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| Mom in 2001 |
Today, June 19th, marks the day that would have been my (Rob's) mom's 86th birthday. Mom passed on Dec. 29, 2013 so this is the first year we're not celebrating her birthday with her -at least in the physical sense. However, I thought it important to continue to remember my mom, and the best way to do that is to HEAR HER VOICE and read the most amazing tribute to her.
I actually saved her voicemail message to me from Nov. 1, 2013 and figured out a way to bring it to everyone. I thought it important to have mom's voice so I'll never forget how she sounded. She always thought that whenever she left a voicemail on my cell phone that I could hear it, so she kept talking, as it if were an answering machine connected to a home phone! So she'd keep saying "Pick up the Phone!"
CLICK HERE TO HEAR MY MOM's VOICE: Norma's Voicemail Message to Rob on 11-1-13
( http://youtu.be/NX-yobSxi3w)
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Following is my mom's eulogy, that was written by my younger brother Doug and spoken by him at her services at St. Ann's church in Quincy on January 2, 2014. Doug really captured the spirit and spunkiness of our mother, and who she was. I hope you'll read it, and get to know her a little. Doug did an amazing job on this and Tom and I thought it deserved to be memorialized on our blog. Thanks, Doug, and Happy birthday, Mom. Love, Rob and Tom
Mom’s
Eulogy – Jan 2, 2014
Written
and given by Doug Gutro
On
behalf of my brothers - Thank you all for coming and for your outpouring of love
and support.
Today
we Celebrate the life of our mother,
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| Mom at NASA in 2009 as an Astronaut! |
Norma
Gloria Gutro - she loved her name – You may have noticed HER NGG initials sewed
on her blouses, sweaters and pocketbooks
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If you live in Quincy, you may
have seen her license plate around town NORMA 5 – The 5 stood for five people
in our family (mom, dad, and her 3 boys).
It adorned a half dozen cars over the past 40 years from Station Wagons,
to her Lincoln Continental, to her current SUV – for a woman who stood barley
5’ tall, she loved big cars.
Born
in the depression - adored her parents Sarina and Giramondo Tutela, as well as
brother Ralph and she had the typical sister relationship our aunt Tillie. If you knew her, she was proud of her Italian
heritage.
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| Rob, Jill B., Mom, and Jim B. |
Mom
recalled the most Vivid Childhood memories and friendships with her family
growing up on the streets in East Boston and Dorchester
– she enjoyed dancing, the family traditions, and friendships that seemed
simpler back then.
All these years, she
stayed in touch with her friend Marion, who she has known from
Kindergarten.
A few
months ago, she got to reminisce and reconnect with her cousin Rosalie who she
hadn’t seen in 50 years and who meticulously researched their Tutela family
back to Italy in the early 1800s. It was a special day, with photos of
relatives and ancestors – she knew all their names – wonderful stories, tears,
and laughter. I’m grateful to have shared
that walk down memory lane with my mom.
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| Franklin, Dolly and Cooper in 2009 with Mom in Md. |
In
1955 - she married our dad, Edward J. “Buddy” Gutro. They were Fated to be
mated she would say. Together they owned 3 new homes including the one they
built and lived in on the corner of Puritan Drive and Adams Street since 1963 –
She’d say it was on the 18th hole of the Furnace Brook Golf Course – Our dad's
home town - she was proud always to live on adams street and in her
neighborhood – A pride I've carried forward.
As my
dad worked 3 jobs my mom raised 3 boys - many joyous and memorable holidays,
birthdays, and anniversaries growing up.
They went to steve’s band concerts, my basketball games, and supported
Rob in all he did.
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| Jill Beyer and Mom make faces |
If
you hadn’t noticed, our mom had a Knack for Fashion - sharp dresser, her clothes
always matched her shoes and handbag, and she almost always wore heels - She
could remember names and events from 80 years ago with clarity and she shared
them frequently with all who would listen and many you were great listeners.
We learned never to question mom’s memory of
an event.
Like a great politician, she
never let the truth get in the way of a good story – although I’m sure her
embellishments were never purposeful, but a result of how she wanted to
remember things or simply a fading memory.
Norma was
much like the sun – she could brighten a room with her presence or laughter,
things always seemed to revolve around her, and if you got to close, sometimes
things got a little too hot for comfort.
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| Jeff and Mom joke around during dessert 2009 |
At
home, she had clean house – you took your shoes off before entering. Today, her
living room still looks like it hasn't been lived in. She was great cook and
loved to feed you – even now making pizzelas and strudels for Christmas – this
year the strudels still sit on her dining room table for Christmas that she
didn’t make.
She was creative and enjoyed
painting and artwork. She made homemade Halloween Costumes and painted comic
book or cartoon charters on our shirt or sheets. She loved to talk, enjoyed
music, scratch tickets, watching sports or police shows, and loved to laugh.
She just wanted to be loved.
As my
dad’s career advanced and they traveled the U.S and to England. She had fond memories of
those days. This was their heyday - They were living the American dream.
As we
grew up and moved out, Mom & Dad became inseparable. Walking the neighborhood, working in the
yard, shopping, sharing a quiet meal at their favorite restaurants, playing
cards, and going bowling. She'd get dolled up as my dad sat on the porch
reading his book. He was proud to be
with her. The simple pleasures we all take for granted.
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| Mom insisted that Tom play the piano for her!! |
Kids
moved, married, time passed as it always does. We lost my dad 5 years ago. And
mom was never the same. Her soul mate, compass, North Star was gone. She
struggled mightily and we struggled to fill the void.
Her
life returned to making or maintaining her home and yard and affirming that clearly
she wasn't moving from the place she loved.
In
the good weather she was always doing Yard work - 5 ft firecracker with a saw
in one hand always cutting down some trees or branches – you’d think she lived
in a forest. A friend of mine who drove by, called me immediately after
witnessing the spectacle and asked why I’d let my 80 year old mother climb a
ladder and saw trees. You try to stop
her I said. We both laughed. He knew my
mom. Up until the end she was still
driving, shopping, visiting neighbors, looking good, and even wearing heels.
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| Mom at Christmas 2006 |
She
loved her family and people. Like many of us, she sometimes had a unique way of
showing it. But she did. She was proud of Stephen for following my dad in the
insurance business.
Proud of Rob and for
his work at NASA, The Weather Channel, and National Hurricane
Center.
And she was proud of me for serving on the
City Council in the City I was raised in. She was happy to see us settled with
our spouses, who have been an amazing source of strength for us.
She adored her grandchildren - my boys Brian
and Scotty. She loved and still recalled fond memories of her dogs Gigi and
penny – who’ve long since passed and more recently enjoyed my brother Rob and
his husband Tom’s dogs Dolly, Franklin, and Tyler.
On a
personal note, she loved campaigning for me - Dropping flyers and holding
campaign signs – she was tireless and proud. One day while walking the
neighborhood she asked a man working in his yard if he'd put up a lawn sign for
me - little did she know he was running for same council seat as I - he was a
good sport and she made a new friend.
In
recent years, she spent time walking the neighborhood, bonding with neighbors
who always kept a watchful eye on her. She was Interested and opinionated on both
neighborhood issues and city wide issues. She was always weighing in with my
friend and her Ward Councilor Kevin Coughlin and I.
This
past week, our mom succumbed to the effects of a major stroke in the home she
loved.
When Mayor
learned about my mom’s stroke he was among the first to call and offer sympathy
or help in any way. I want personally thank him. And upon reflection, I may take him up on his
offer of help – Mr. Mayor - Councilor Coughlin and I put together a very long
list of my mother’s neighborhood concerns, which we’d be delighted to share
with you.
To
those who called her – especially her friend Jane Ricci who spoke to her every
day. Thank you. To those who visited her, Thank you. Those who invited her out
or took her into your home, Thank you. She couldn't replace what she lost in my
dad - but my brothers and I are forever grateful for your help in caring for
our mom during these past 5 years.
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| Rob's late dog Buzz, and Mom trying to get his attention! |
We
lost her during Christmas season. It's a time when the world is prayerful and
celebrates Jesus' birth.
She loved Christmas
as she loved the blessed mother and prayed to various saints. For our family,
it will forever hold a spiritual meaning as the time she rejoined my dad, her parents,
and siblings at the Gates of heaven. A new life without burdens of pain or
sorrow. She’s free again.
Like to thank
Father Ronagan who is presiding to day and also said my dad’s funeral mass 5
short years ago and the entire St. Ann’s family.
Let
me close with this story illustrating mom’s feisty spirit and desire to love
and be loved - more often than not since we were young boys up until this past
week my mom would always say to my brothers and I as we prepared to leave her
home - in her characteristically blunt and occasionally unsettling way - "kiss your mother it goodbye, it may
be the last time you see me."
Shaking our heads, we always obliged, never believing it was true,
always returning to hear it again. Sadly, this past week mom, that day has finally
come and with a heavy heart we reluctantly obliged. We love you mom.
