Doris M. Batista

Doris Batista Obituary

Doris M. Batista of Leominster; 41 LEOMINSTER Doris M. Batista, 41, of Leominster, died Tuesday, Nov. 4, 2008, in Life Care Center of Leominster, after an illness. She was born on September 8, 1967, in Ponce Puerto Rico, was the daughter of Ludgerio Batista and Carmen Perez. She was a student at Mount Wachusett Community College, and a member of the Pentecostal Church in Leominster. She is survived by her father, Ludgerio Batista of Puerto Rico, and mother, Carmen Perez of Leominster; two sons, Luis Perez of Leominster, and Ferdinand Perez of Boston; three brothers, Miguel Batista, Alberto Batista, Melvin Batista, all of Leominster; a sister, Neida Batista of Puerto Rico; many nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by a brother, Jose Batista. BATISTA The funeral service will be held on Friday November 7, 2008 at 12:30 p.m. in the Wright-Roy Funeral Home, 109 West Street, in Leominster, burial will be in Evergreen Cemetery in Leominster. Calling hours will be Friday, November 7, 2008 from 11:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. in the funeral home. To light a candle, sign the guestbook or send a message of condolence please visit www.wrightroyfuneralhome.com

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Published by Sentinel & Enterprise from Nov. 5 to Nov. 6, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for Doris Batista

7 Entries

Maribel Perez

November 7, 2008

Mi mas sentido pesame. Ferdinand y Luisito los llevo en mis oraciones. Dios les bendiga .

Maribel, Zeek y Odalisse Perez

madeline

November 7, 2008

Dear:Luis and Ferdinand
A mothers Love never ends.
Stay strong and never forget your mom really loved you dearly.
our hearts and prayers are with you.

Love,madeline,chris and flavian

Sonia Y Adamaris

November 6, 2008

Our hearts go out to you at this time and in the days ahead.

Paula Carroll

November 6, 2008

Dear Miguel & Renee,

You are in my thoughts and prayers. Stay strong and continue to "Believe"

Love you,
Aunt Paula

Renee Hall

November 5, 2008

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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