PAIGE, Barbara passed away suddenly on June 5, 2021, surrounded by family, including her loving husband and three sons. She passed at Brigham and Women’s Faulkner Hospital in Jamaica Plain, at 9:30pm at the beautiful age of 59 years.
She was born to Santo and Carol Noe on March 12, 1962 in Boston Massachusetts. She graduated from West Roxbury High in 1980, after which she dedicated her life to assisting children which paralleled her multiple career paths including teaching at both Head Start and the Barn Yard Schools, driving school buses for Michael J. Connolly & Sons, foster parenting, and even heading a charity drive for the Home for Little Wanderers.
Barbara lived her best life. She always spent time with her friends and family, but most importantly she loved her time with her grandchildren. She was an avid sports fan. She loved watching her children either playing or coaching. She was the loudest one out there, whether it be cheering the team or helping the coaches scream moves in wrestling.
Barbara is survived by her devoted James “Rick”, her son Gregory and his wife Deana, son Jonn and his wife Talia, son James “Rickie”, her beautiful grandchildren Olivia, Siena, Gregory and Ella, father Santo, brother Santo “Sonny”, many friends and of course her dog Peppah. Predeceased by her mother Carol.
Visiting hours will be held in the William J. Gormley Funeral Home, 2055 Centre St., West Roxbury on Thursday June 24th from 4:00 - 8:00. Funeral service will be held in the funeral home on Friday morning June 25th at 10:00. Relatives and friends are kindly invited. Interment will be private.
In lieu of flowers, remembrances may be made in her memory to the Children’s Urological Foundation, 300 Longwood Ave. Boston, MA 02115.
The Ship of Life
by John T. Baker
Along the shore I spy a ship
As she sets out to sea;
She spreads her sails and sniffs the breeze
And slips away from me.
I watch her fading image shrink,
As she moves on and on,
Until at last she’s but a speck,
Then someone says, “She’s gone.”
Gone where? Gone only from our sight
And from our farewell cries;
That ship will somewhere reappear
To other eager eyes.
Beyond the dim horizon’s rim
Resound the welcome drums,
And while we’re crying, “There she goes!”
They’re shouting, “Here she comes!”
We’re built to cruise for but a while
Upon this trackless sea
Until one day we sail away
Into infinity
She was born to Santo and Carol Noe on March 12, 1962 in Boston Massachusetts. She graduated from West Roxbury High in 1980, after which she dedicated her life to assisting children which paralleled her multiple career paths including teaching at both Head Start and the Barn Yard Schools, driving school buses for Michael J. Connolly & Sons, foster parenting, and even heading a charity drive for the Home for Little Wanderers.
Barbara lived her best life. She always spent time with her friends and family, but most importantly she loved her time with her grandchildren. She was an avid sports fan. She loved watching her children either playing or coaching. She was the loudest one out there, whether it be cheering the team or helping the coaches scream moves in wrestling.
Barbara is survived by her devoted James “Rick”, her son Gregory and his wife Deana, son Jonn and his wife Talia, son James “Rickie”, her beautiful grandchildren Olivia, Siena, Gregory and Ella, father Santo, brother Santo “Sonny”, many friends and of course her dog Peppah. Predeceased by her mother Carol.
Visiting hours will be held in the William J. Gormley Funeral Home, 2055 Centre St., West Roxbury on Thursday June 24th from 4:00 - 8:00. Funeral service will be held in the funeral home on Friday morning June 25th at 10:00. Relatives and friends are kindly invited. Interment will be private.
In lieu of flowers, remembrances may be made in her memory to the Children’s Urological Foundation, 300 Longwood Ave. Boston, MA 02115.
The Ship of Life
by John T. Baker
Along the shore I spy a ship
As she sets out to sea;
She spreads her sails and sniffs the breeze
And slips away from me.
I watch her fading image shrink,
As she moves on and on,
Until at last she’s but a speck,
Then someone says, “She’s gone.”
Gone where? Gone only from our sight
And from our farewell cries;
That ship will somewhere reappear
To other eager eyes.
Beyond the dim horizon’s rim
Resound the welcome drums,
And while we’re crying, “There she goes!”
They’re shouting, “Here she comes!”
We’re built to cruise for but a while
Upon this trackless sea
Until one day we sail away
Into infinity
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