Edward D. Teixeira

Yesterday was your birthday dad and I know you celebrated it in great company - with mom and Denise - and all our loved ones and friends. Can't help but miss you and look forward to the day I see your faces again. Loving and missing you very much - Debs

I wish I had the chance to have met him. I remember my grandmother, Grace Howell (nee De Castro) telling me stories and showing me pictures of her cousins. She really loved them. Sorry for such a loss.

Father and daughter…The circle

When I was born, you kissed my face
And held me in your arms
You kept me close and promised
To me would come no harm

When I was sad or hurting
You would softly stroke my hair
Giving me words of comfort
Showing me how much you care

You held my hand to keep me safe
And to guide me on my way
Knowing that as your little girl grew
You would have to let go one day

You watched me grow and helped me
Study for my tests
Always encouraging and comforting
‘It's okay – just do your best”

You took my arm and proudly Walked me down the aisle
Then kissed my cheeks on my wedding day And gave me away with a smile

The years came and went, time slowly
passed
Bringing love, and joy and pain
And with each shared experience
Valuable lessons were gained

We felt the painful loss of loved ones
And grieved and healed together
And through it all we quietly learned
With God's love we can weather
whatever

As it does with time, your hair turned
gray
And illness eventually found
you
I made a promise to be there to guide
you
And help in whatever your do

When you were burdened with confusion
And your mind found it hard to
rest
It was my time to comfort and softly
encourage
Saying ‘Pop, just do your best'

We held hands and walked together
Helping to guide you on the way
Knowing inside that this terrible
illness
Would take you away one day

And then, that day, when the time drew
near
I hugged you and held you close
Giving my love and comfort to the man,
my whole life,
I had looked up to and admired the most.

We held hands, I kissed your cheeks.
I stroked your hair of gray
I told you I loved you while God's
heavenly angles
Lead you on your way.

Life is a circle, of giving, receiving,
Of growing, comfort and love
The gifts of devotion and caring from
an amazing father,
Given to me by my lord above.

Thank you God for wonderful parents…thank you God for my Pop!

Debbie

Thinking about Dad

You are in our thoughts and prayers during this time of sadness.

Tribute to Dad at his memorial service:

Dad was a humble man,always content to be in the shadows, playing the strong supporting role. I want to say a few words to remind us all what a good man he was.

Pop was born catholic and was very strong and passionate in his faith. He attended church faithfully during his youth. As a parent he and my mother skimped and saved so we could attend catholic school to help establish a strong Christian base. My parents would be sure that we attended church regularly and said a blessing before meals. Later in life he would follow the mass on TV. His faith was very important to him.

Dad worked hard to better himself and provide for his family. He had a ˜can do' and a ˜where there is a will there is a way' attitude. If he did not already have the knowledge how to do something he would acquire the information so he could take care of it. We did not have the funds for repairman and dad knew he had to take care of things for his family. He handled electricity, plumbing, sprinklers, fixed everything from roofs and washing machines to cars. When there was a vehicle which needed repair his first words were not˜I don't know how' they were 'lets get the book' and proceeded to study about the problem and then provide a professional repair job.

Dad went all over to learn his trade, becoming an accomplished engineer. They returned from being on a cruise and dad promptly told me 'Mummy almost killed me on the cruise'. When I asked Pop what had happened Mom explained that at their table they took turns going around the table explaining their occupation. When it came dad's turn he replied ˜I am in charge of maintenance' which mom said made it sound like he was the garbage man. That was his humble nature.

He would drop whatever he was doing to be there for his family. He was the strong, silent support behind our family's triumphs and challenges. He never failed his family, friends or coworkers. It was just understood that he would always be there, for anyone, when you needed him. He worked very hard for his family and always sought the very best for us. One year mom sent Pop to the store for green beans and two hours later he returned. When we asked him what took him so long he told us it took him a little while to pick out the green beans for us. We all laughed imaging Pop standing and carefully picking out beans for his family. Nothing but the best he could give was good enough for his family. Those were the best green beans ever.

Even in his final years, he still was always lighthearted and helpful to everyone. He would help the entire staff at the facility without ever being asked. He assisted the maintenance man in repairs. He pushed the other residents in their wheelchairs. He would carry packages for the employees and help them push their carts. It was his nature to be kind and loving and help others. All the residents and staff loved Pop - there was no reason not to! At the end, staff and nurses, one by one came to Pop's room with tears in their eyes to say bye and thank him for all his help.

Thank you Pop for being a shining example to your family of love, compassion, loyalty, integrity, and dedication .You and mom showed us what family really means. We are proud to be your family and look forward to the day we see your beautiful face again. You will always remain in our hearts.

Dad, you always treated me as your daughter, from the first day I joined the family. You shared warmth, wisdom, stories, and love which will stay with me forever...
May you have Love, Freedom and Eternal Peace~ I Love You

So sorry for yall lose God Bless

The news came up on my google alerts. My late father was named Edward Teixeira and he was a WW2 ex-pow. My name is Ed Teixeira. I live on Long Island. My sincere condolences.

So sorry to hear of the passing of my loveable and kind brother Eddie. I have wonderful memories of those precious years gone by. In our older years I thank God that Eddie was able to come to Canada and visit with me as he lovingly talked about Pauline, his children, his grands and especially his two greatgrands. I love him dearly ! Thanks for the pictures you always sent me Debbie, I love to look at his pictures. Love you All! May God be with each and every one of you in this time of sadness. Love Isabella
(these were Mom's thoughts when I told her of Eddies passing) JEN