Patricia J. Gobble

Patricia Gobble Obituary

Patricia J. (Duggan) Gobble, 61
Spencer - Patricia J. (Duggan) Gobble, age 61, died Wednesday, December 5, 2012, at home.
She leaves her mother, Gladys (Graham) Duggan Clark of Spencer; a brother, Thomas Duggan of Worcester; a sister, Kimberley McCluskey of Spencer; four step-brothers, Brent Clark, Barry Clark, Bruce Clark and Brian Clark; several nieces, nephews and cousins. She was predeceased by her father, Charles Duggan; by her step-father, Fielder Clark; by a daughter, Christine Arpin; and by a brother, Charles Duggan.
A visitation will be held on Saturday, December 15, 2012, from 12:30 to 1:30 p.m., in the East Brookfield Baptist Church, 363 East Main Street, East Brookfield, with a service to follow at 1:30 p.m. The family requests that flowers be omitted. Donations can be made to the East Brookfield Baptist Church, 363 East Main Street, East Brookfield, MA 01515. Shaw-Majercik Funeral Home, 48 School Street, Webster is directing arrangements. A guest book is available at
www.shaw-majercik.com

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Published by Worcester Telegram & Gazette from Dec. 8 to Dec. 9, 2012.

Memories and Condolences
for Patricia Gobble

3 Entries

Betty Ann Lloyd

December 5, 2024

It has been 12years Trisha. I am glad we got to go to Bermuda with Miriam, and Kim. I just wish you could have gone to Cape Cod with us. I miss you so much. your cousin Betty

Betty Ann Lloyd

December 10, 2012

Kim, sorry you lost sissy, Trisha our angel . . . i know how sad you are coz i am very sad too . . . i am glad i got to spend the last 3 years with her, visiting her in NC, and going to Bermuda the four of us (Trisha, you, Miriam, and I) . . . Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.
love you . . your cousin

Betty

Debra J. Maddox,RN,BSN,OCN

December 9, 2012

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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