Marjorie A. Stuber

Marjorie Stuber Obituary

STUBER, Marjorie A. "Margie" (Lamore) Of Walpole, died Nov. 7 at home surrounded by her family, age 77. Wife of Kenneth L. Stuber. Loving mother of Nancy and her husband Paul Hurley of Walpole, Edward K. and his wife Carol Stuber of Canada and Betsy and her husband Michael Mahoney of Holliston. Sister of Mary Connerty of Bourne, Janet Buckman and Carol Travers, both of Walpole, Robert Lamore of Plymouth and the late Patricia Robbins. Also survived by seven grandchildren, three great-grandchildren, and nieces and nephews. Funeral from the Alexander F. Thomas & Sons Funeral Home, 45 Comon Street, WALPOLE, Monday morning at 9. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated at Blessed Sacrament Church at 10 AM. Relatives and friends invited. Visiting hours today, Sunday, 5-8. In lieu of flowers, donations in Marjorie's memory may be made to Partners Hospice, Development Office, 281 Winter St., Suite 200, Waltham, MA 02451-8713. Interment in St. Francis' Cemetery. For directions or guestbook, please visit: thomasfuneralhomes.com. Alexander F. Thomas & Sons FH Walpole 508-668-0154

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Published by Boston Globe on Nov. 9, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for Marjorie Stuber

7 Entries

Margery Finneran

November 4, 2009

Kenny and family,

We miss Marge who we saw everyday next door, sitting in the yard with Kenny and her beautiful family around her. As the poem says, she is not there in body, but her spirit is right there along all of you.

God bless,
Joe and Margie

Rich and Cheryl Cunniff

November 11, 2008

We were sorry to hear of your loss. You are all in our Thoughts and Prayers.

Joe and Margie Finneran

November 11, 2008

Kenny and family,

So very sorry to hear of your loss. Our thoughts are always with you and Marge will be missed greatly.

Joe and Margie Finneran

Kelley saucier

November 10, 2008

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Maura Conley

November 10, 2008

Betsy and Family,
So sorry to hear about the loss of your Mother (Auntie Margie) to all of us on Myrtle St. I hope that you can find peace in this difficult time. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Mary Smith

November 9, 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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