_{04-12-1982 - 10-22-2007}

BILLY

  William W. "Billy" Rehrey of Sharon, died suddenly from cardiac arrest caused from a heart defect he's had since birth. Loving Son of William G & Susan (White) Rehrey of Sharon. Brother of Christopher & Jill Rehrey both of Sharon. Grandson of Ralph & Geri White of Walpole, and Catherine and the late William Rehrey of Pelham Manor, NY. Nephew of Nancy (White) & Leo Delaney of Walpole, Lori (White) & Tim Hastings of Norton, Barbara (Rehrey) and Dr. Richard Cea of Pelham Manor, NY and the late William White of Walpole. Also survived by 6 Cousins, Nick, Jason, Ben, Emily, Kevin and Joseph. Visiting Hours were held Thursday, Oct 25th from 5-8pm at the Joseph P. Keating Funeral Home, 46 So. Main St. SHARON. A Funeral Service was held on Friday, Oct 26th at the First Congregational Church of Sharon, 29 No. Main St. SHARON.  Burial was in Rock Ridge Cemetery Sharon. In Billy's memory donations can be made to Boston Childrens Hospital Cardiac Unit. 300 Longwood Dr. Boston, MA

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
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Billy - the best brother ever!!!!!!

Jill and Chris

Light a Candle

Light a candle for those we mourn.

Into a new life they will be born.

Do not look for them at the gravesite.

They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light.

They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain.

Their light and essence will always remain.

Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place.

They are free to travel through time and space.

When we think of them, they are near.

When we sit in a beautiful garden. Their voices we hear.

When we listen to a divine symphony,

We close our eyes, their faces we see.

Light a candle for they have not really gone.

With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong.

"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us." ~ Helen Keller

BILLY

"Death ends a life....not a relationship." — Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom

 My Shoes 

I am wearing a pair of shoes. 
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.

Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. 
Yet, I continue to wear them.

I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. 
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.

To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.

I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.

No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.

I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.

*Author Unknown*

What a Grieving Mother Really Thinks Hello old friend, Oh yes you know I lost my child a while ago. No, no please Don’t look away And change the subject It’s ok. You see at first I couldn’t feel, It took so long, but now it’s real. I hurt so much inside you see I need to talk, Come sit with me? You see, I was numb for so very long, And people said, “My, She is so strong.” They did not know I couldn’t feel, My broken heart made all unreal. But then one day, as I awoke I clutched my chest, began to choke, Such a scream, such a wail, Broke from me.. My child! My child! The horror of reality. But everyone has moved on, you see, everyone except for me. Now, when I need friends most of all, Between us there now stands a wall. My pain is more than they can bear, When I mention my child, I see their blank stare. “But I thought you were over it,” Their eyes seem to say, No, no, I can’t listen to this, not today. So I smile and pretend, and say, “Oh, I’m ok”. But inside I am crying, as I turn away. And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile, As I have from the start, You never knowing all the while, All I’ve just said to you in my heart. ….Author Unknown