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Monday, June 20, 2016
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Frederic FitzSimmons
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
Frederic FitzSimmons
September 6, 1927 - May 2, 2016
FRANKLIN - Frederic J FitzSimmons of Franklin, Vermont passed away peacefully on
May 2, 2016 with his family at his side.
He was born in Dorchester, MA on September 6, 1927. He was the son of Julia Coveney FitzSimmons and Edward Joseph FitzSimmons. He is predeceased by his sisters Marie McFadden, and Joan Stinson, his brothers Richard Seton FitzSimmons, Paul FitzSimmons, and
his granddaughter Julia Eldora FitzSimmons.
He is survived by his loving wife, Audrey Vivian FitzSimmons of Franklin VT, his sister Celestine Gookin of Norton, Massachusetts and his nine children. Susan and Dan Burns of Enosburg, VT Carol and Richard Fontina of Mars Hill, Maine, Michael and Jane FitzSimmons of Brockton, MA, Ann and William Tucker of Middleboro, MA, James FitzSimmons and his partner Lisa Wong of West Bridgewater, MA, Joseph and Jennifer FitzSimmons of Swanton, VT, Julia FitzSimmons Chartier of Northampton, MA, Janet and Paul Wells of Enosburg, VT, and Mary FitzSimmons and her friend Rick Bence of Swansea, MA. He was also was the proud Grandpa of 37 grandchildren and 32 great grandchildren as well as many nieces, nephews and cousins that he has faithfully kept in touch with.
He entered the Marines at the age of 16 and served his country in World War Two in the occupation of Japan in Chi Chi Jima. He was in the 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the USMC. He was honorably discharged on August 21, 1946.
Daddy married Audrey Baker on July 7, 1950 and they have enjoyed 65 years together. They spent their early years raising their family in Brockton, MA and retired to Franklin, VT in 1990.
He was a member of Local #276 Plumbers and Pipe Fitters of Brockton, MA where he was a Steamfitter for his working years. He was also a member of Local #51 of Providence RI.
Daddy’s character can only be described as strong, brutally honest, lover of family and his country, polite at all times but, at the same time able to be forthright and stand up for any injustice.
He loved his country and proudly flew the US flag outside his home on the flag pole he
made himself out of polished steel.
Family always came first to Daddy. He and Mama hosted Sunday dinner for anyone who could come, through all the years of their married life. That’s a lot of roast beef dinners! It was always the safest and happiest gathering place for all of us.
Daddy was an avid reader, lover of the Boston Herald newspaper, politics, the New England Patriots and FOX news. He enjoyed gardening, and planting trees. The trees surrounding his Franklin home were planted as saplings in the early 1990’s and he had the privilege of seeing them mature to lofty heights. He was a staunch Republican and a member of the NRA and the Heritage Foundation.
He and his wife enjoyed many trips with his fellow war Veterans travelling to Gettysburg, PA., and Washington DC, spending time together and honoring their fallen comrades.
This was very important to him.
For the last weeks of his life as he adjusted to the reality of his diagnosis and the time he had left, he demonstrated tremendous humility, strength and grace. Letting his nine children and extended family care for him. He was never without a smile for each of us.
He continued to be his witty and playful self, surprising us with his keen sense of all that was going on.
So much so that we were able to laugh and cry with him.
We even enjoyed writing down all the funny things he said which we will fondly refer to as “Fredisms!”
Most importantly, we would like to share that after Daddy received a visit from a priest at UVM Medical Center, he was able to say that he was in a “state of grace with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and that it felt like Christmas”. He was at peace with God, his face visibly displaying serenity and happiness.
Funeral Services will be held Saturday, May 7, 2016 at 11:00 AM the East Franklin Union Church, 4610 Lake Road/Vermont Route 120, East Franklin with Rev. Jason McConnell officiating. Interment with Military Honors will follow in the East Franklin Cemetery.
Visiting hours will be held Friday from 5-8 PM at the Spears Funeral Home, 96 Dickinson Ave., Enosburg Falls.
For those who wish, contributions in Fred’s memory may be made to the Franklin County Home Health Agency – Hospice Program, 3 Home Health Circle, St. Albans, VT 05478.
May 2, 2016 with his family at his side.
He was born in Dorchester, MA on September 6, 1927. He was the son of Julia Coveney FitzSimmons and Edward Joseph FitzSimmons. He is predeceased by his sisters Marie McFadden, and Joan Stinson, his brothers Richard Seton FitzSimmons, Paul FitzSimmons, and
his granddaughter Julia Eldora FitzSimmons.
He is survived by his loving wife, Audrey Vivian FitzSimmons of Franklin VT, his sister Celestine Gookin of Norton, Massachusetts and his nine children. Susan and Dan Burns of Enosburg, VT Carol and Richard Fontina of Mars Hill, Maine, Michael and Jane FitzSimmons of Brockton, MA, Ann and William Tucker of Middleboro, MA, James FitzSimmons and his partner Lisa Wong of West Bridgewater, MA, Joseph and Jennifer FitzSimmons of Swanton, VT, Julia FitzSimmons Chartier of Northampton, MA, Janet and Paul Wells of Enosburg, VT, and Mary FitzSimmons and her friend Rick Bence of Swansea, MA. He was also was the proud Grandpa of 37 grandchildren and 32 great grandchildren as well as many nieces, nephews and cousins that he has faithfully kept in touch with.
He entered the Marines at the age of 16 and served his country in World War Two in the occupation of Japan in Chi Chi Jima. He was in the 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the USMC. He was honorably discharged on August 21, 1946.
Daddy married Audrey Baker on July 7, 1950 and they have enjoyed 65 years together. They spent their early years raising their family in Brockton, MA and retired to Franklin, VT in 1990.
He was a member of Local #276 Plumbers and Pipe Fitters of Brockton, MA where he was a Steamfitter for his working years. He was also a member of Local #51 of Providence RI.
Daddy’s character can only be described as strong, brutally honest, lover of family and his country, polite at all times but, at the same time able to be forthright and stand up for any injustice.
He loved his country and proudly flew the US flag outside his home on the flag pole he
made himself out of polished steel.
Family always came first to Daddy. He and Mama hosted Sunday dinner for anyone who could come, through all the years of their married life. That’s a lot of roast beef dinners! It was always the safest and happiest gathering place for all of us.
Daddy was an avid reader, lover of the Boston Herald newspaper, politics, the New England Patriots and FOX news. He enjoyed gardening, and planting trees. The trees surrounding his Franklin home were planted as saplings in the early 1990’s and he had the privilege of seeing them mature to lofty heights. He was a staunch Republican and a member of the NRA and the Heritage Foundation.
He and his wife enjoyed many trips with his fellow war Veterans travelling to Gettysburg, PA., and Washington DC, spending time together and honoring their fallen comrades.
This was very important to him.
For the last weeks of his life as he adjusted to the reality of his diagnosis and the time he had left, he demonstrated tremendous humility, strength and grace. Letting his nine children and extended family care for him. He was never without a smile for each of us.
He continued to be his witty and playful self, surprising us with his keen sense of all that was going on.
So much so that we were able to laugh and cry with him.
We even enjoyed writing down all the funny things he said which we will fondly refer to as “Fredisms!”
Most importantly, we would like to share that after Daddy received a visit from a priest at UVM Medical Center, he was able to say that he was in a “state of grace with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and that it felt like Christmas”. He was at peace with God, his face visibly displaying serenity and happiness.
Funeral Services will be held Saturday, May 7, 2016 at 11:00 AM the East Franklin Union Church, 4610 Lake Road/Vermont Route 120, East Franklin with Rev. Jason McConnell officiating. Interment with Military Honors will follow in the East Franklin Cemetery.
Visiting hours will be held Friday from 5-8 PM at the Spears Funeral Home, 96 Dickinson Ave., Enosburg Falls.
For those who wish, contributions in Fred’s memory may be made to the Franklin County Home Health Agency – Hospice Program, 3 Home Health Circle, St. Albans, VT 05478.
God's Garden
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Paul M. Diaz
Paul M. Diaz of Weymouth, February 16, 2015 after a long illness at the age of 67.
Paul was predeceased by his brother, Brian F. Diaz, his mother Patti-Lou Diaz, and his father, Frank Diaz . He is survived by his loving family, wife Patricia (Cantara) Diaz of 31 years, son, Philip O’Sullivan, and daughter, Eleanor “Ellie” O’Sullivan, all of Weymouth. Brother of Mark Diaz & uncle of Miles Donath-Diaz, both of Medford. Stepson of Laura Reynolds of Salem, NC. Also three lovely grandchildren: Ashley O’Sullivan, Sara Bardsley and Joseph O’Sullivan, all of Weymouth MA.
Paul was predeceased by his brother, Brian F. Diaz, his mother Patti-Lou Diaz, and his father, Frank Diaz . He is survived by his loving family, wife Patricia (Cantara) Diaz of 31 years, son, Philip O’Sullivan, and daughter, Eleanor “Ellie” O’Sullivan, all of Weymouth. Brother of Mark Diaz & uncle of Miles Donath-Diaz, both of Medford. Stepson of Laura Reynolds of Salem, NC. Also three lovely grandchildren: Ashley O’Sullivan, Sara Bardsley and Joseph O’Sullivan, all of Weymouth MA.
Paul served in the Navy during mid-60’s aboard the USS Stormes (DD-780) during the Vietnam Era. He also served in the Hingham National Guard, 1058th from the 1980’s-1993, serving in the First Gulf War. He retired from the USPS in 2009 out of Brockton. Had a strong passion for reading. His favorite saying was “Thank & Hug a Veteran Today”.
Relatives and friends are respectfully invited to attend the visiting hours on Saturday from 1-5 PM in the McDonald Keohane Funeral Home NORTH WEYMOUTH at 40 Sea Street (off RT.3A-Bicknell Sq.) with a prayer service at 4:45 PM. In lieu of flowers, donations in Paul’s memory may be made to a favorite charity or in support of your local veterans or buy a new pair of boots through one of Paul’s favorite organizations, Boot Campaign.
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
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
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