Florence Bourgault Obituary

FITCHBURG -- Florence C. (Cormier) Bourgault, 85, of 279 Daniels St., a former longtime resident of the Cleghorn section of the city, died on Tuesday, Dec. 4, at the Golden Living Center in Fitchburg.

She was the wife of Emile J. Bourgault, who died in 1999. Mrs. Bourgault was born in Fitchburg on Jan. 14, 1922, a daughter of Alfred and Regina (LeBlanc) Cormier, and resided most of her life in Fitchburg.

Mrs. Bourgault was a homemaker, and also worked at the General Fiber Company in Fitchburg, retiring in 1996. Prior to that, she worked at Anwelt Shoe Company and also stitched doll clothing at her home. She was a member of St. Joseph’s Church in Fitchburg. She was an avid bingo player and enjoyed her trips to Foxwoods Casino.

She is survived by a son and daughter-in-law, Ronald and Michel Bourgault of Tucson, Ariz.; a sister, Anita Thibault of Westminster. She also leaves many nieces and nephews, but was especially close and had been instrumental in raising both Linda A. Forgues of Boothbay, Maine, and Debra M. Bousquet of Fitchburg. She leaves several grandnieces and grandnephews, including Justine Bousquet, Morgan Bousquet, Lauren Forgues and Matthew Forgues; and a great-grandnephew, Tyler Barbin, all of whom she was especially fond of and considered to be her grandchildren. She was the sister of the late Alfred J. Cormier Jr., Dorothy Richards and Noreen Dziokonski.

BOURGAULT -- A funeral Mass will be celebrated at 10 a.m. on Monday at St. Joseph’s Church, 49 Woodland St., Fitchburg. Burial will be in the parish cemetery. Calling hours are 3-5 on Sunday at the Louis M. Isabelle Funeral Home, 316 Clarendon St., Fitchburg. Memorial contributions may be made to the Diversified Nursing & Hospice Program, 316 Nichols Road, Fitchburg, MA 01420.

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Published by Sentinel & Enterprise on Dec. 6, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Florence Bourgault

3 Entries

Diana Metivier

December 8, 2007

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)
©Copyright 1998-2007

Daniel Schrock

December 7, 2007

In this time of sorrow, she will always be remembered for her love of life, and being with friends.
The warmth of her smile and fun times together both in Massachusetts and in Maine will always be remembered by myself.

Kim (Dziokonski) Mitchell

December 6, 2007

Memories of Flo Flo will always make me smile.

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