In Loving Memory of
Loomashan "Billy" Maraj
April 1944 – June 2025
We gather our hearts to celebrate a life beautifully lived and a man deeply loved. Billy was a beacon of kindness, strength, and quiet wisdom. His legacy is not found in monuments, but in the love he shared, the family he cherished, and the countless lives he touched with his hardwork and gentle spirit. Though he has embarked on his final journey, his memory will forever illuminate our paths.
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.