Friday, December 13, 2013

Thomas G. Campbell Jr.

Thomas G. Campbell Jr. Obituary

Thomas "Tommy" G. Campbell Jr., age 39, died suddenly Dec. 9, at his home in Smyrna, Ga., formerly of Raynham, Mass. Tommy is survived by his wife, Tracy (Collins) Campbell; his brother, Tim Campbell and wife Leeanne of Woburn; his brother, Ron Campbell; and his sister, Kim Beuttel of Raynham. A burial service will be held at 1 p.m. Saturday, Dec. 14, at the Pleasant Street Cemetery, 178 Pleasant St., Raynham. 

Published in The Enterprise on Dec. 12, 2013 

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

My Love

My LOVE is like the WIND,
you can't see it
BUT you can feel it all around YOU!!

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

In Memory of Vinny boy....

I'm sending this in memory of Vinny boy......

This is beautiful!
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university..'
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked.. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else..... 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom..' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could..

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
'Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me... He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know
Don't be sad thinking about me.. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you... To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me

Friday, August 30, 2013

Thomas G. Campbell

Thomas G. Campbell
June 6, 1944 - August 1, 2013
Raynham, Massachusetts

A funeral mass of Christian Burial will take place on Thursday August 8th, 2013 at 10:00am at St. Ann's Catholic Parish in Raynham, MA. Interment will follow immediately following mass in the Pleasant Street Cemetery in Raynham, MA.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Ryan D. Willams

Ryan left us way too soon, but he will never be forgotten as he was loved and touched so many who knew him.  

July 9, 1987 - August 1, 2013

Ryan D. Williams of Halifax, MA passed away suddenly August 1, 2013.  Ryan was the son of
Elaine C. Williams and the late Daniel J. Williams. He is survived by his two brothers, Sean Williams of Pembroke and Jordan Williams of Kingston. He is also survived by his grandparents Arthur and Catherine Hines of Whitman and John and Lee Williams of Arizona.  Ryan leaves behind his girlfriend Jennifer Bevis of Bridgewater as well as many aunts, uncles and cousins.

At the request of the family all services for Ryan will be held privately.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Nicholas Campanelli

Nicholas Campanelli

April 28, 1921 - May 25, 2013

Nicholas Campanelli, 92, of Brockton passed away Saturday, May 25, 2013 at the Good Samaritan Medical Center in Brockton following a period of failing health. He was the husband of Doris (Delucchi) Campanelli of Brockton.

Born April 28, 1921in Brockton, MA he was the son of the late Francesco and Lisa (Colondua) Campanelli.

He co-founded the Campanelli Companies over sixty years ago as commercial and residential developers.
They were pioneers of affordable single family homes, as well as enclosed mall shopping centers.

Mr. Campanelli proudly served his country during WWII in the Navy from which he was honorably discharged.

Nick was a shy honest gentleman who cherished being with his family. Family and horses were his passion. He also enjoyed summering in Osterville on Cape Cod, golfing, reading, especially mystery novels and driving sports cars. In the later part of his life, he relished spending the winters in his Carmel Valley, CA home where he was an active member of the quail lodge golf club and travelling in Europe.

In addition to his wife he is survived by a daughter, Nicole Campanelli and a son, Jon Campanelli both of Boston. He is also survived by several nieces and nephews and was predeceased by his brothers; Michael, Joseph, Alfred Campanelli and a sister; Ann (Campanelli) DeMarco.

Funeral Information

Funeral from the Russell & Pica Funeral Home, 165 Belmont St., (Rt.123) Brockton on Thursday, May 30, at 9:30AM thence to Our Lady of Lourdes Church, 439 West St., Brockton where a funeral Mass will be celebrated for the repose of his soul at 10:30AM. Interment will follow in Blue Hill Cemetery, Braintree. Calling hours in the Funeral Home Wednesday 4:00-7:00PM.

Donations Information

Donations may be made to the: Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation, 383 Main Ave., 5th Floor, Norwalk, CT 06851.

B A Rose

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Beatrice, my grandmother

Happy Birthday Gram
May 24, 1914 - June 14,1985

I think of her almost every day. She had the best laugh! When I got to sleep over her house, she would give me a Toni perm that stunk up the whole house and my grandfather would get so mad about the smell when he came home from work! She was the one who started my fascination with old things. We would drive around for hours and then all of a sudden she would pull over and we would get out and start walking into the woods. I don't know where she got her information from, but we would walk to a certain distance then she would stop and we would start digging. She would say this is an old dump and we are going to find some nice old bottles here! And we usually always did.

We would also do crafts. One in particular I remember was cooking old records in the oven until the edges curled up. Then we would spray paint them gold and glue macaroni, acorns & other things on them for decorations. Another smelly thing my grandfather didn't approve of! Oh well, she didn't care! She did what she wanted to do.

She wore very fancy sparkley clothes and wore a big beehive hair do. She loved wearing hats too!

She loved to dance and ride horses.

She was my inspiration! And I was 8-1/2 months pregnant with my 4th child when she died. She suffered so long and awful with the dreaded bully, cancer that it just didn't seem fair. She didn't deserve to suffer like that. The day of her funeral, I cried the loudest and hardest I think I have ever cried so far.
I had my son July 7, 1985 and as a reminder of my grandmother, I named my son Jeffrey B. Michael. The B. of course stands for Beatrice. And I'm proud to say that my son and his girlfriend gave birth to a gorgeous little baby boy January 4th of this year and he also carries on the B. as a Jr. To his dad! Gram, Beatrice, Mother, Honey and all the other names I'm sure you had, I love you, I miss you and I will never forget you or the love you showed me.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Nora T. (Finnerty) Webber

Nora T. (Finnerty) Webber
May 20, 2013

Deep the joy of being together in one heart
and for me that’s just where it is.


All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

As we make our way through all the joys and pain,
can we sense our younger, truer selves?

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Someone will be calling you to be there for a while.
Can you hear the cry from deep within?

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Laughter, joy and presence: the only gifts you are.
Have you time? I’d like to be with you.

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Persons come into the fiber of our lives,
and then their shadow fades and disappears.

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
Nora T, (Finnerty) Webber, 89, of East Bridgewater, formerly of Avon and South Boston, passed away on May 20th at the Southwood at Norwell Nursing Center. She was the wife of the late Theodore F. Webber.
Nora was born and brought up in South Boston, daughter of the late Thomas and Nora (Connolly) Finnerty. She was a graduate of South Boston High and the Boston Clerical School.
She lived in Avon for over 30 years before moving to East Bridgewater in 1995.Nora was an active parishioner of St, Michael’s Church in Avon and a communicate of the St, John’s Church in East Bridgewater.
Nora worked in the Avon Public Library for several years while she was a resident of Avon and she loved to read and enjoyed listening to her many albums and CD’s.
She is survived by her children, Theodore P. Webber of West Roxbury, Christa J. Webber of New Jersey and Mary Ann Fruzzetti of East Bridgewater, her brother Joseph Finnerty of West Roxbury; also six grandchildren and several nieces and nephews. She was also the mother of the late Noreen T. Webber.
Her funeral service will be held on Friday May 24th at 9:00AM from the Blanchard Funeral Chapel, Plymouth St. ( Rte 58 at the Rotary Circle) Whitman, followed by at funeral mass in the St. John’s Church, 210 Central St., East Bridgewater. Burial will be in the St. Michael’s Cemetery, Avon. Visitation omitted by request.Donations may be made to the American Cancer Society, 5 Manley St., West Bridgewater, MA 02379.
B A Rose

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Two Mothers remembered

I had two mothers, two mothers I claim, two different people, yet with the same name
Two separate women, diverse by design, but I loved them both, because they were both mine.
The first was my mother, who carried me here, gave birth and nurtured, and launched my career
She was the one, whose features I bear, complete with the facial, expression I bear
She gave me music, which follows me yet, along with the examples, in life that she set
Then as I got older, she some younger grew, and we'd laugh as just, mothers and daughters can do
But then came the year, that her mind clouded so, and I sensed that the mother, I'd known soon would go
So quickly she changed, and turned into the other, a stranger who dressed, in the clothes of my mother
Oh she looked the same, at least at arm's length, but she was the child now, and I was her strength
We'd come full circle, we women three, my mother, the first, the second and me
And if my own children, should come to a day, when a new mother comes, and the old goes away
I'd ask of them nothing, that I didn't do, love both of your mother's, as both have loved you

copied from a friend

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Looking At Each Day

Looking At Each Day
She is 92 years old, petite, well poised, and proud.
She is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock,
with her hair fashionably coifed, and her makeup
perfectly applied, in spite of the fact she is legally

Today she has moved to a nursing home. Her husband of
70 years recently passed away, making this move

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of
the nursing home, where I am employed, she smiled
sweetly when told her room was ready. As she
maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a
visual description of her tiny room, including the
eyelet curtains that had been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an
eight-year-old having just been presented with a new

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room...just wait," I

Then she spoke these words that I will never forget:

"That does not have anything to do with it," she
gently replied. "Happiness is something you decide on
ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not, does not
depend on how the furniture is arranged. It is how I
arrange my mind. I have already decided to love it.

It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up.
I have a choice. I can spend the day in bed recounting
the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that
no longer work, or I can get out of bed and be
thankful for the ones that do work. Each day is a
gift, and as long as my eyes open, I will focus on the
new day and all of the happy memories I have stored
away...just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what
you have already put in.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances may have
influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who
we become.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to
hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive
them for that.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love you the way you
want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all
they have.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow, even over the
longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time to become the person I
want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones with loving
words. It may be the last time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going, long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how
we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude or it controls

I believe-
that heroes are the people who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done, regardless of the

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing
and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when
you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be
angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with what types of
experiences you've had and what you've learned from
them and less to do with how many birthdays you've

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world
doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean
they don't love each other. And just because they
don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret.
It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact same thing and
see something totally different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by
people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more to give,
when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent
human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life are taken
from you too soon.


A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE old love she can imagine
going back to... and one who reminds
her how far she has come...

...enough money within her
control to move out and rent a place
of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to...

...something perfect to wear if
the employer or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour...

...a youth she's content to
leave behind...

...a past juicy enough that
she's looking forward to retelling it
in her old age...

...a set of screwdrivers, a
cordless drill, and a black lace bra... friend who always makes
her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

...a good piece of furniture
not previously owned by anyone else
in her family...

...eight matching plates, wine
glasses with stems, and a recipe
for a meal that will make her
guests feel honored..

.......a feeling of control over
her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... to fall in love without
losing herself... to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend
without ruining the friendship...

...when to try harder... and
when to walk away...

...that she can't change the
length of her calves, the width of
her hips, or the nature of her

...that her childhood may not
have been perfect... but its over...

...what she would and wouldn't
do for love or more... to live alone... even if
she doesn't like it...

...whom she can trust, whom she
can't, and why she shouldn't take
it personally...

..where to go... be it to her
best friend's kitchen table... or a
charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

...what she can and can't
accomplish in a day... a month...and
a year...

A Creed to Live by

...A Creed to Live by...
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Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.

Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.
Do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.

Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

Do not shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love.
The fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly.
In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope.
To be without hope is to be without purpose.

~才Do not run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been, but also where you are going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

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Keep Believing in Yourself

Keep Believing in Yourself
There may be days
when you get up in the morning
and things aren't the way
you had hoped they would be.
That's when you have to
tell yourself that things will get better.
There are times when people
disappoint you and let you down,
but those are the times
when you must remind yourself
to trust your own judgments and opinions,
to keep your life focused on believing in yourself
and all that you are capable of.
There will be challenges to face
and changes to make in your life,
and it is up to you to accept them.

Constantly keep yourself headed
in the right direction for you.
It may not be easy at times,
but in those times of struggle
you will find a stronger sense of who you are,
and you will also see yourself
developing into the person
you have always wanted to be.

Life is a journey through time,
filled with many choices;
each of us will experience life
in our own special way.
So when the days come that are filled
with frustration and unexpected responsibilities,
remember to believe in yourself
and all you want your life to be,
because the challenges and changes
will only help you to find the dreams
that you know are meant to come true for you


Love's Risk

There is a risk involved in everything
Everytime you share a smile
Everytime you shed a tear
You are opening yourself up to hurt.
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Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the closeness risk brings,
Side-stepping the things they can't understand
Turning away from those who care too much-
Those who care too long,
Those who hold too tightly.
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There is never an easy way to love
You can not approach it cautiously
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away
It is everywhere, it is everything.
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Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable, it is not cautious,
It is not sympathetic
It is unprejudiced and unmerciliess.
It strikes the strongest of mind,
And brings them to their knees in one blow.
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Even in the best of times, love hurts.
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to be the other part of someone else,
Without either of your consent.
But, from the moment it overtakes you,
It hurts worse to be all alone.
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The risk of love never depletes;
It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.
But, it's in the total surrender of all defense,
That we, no matter weak or strong,
No matter willing or captive,
No matter what, we truly experience love.
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Despite the many things love is not,
Outweighing it all are the things that love is.
Love is surrender without a loss.
It is a gift without the cost.
It consumes your every thought & desire,
Every breath you take.
It is the fire that fuels you
To do more than pass through life;
It urges you, instead, to live.
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No matter the outcome, having felt love,
You will never be the same.
It may scar your heart & soul
And Leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life
To feel like there is no need for tomorrow.
But, love is worth it. It is worth the risk...
For in all of life,
Love is truly the only risk worth taking.

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~Kris Hydmore

Just Touch Me

~ Just Touch Me ~

If I am your child,
Please touch me.
Find ways to meet my needs.
Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams.
Your daytime touching tells me how
you really feel.

If I am your teenager,
Please touch me.
Don't think because I'm almost grown,
I don't need to know that you still care.
I need your loving arms;
I need a tender voice.

If I am your friend,
Please touch me.
Nothing lets me know you care
like a warm embrace.
A healing touch when I'm depressed
assures me I am loved,
And reassures me that I'm not alone.
Yours may be the only comforting touch I get.

If I am your life's partner,
Please touch me.
You may think that your passion is enough,
But only your arms hold back my fears.
I need your tender reassuring touch,
To remind me I am loved
just because I am me.

If I am your grown-up child,
Please touch me.
Though I may have a family
of my own to hold,
I still need Mommy's and Daddy's
arms when I hurt.
As a parent the view is different;
I appreciate you more.

If I am your aging parent,
Please touch me.
Hold my hand, sit close to me,
give me strength,
And warm my tired body
with your nearness.
Although my skin is worn and wrinkled,
It loves to be stroked.
Don't be afraid,

~ Just Touch Me ~

"Time flies," everyone says....

"Time flies," everyone says.
It's frightening sometimes
to look in the mirror and see
the evidence of that.
So often, we don't take a moment
to say what's in our hearts,
and then, when it's too late,
we wish we had.
I'm taking a moment now, Mom,
to tell you this...
When I was a child, there was
so much I couldn't understand,
like how hard you worked
and how much you sacrificed
for our family.
There were dreams you had
to put on hold
and dreams that never came true.
You must have felt frustrated
sometimes, no doubt,
and at times even full of despair.
Yet you never gave less
than your best to us.
You didn't have an exciting career
or beautiful clothes.
You never traveled the world
or drove a fancy car.
Every day, you looked after us,
worried about us, fed us,
and loved us,
without expecting anything in return.
You see, Mom, I know now
and understand
that you actually gave me two lives:
my own... and yours.

-- Cheryl Van Gieson
I Love You Forever, Mom...
You have shown me how to give of myself
You have shown me leadership
You have taught me to be strong
You have taught me the importance of the family
You have demonstrated unconditional love
You have demonstrated a sensitivity to people's needs
You have handed down to me the important values in life
You have handed down to me the idea of achieving one's goals
You have set an example, throughout your life
of what an ideal mother and woman should be like
I am so proud of you
and I love you
Poem by Susan Polis Schutz