun, Life holds so many facets This earth is only one. Just think of her as resting From the sorrows and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no days and years. Think how she must be wishing That we could know today How nothing but our sadness Can really pass away And think of her as living In the hearts of those she touched For nothing loved is ever lost And she was loved so much.


When I come home to Heaven How joyful it will be! For on that day at last My risen Lord I’ll see. No greater happiness than To see Him face to face, To see the love in His eyes And feel His warm embrace. I’ve done nothing to deserve That perfect home above It was given freely through The grace of Jesus’ love. Then why should earthly cares Weigh down upon me so? They’ll be a distant memory When home at last I go.

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 eye 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.

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with,
the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world,
seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to His fold,
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but few,
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be Good-by.
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.


When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room!
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little - but not too long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me - But let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone;
It's all a part of the masters' plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me - but let me go.
I thank you for the love you each have shown
But now it's time I travel alone.
So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by my trust.
It's only for awhile that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can 't see or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen within your heart you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then when you must come this way alone
I'll greet you with a smile and say " Welcome Home".


I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade!
Oh! but Jesus'' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus'' arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread!
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth''s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father''s Will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus'' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!

For Those I Love

When I am Gone; release me, let me go---
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be thankful for our beautiful years.
I gave to you my love. You can only guess
How much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a time that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on,
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near.
And if you listen with your heart. you'll hear,
All my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile, and say ...
"Welcome Home!"


Dear Father
My child replies:
My father I come to you, with the question of why?
For I don't understand the reason in living and loving if all someday must die?
My father replies:
My dear child I am sorry to cause you such grief, but please have faith in my heaven and its belief.
My child replies:
But father I am confused, as to why you do the things you do.
You take back what you have given, and you hurt the lives of those who are living .
Sometimes the pain is just to hard to bare, because some things you do just aren't fair.
My father replies:
Oh-now-now, you must have faith, for I would never hurt those I create.
It is all but a lesson you all must learn, for the road to heaven has many sharp turns.
My child replies:
My father, then why do you take them so young, they haven't even had the chance to see the beginning of the life they just begun.
My father replies:
Because my child, it all begins up here.......however, you must all wait your turn, for I have not enough hands to hold you all so dear.
My child, when you are chosen to come home, thou not fear, you will see then none of your loved ones, little or big are alone.
For up in heaven we all re-unite, together we create health, beauty, and love , and my child, to me this brings so much delight.
My child replies:
Oh - my father now I see, you bring us all home to heaven, big or small no matter what our age may be.
Well my father, for all of us being your children, too want to come home to heaven to be with you.
My father replies:
Then my child I shall hear your prayers you pray, I await impatiently meeting you one day.
What day I do not know, but I will guarantee, when you arrive all of the angels will immediately notify me.
For they await your arrival too, with open arms and a set of wings made especially for you.
My child replies:
Thank you my father for answering my question of why - you helped me understand and helped me to fear not when I do die.
Faith is the way and I believe it true, for my father in me you can trust, I have faith in you.
I love you my father.
My father replies:
My child, I love you too.
My child replies:
Good-bye for now my father, please send my love, to all of those with you in our home up above .
I shall see you when I am chosen to come home, and with me I will bring the faith that lies within this poem with love.

by Jennifer Anne Tramontano

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