My LOVE is like the WIND,
you can't see it
BUT you can feel it all around YOU!!
BUT you can feel it all around YOU!!
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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
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.
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.
RYAN D. WILLIAMS
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
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 and 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 (2013) 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.
XOXO
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 and 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.
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 (2013) and he also carries on the B. as a Jr. To his dad!
XOXO
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.
Chorus:
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
May 20, 2013
Deep the joy of being together in one heart
and for me that’s just where it is.
Chorus:
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
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