OBITUARY

Bryan Thomas Casanova

March 9, 1958June 23, 2018

Bryan “Tom” Casanova, also known as Tom Abney (60) of Glendale, Arizona passed away on June 23, 2018. Tom was born in Phoenix, Arizona on March 9, 1958 to Barbara Wade and Tom Casanova. Tom went all through school in Phoenix and started college. An innocent gentle soul who cared about animals, Tom was an artist and he loved to share time with his family. Tom leaves behind his mother Barbara Pope; sister Joni Abney; niece Makessa Abney; great niece Elyana Aurorah; cousin Scott Mattson, Bryan Evraets, Sharon Kay, Rhonda Woolwine, Nikki Perez, Wade Stoney, Kim Cramer and best friend Billy Bob Callaway. Preceded in death is his father Tom Casanova; step father Marvin Pope; brother Danny Abney.

No services planned at this time.

NEW QUESTION While at peace with myself, looking back I now find, that my pride was worth nothing, I had nothing that's mine.... I had been walking in circles, spinning a web in a maze, that web of destruction, that web made in a haze.... I was so tangled in anger with this true lament, I'd hurt you, I'd hurt me, and earned societies resent.... Indeed my lifes goal of yet haven't found, but with dreams and my prayers, I'll turn this life around.... I have yet to explore this new highway with sight, the grasp of this vision of lifes journey and flight.... With desire and hunger my life will prevail, my time spent with hope, I'll exceed and then sail.... Soon I can look in the mirror without shun and find this new man, this new man I've become.... Poem written by: Tom Casanova

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REMEMBERING

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JANICE DE LOACH

July 2, 2018

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Michele Bailey

July 2, 2018

My heart goes out to the family. What love they share.

FROM THE FAMILY