My message to a great lady who I had the honor to call mom given at mom's funeral mass at St. Thomas More Church.
Good morning Father Costa, family and friends who have come today to celebrate the life and peaceful transition from this earth to heaven of my mother.
I went through multiple versions of this eulogy, not because I couldn’t find the words to reflect the beautiful nature of my mom, but rather I kept crying over the drafts causing the pen ink to smear and I needed to start over. While I know I will break down during this eulogy, I know mom is standing by my side, her hand on my shoulder encouraging me to stay strong. I am fortunate to be her son and it’s an honor to call her my mom, my friend. It would take a lifetime to communicate all of the beautiful memories I shared with her. From her compassion, and dedication learning how to prepare and administer insulin injections and blood sugar test regimes with me when I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes at the age of 8, to our Wednesday afternoon trips in the summer with my brother and Vovó to Lincoln Park, to our adventures to Walt Disney Word during the Christmas holidays, to our daily talks when I would visit my parent’s home after work.
Please take a moment to look at the person next to you. You may know the person or may be meeting them for the first time. While we may worship differently than our neighbor, prefer one political party over another, we all have one shared common belief: my mom was and will always be cherished and loved by her family and friends.
Regardless of whether you addressed her as wife, your love, mom, VV (which is her granddaughter’s version of Vovó), mother-in law, cousin, friend, aunt, neighbor, co-worker, or Mrs. Vieira, Barbara was a sweet, gracious, wonderful, and loving person and we love you and will miss you and look forward to the day we reunite with you.
Mom was a Catholic, receiving her sacraments of baptism, communion, and confirmation at Our Lady of Angels Church in Fall River. Barbara also celebrated the sacrament of matrimony where she married the love of her life, my dad, William Vieira. A marriage that spanned fifty-four years that was filled with enjoyment and some challenges. Their immense love for each never wavered, and in sickness and in health, grew stronger throughout their five-plus decades of marriage.
A big thank you to all family and friends who have supported, dad, Billy, and I over the past several weeks and to those who have submitted kind words on mom's tribute wall. I am also grateful to a few new friends we made at St. Annes’ Hospital. Sister Carol, Sister Judith, and Father Leonard prayed with my mother and our family daily, often giving spiritual guidance to dad, Billy, and I to stay strong and let God guide mom and us to peace.
In conclusion, today we celebrate a brave and a special woman and it was my great honor to spend time with her over the past 47 years of my life. She taught me so many things and we created and shared many wonderful memories together. She grew up in the very house I reside in today. While multiple layers of wallpaper no longer exist in the home and chickens and other animals no longer roam the grounds of Woodman Street, her presence in the home remains as powerful today as it did when she grew up there.
My heart is saddened by this great loss, but I am committed to keeping my mother’s memory alive.
I love you mom.
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