Peacefully on Wednesday, November 11, 2020 Anthony DeSaile Carpenter departed this earthly life in Washington, DC. Family and friends will unite on Wednesday, November 18, 2020 from 10:00am until time of service 11:00am at Briscoe-Tonic Funeral Home 2294 Old Washington Road, Waldorf, MD 20601. Interment will follow at Heritage Memorial Cemetery, Waldorf, MD.
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Offer Condolence for the family of Anthony DeSaile Carpenter
Peggy on behalf of the Ginyard family we would like to extend our condolences for the loss of Anthony. We know what it feels like to lose a loved one I didn’t know or we didn’t know Anthony but I’m sure knowing you he possessed a great many of your traits and definitely your DNA. He looks like your twin male version of you. I know you’re hurting and the family is hurting right now but know that God will comfort you in this time of great loss. We are here if you need us. Much love
To the family,
My prayers and sympathy to you all. Memories of Anthony make me smile. He was a great guy filled with laughter. I hope these words offer you some small comfort..
In the Corner
There in the corner of the garden is a single white rose,
why it grows over there, nobody really knows.
The are no others like it, it is the only one,
I don’t prune it or feed it, it grows strictly on sun.
I often wonder how it got there, who planted the seed,
the rose is beautiful, perfect, awesome indeed.
My garden is encased in brick around ever side,
it is long and narrow, not at all very wide.
I’ve planted many flowers, watered them one by one,
but in that very corner, is that rose, growing in the sun.
My garden is so special I treat it with lots of care,
I guess I should explain – my garden is my heart,
I grow my friends there.
I treat them all like flowers, shower them with love,
give them pieces of my heart, send prayers for them above.
But in that corner of my garden is that special rose,
I know why it’s there and heaven knows.
It is a special rose, perfect as can be,
I grew it for my friend, who passed on before me.
It is for the friends who have already gone home,
that’s why their rose is special, sacred and alone.
I keep a rose for them in the garden of my heart,
to remind me of how a friendship starts.
It starts off slowly, then blossoms so wonderful and rare,
just like a rose, one tended to with loving care.
So if you seem me crying one day, for no reason at all,
it’s because my corner’s grown larger and my garden gotten small.
The corner will have grown, white roses will be everywhere,
and heaven will be home for all the friends represented there.