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Isabel Stokilo

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Isabel II Stokilo
July 2, 1935 - May 28, 2011
Conway
Isabel II Stokilo, 75, of Southern Living Lane, died Saturday, May 28, 2011 at Grand Strand Regional Medical Center.
Mrs. Stokilo was born in Fajardo, Puerto Rico, a daughter of the late Antonio Quinones and Celestina Alvira Quinones. She was a member of St. James Catholic Church. Mrs. Stokilo was retired from Swiss Bank Corporation where she worked in the World Trade Center.
Surviving are her husband, Steve Stokilo of Conway; four sons, Alan Scott of the Dominican Republic, Eric Scott of Brooklyn, N.Y., Nicolas Scott of Manhattan, N.Y., and Gustavo Vazquez of Los Angeles, Calif.; one daughter, Isabel Celeste Dawson of Manhattan, N.Y., her Angel 1- Barbara Brown of Socastee; eight grandchildren, Rosario Isabel Dawson, Clay Alexander Dawson, Juan Francisco Scott, Maria Isabel Scott, Evelyn Montalvo, Ernie Montalvo, Nathaniel James Vazquez, and Joshua James Vazquez; one brother, Antonio Quinones of Deltona, Fla.; and one sister, Maria Garcia of Brooklyn, N.Y.
A Memorial Mass will be celebrated 2 p.m. Wednesday, June 1, 2011 at St. James Catholic Church with Father Rick LeBrecque officiating. Memorials may be made in her name to Voto Latino, P.O. Box 30423, Bethesda, MD 20824 or online at www.votolatino.org/dedication.
Please sign a guest book at www.goldfinchfuneralhome.com. Goldfinch Funeral Home, Conway Chapel, is in charge of arrangements.
In her own words written:
March 19, 2002 - 3:36 a.m.
When alone, my mind
soars and clearly
envisions the now
and the have been;
with one thought
in the future and
none for the past.
When in the
calmness of the
wee-hours when
my soul is at rest
I can look inside
me and can see
where I've been.
I don't want to
go there, for it
all is the past,
I can't repair now
all the fragmented
pieces, for who
can put together
what the wind
already scattered?
Now is my moment
for tomorrow I know
not; now is when my
spirit wants to
fly high; now I'll
assemble all my dreams
in my heart and
find my way again
to when I was
naive & believed
the world was a well
of fortunes happiness
and dreams.
Isabel

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Published in The Sun News from May 31 to June 1, 2011
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