Nicole Dickinson-Evans

Nicole Dickinson-Evans Obituary

25, of Palm Beach, FL, formerly of Braintree. Beloved wife of Benjamin Evans & loving mother of Josh. Cherished daughter of Deirdre Dickinson. Granddaughter of Anita & Donald Dickinson, niece of Michelle Goldthwaite, and her husband Don Goldthwaite, all of Braintree. Nicole was the niece of Donald Reed Dickinson, Jr. & his wife Paula of Cohasset, and the niece of Mark Dickinson of Middleboro. She also leaves several cousins. In her short life, Nicole left more than her little footprints immortalized in paint on her grandparents floor at the Cape when she was just a child. She left a flood of memories, her laughter, her bubbly personality, her independence and ability to take charge in any situation, and her great love of poetry including her own personal poems, all of which were shared in a loving celebration of her life held at the Calvary Chapel in Boca Raton, FL. Personal tributes, photos and videos were shared by all who were present at the Memorial Service. She was privately and quietly laid to rest on Cape Cod, a place which held very special memories for Nicole, with her immediate family in attendance. Nicole will be forever missed, by her family, by her friends, and by all those she touched so deeply. Donations can be made in Nicole's memory to: The Aneurysm & AVM Found., 2811 Castro Valley Blvd., Suite 111, Castro Valley, CA 94546.

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Published by Boston Globe from Sep. 1 to Sep. 2, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Nicole Dickinson-Evans

3 Entries

Andrea Willis

September 6, 2007

I am so sorry to hear about Nicole. Although we lost touch a few years after I moved to Carver I will never forget the friendship we shared and how much Nicole and your family meant to me.

Fran Richards

September 1, 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)
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