Samdperil, Lynda B.
Lynda B. Samdperil, 73, a retired manufacturer’s representative for children’s clothing whose personal style reflected her flair for fashion, died April 19 in Hopkinton, Mass.
A 1967 graduate of Hope High School and then of Garland Junior College in Boston, she was the daughter of the late Albert and Edwyna Samdperil of Providence and Florida, and the sister of Fredda Korber (Michael) of Colorado, formerly of Barrington, and the late Paul Samdperil of Cranston.
A Boston resident for many years, Lynda represented several clothing lines in the Bayside Expo Center.
Born May 2, 1949 in Lowell, Mass., she was the aunt of Maurice Dressler (Abigail) of Concord, Mass., and Allison Dressler Kramer (Glenn) of Natick, Mass.
She was the great-aunt of Charlotte and Teddy Dressler; Talia, Lulu, and Rae Kramer; and the late Eddie Kramer.
Lynda’s love of fashion was evident in both her personal wardrobe and in the decor wherever she lived.
In her later years, visits from her beloved sister, nephew and niece were highlights of her week.
Her sharp wit and strength of character will be deeply missed.
Shiva will be omitted; arrangements are by Shalom Memorial Chapel. A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Sunday, April 23, in the Samuel Priest Chapel at Lincoln Park Cemetery, 1469 Post Rd., Warwick.
Donations to Hospice will be greatly appreciated.
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Fredda and Family. These words were shared with me at a time of loss and I share them forward. Namaste. DEATH IS NOTHING
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. 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 to me in the easy way, which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is an absolute unbroken continuity. What is Death but a negligent accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well .
Written by Henry Scott Holland (27 January 1847 – 17 March 1918) was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford
Remember me with fondness
I love you much. I always loved you much.
The ticket is ended-one must descend from the train.
Biological laws are not negotiated or discussed. So it is….
I had a good ticket in life. I enjoyed it, I lived it whole, I had fun.
I did not have hunger or cold, neither did I have to go to war. Wonderful (life).
I had my wife and my work. Was happy with both.
There aren’t any children more marvelous than mine. They are gentile, good, honest, human, correct and loving, respectful but conscientious, affectionate and caring.
It seems little, but was much. Not that I wouldn’t have liked more, but…..
All my life I lived in paradise. When I went to another place, I always found something pretty, be it the lights, the music, the colors that was stimulating, but coming back, I always got back to paradise. This is my place.
I lived life like a KING— I am going to die like a man.
I had love and had joys, all from you and all of these yours.
Thanks for all my apologies for the bad moments. There was no dissolve. I am not saying goodbye because I do not like fair wells, only GOOD DAYS AND GOOD NIGHTS.
May all be well for you.
Go well with you.