Claire H. Ouellette

Claire Ouellette Obituary

LEWISTON , Maine -- Claire H. Ouellette, 80, of 6 McNamara St., died Dec. 21, 2009, at St. Mary's d'Youville Pavilion.

She was born at St. Methode de Frontenac, P.Q., Canada, Nov. 29, 1929, to Philippe A. and Josephine M. Bolduc Plante. She was educated in Caribou and Lewiston schools and was married March 29, 1948 to Camille J. Ouellette, who predeceased her Feb. 13, 1962.

She had been employed for 15 years as a bus driver for Hudson Bus Lines and later at St. Mary's Hospital housekeeping for 10 years, retiring in 1987. She was a member of Holy Family Church and enjoyed woodworking, gardening and flowers. She was very involved with children, loved her family, grandchildren and enjoyed fishing with her children

Family members include three sons, Albert Ouellette of Goffstown, N.H., Robert Ouellette of Greene and Marc Ouellette of Norwich, Conn.; 12 grandchildren; seven great-grandchildren; and a sister, Rose Anna of New York.

She was predeceased by her son, Denis Ouellette in April 2007, and a daughter, Irene Harvey in November 2006.

SERVICES: Visitation at Fortin/Lewiston is Monday from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m. A Mass of Christian burial will be celebrated Tuesday at 11 a.m. at Holy Family Church. Committal will be at St. Peter's Cemetery.

A service of The Fortin Group Funeral Home, Cremation and Monument Services, Lewiston (www.mem.com).

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Published by Union Leader on Dec. 26, 2009.

Memories and Condolences
for Claire Ouellette

2 Entries

Kimmarie Harvey

December 14, 2022

I wish things would have been different. I know you loved me. And you know I loved you so much! You taught me so much and shared so much with me that I am so ever grateful to call you my Memere. You gave me such unconditional love and your time. I will always be so grateful for the memories that we made together and the laughs that we had. Thank you and I love you

Cindy Jandreau

December 27, 2009

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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