Mary Stanley 1932 - 2008
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He will forever live in our hearts. He was our angel on earth and is now a beautiful angel in Heaven. He will never be forgotten.
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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Mary Stanley who was born in Winston-Salem North Carolina on March 30, 1932 and passPARSED CONTENT
The domain mary-stanley.memory-of.com states the following, "Death is nothing at all." I analyzed that the webpage also stated " I have only slipped away into the next room." They also stated " Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Life means all that it ever meant." The meta header had mary as the first search term. This keyword was followed by stanley, memorial website, and memory of which isn't as urgent as mary. The other words they used was memoryof. memory-of is also included but might not be seen by search crawlers.ANALYZE OTHER DOMAINS
This blog is kind of my diary in TOKYO. Sunday, January 2, 2011. Hi every one, how are you doing? I came back to Tokyo from Toronto about 3month ago, and then I am living in Tokyo now. There are not ANY friends of native speaker in English here. But seriously I need to have many chances for using English in order to improve my English skill! So I would welcome to make friendship with any foreigners,. Especially with handsome and sexy guys.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman - Wallace Stevens. Friday, March 21, 2014. Deep beneath the thunderous sound,. Consuming every minute, of every day,. As we go our many separate ways. Our thoughts at the speed of light,. Are shouted at hundreds and thousands. Opinions and values take flight,. But beneath all this shouting and clawing,. Lies a quiet voice with a simple message.