Helen-Balthazard-Obituary

Helen B. Balthazard

Springfield, Massachusetts

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Helen B. Balthazard 1932 - 2013 CHICOPEE - Helen B. (Roy) Balthazard, 80, a longtime resident of the Alden-ville section of Chicopee was Called Safely Home on Wednesday, January 30, 2013. She passed into Eternal Life at Loomis House in Holyoke surrounded by the care and comfort of her loving...

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To John & Donna and your families my condolences and deepest sympathy at this time of your loss.

May the love of friends and family carry you through your grief.

The lovely "princess" touched my heart with her slight smile that reminded me of Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. We were ships passing in the night but the dignity of Helen, that she fought to keep and was able too because of her loving family; I will never forget and I will carry her forever in my heart. Your loss is huge Brandon, Roy and Denise but your gift of having had the "princess" to love is bigger.

I am so sorry. Nora Johnson/HMC

So sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you Denise and family during this time.

Dear Balthazard Family, I am so sorry for your loss. Whether she was your Mom, Grandma, Sister, Cousin she will always be missed. Donna, my dear friend you are truly a friend and I just know your Mom gave you all of her best qualities....they will always live on in you. Love you and so sorry for your loss.

Dear Roy, Nate and Curtis,
So sorry to hear about your mother and nana. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. Remember all the good times with her and her love for you.

Dear Debbie,Frank,Lyndsey & Leigh-Anne, so sorry for the passing of your mother and nana, she was a great neighbor and a wonderful woman. She is at peace now, so please accept my deepest sympathy. Love Denise Toussaint

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently,...