Charlotte R. Harrigan

February 13, 1922 - December 8, 1999





Charlotte R. Harrigan, 77, of Inverness died Wednesday, December 8, 1999, at Citrus Memorial Hospital. She was born on February 13, 1922, in Brooklyn, New York, to William and Charlotte Baner. She was an artist. Her paintings have been displayed in many Catholic churches, including the Vatican. She moved to Inverness in 1984 from Richmond Hill, Long Island, New York. She was a member of Our Lady of Fatima Catholic Church in Inverness. She is survived by her husband of 57 years, Daniel F.; two sons, Daniel Jr. and his wife Denise of Santa Rosa Beach, and William F. and his wife Debra Jo of Inverness; one daughter, Maureen Musso and her husband Leonard of Seaford, Long Island, New York; thirteen grandchildren and several great-grandchildren.



Safely 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 in 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 completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!



An Angel Now


God needed another Angel in Heaven
So He sent an Angel down to Earth,
To seek and find a Heavenly treasure
So all in Heaven might know her worth.

A soft moan fell within her hearing
And she looked down on a face in pain,
She knew this was God's Heavenly token
That Earth would lose and Heaven gain.

The Angels met them at the portal
And gave to her a welcome hand,
Then placed on her a crown of glory
And now she's a member of the Angel Band.

Now no more pain or tears or sorrow
For God shall wipe all tears away,
Nothing now but eternal rapture
In this fair land of endless dau.

Yet, still she misses a loving husband
Still left on Earth alone to roam,
But then she smiles oh, so sweetly
For she knows soon he'll be coming home.




Daniel F. Harrigan

September 2, 1917 - October 28, 2003






Daniel F. Harrigan, age 86, of Inverness, Florida, died Tuesday, Oct. 28, 2003, at his home under the care of his family. Born Sept. 2, 1917, in Newark, N.J., to John and Jeanette (Lenahan) Harrigan, he moved to Inverness in 1984 from Richmond Hill, N.Y. where he was the owner of Harrigan Radio and Television Repair. He was a U.S. Army veteran of World War II. He was a member of Our Lady of Fatima Catholic Church in Inverness, a fourth degree member of the Knights of Columbus Council 6391, Inverness. He was also a member of the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 4252 in Hernando. Daniel was preceded in death by his wife of 57 years, Charlotte Rose, in 1999. He is survived by two sons, Daniel Harrigan, Jr. of Santa Rosa Beach, William Harrigan of Inverness, and one daughter, Maureen Musso of Seaford, N.Y., a brother, Vincent of Smyrna, Tn.; 15 grandchildren and 12 great grandchildren.


I Am Spending Christmas With Jesus Christ This Year


I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below.
With tiny lights like heaven's stars,
Reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away those tears,
For I am spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare
With the Christmas Choir up here.

I have no words to tell you,
Of the joy their voices bring,
For it's beyond description
To hear the angels sing.

I can't tell you of the splendor,
Or the peace here in this place
Can you amagine Christmas
With the Savior, face to face?

I'll ask Him to light your spirit,
As I tell Him of your love,
So then pray one for another
As you lift your eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful
And let your spirit sing!
For I am spending Christmas in Heaven
And I am walking with the King!



(This is a story that I read as an email at work, sent by a District Manager throughout the region. The subject described in the email reminded me so much of my father that I could picture my father in this story as I read it, doing and saying the things the author tells about.)


At an airport I overheard a father and his daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her plane's departure and standing near the door, he said to his daughter, "I love you,...I wish you enough". She said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy." They kissed good-bye and she left.

He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So, I knew what this man was experiencing. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked. "I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is her next trip back will be for my funeral." he said.

"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?" He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more. "When we said 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them," he continued, and turning towards me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory. "I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough Hello's to get you through the final Good-bye." He then began to sob and walked away.

My friends and loved ones, I wish you enough!! They say "It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them."


(To all my family anf friends...I, too, wish you enough!!)






















Park Bench dedicated to Mom, near her grave. Mom's grave is approximately 100 feet forward and to the left of this bench.




Memorial Day, 2001 - A 105mm Howitzer prepares to fire a salute over a field of headstones, including Mom's.



The salute is fired



The Howitzer prepares to "March Order" (depart) after the salute had been rendered.



Mom's headstone taken on Memorial Day, 2001 by Dad
(Mom's park bench can be seen in the upper right corner of the photo)


Click HERE for directions to their headstone



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