Hempstead Funeral Home
Hempstead Funeral Home located in Nassau County, Long Island, has been trusted since 1928. The Senko Family and Our Directors will help you celebrate your loved one, guiding you every step of the way. John Senko Funeral Homes is Local, National, and Global.
Senko Funeral Home
Senko Funeral Home, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Founded in has been serving the New York City community for almost 90 years. Helping thousands of families, the friendly and professional staff at Senko Funeral Home treat you like family.
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Grief & Healing
When a loved one dies, children feel and show their grief in different ways. How kids cope with the loss depends on things like their age, how close they felt to the person who died, and the support they receive. Here are some things parents can do to help a child who has lost aREAD MORE
A bucket list is a list of everything that you want to be, do, have, and experience in life. I’m a list fanatic; in particular, I’m a lover of bucket lists. If you want to live a life filled with achievement, success, fun, and adventure, you need to dream big. And, the first step toREAD MORE
By Tess Marshall “To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh The most important decision of your life, the one that will affect every other decision you make, is the commitment to love and accept yourself. It directly affects the quality of your relationships, your work, your free time, your faith, and your future. Why, then, is this so difficult to do? Your Family of Origin I grew up with nine siblings. I had two older brothers, three older sisters, three younger sisters, and a younger brother. I never fit in. My sisters were tall and thin with beautiful, long, lush hair. By eleven years old, I was short and very curvy. My hair was fine, thin, and wild. For the most part, my siblings did as they were told. I was outspoken, out of control, and rebellious. I wore my sister’s hand-me-down school uniforms. I rolled up the hems on the skirts and popped buttons on the blouses. My look was unkempt. I was teased and bullied at home and at school. Yet I didn’t go quietly into the night. I fought for my place in my family. To protect myself, I developed a good punch and grew a sharp tongue.READ MORE