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February 18, 1946 - January 6, 2003
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In Memoriam
MARIE FARRELL BILLINGS February
18, 1946 - January 6, 2003
St. Joseph Basilica, Alameda, California January 11, 2003
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MARIE FARRELL BILLINGS LOVINGLY REMEMBERED
During
a life suddenly, unexpectedly, and tragically cut short by a massive brain hemorrhage, Marie overcame myriad horrendous physical
and psychological difficulties and, in the end, was rewarded with a happy death.
She fought breast cancer six years
ago and won. She finally found successful treatment for disfiguring acne which had plagued her since her early teens. She
underwent repeated surgeries for excruciatingly painful foot problems resulting from genetic anomalies and childhood polio.
She mastered the ravages of bipolar manic-depressive disorder with the aid of modern therapy and medications. And five years
ago, she utterly conquered the demon of alcoholism, the result of earlier unsuccessful attempts to self-medicate her pain.
She
even surmounted angst of undeserved guilt and shame, the legacy of early unfortunate and uncompassionate indoctrination. She
rejoiced in the Catholic Church as a humane community, and her abiding faith in the Almighty was intact. Having resumed taking
communion regularly, on her last day, she received the final sacrament.
Raised in Hillsborough and holder of a Masters
Degree in Educational Administration, Marie taught first grade in San Diego before returning to San Francisco to work with
her family in Waters Equipment Co.
In recent years she was a docent for Alameda Museum and a member of St. Joseph's
Choir and Garden Club. She also revived a life-long love and talent for painting, and enjoyed seeing her work on public exhibition.
Marie
is survived, and sorely missed, by Tom, her loving husband of 21 years, by step-children Bridget and Bruce, by siblings Richard,
Christine, Anita, Antoinette, and Dotty and by five cats and an iguana she rescued and nurtured - Tom, Blue, Shadow, Ally,
Doodette, and "Iggy."
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Memorial Service for
MARIE FARRELL BILLINGS
Co-Celebrants:
Fr. Patrick Crowley, SS.CC. and Fr. Stephen Muth
Order of Service
"Prelude and Fugue in E flat Major - St. Anne" (Johann
Sebastian Bach) - David Howitt, Organ
"In My Father's House Are Many Mansions" - Eric Bertelsen
Introit: "Drop,
Drop Slow Tears" - (Orlando Gibbons) Basilica Choir
Welcome - Patrick Gange
Processional: "A Mighty Fortress
is Our God" (Martin Luther) - Congregation
Invocation: Fr. Muth
First Reading: "Genesis" 2:18-23
- August Reader III
Responsorial: "Shepherd Me O God" - Claudia Spencer
Second Reading: "Romans" 6:3-11 - Patrick
Gange
Gospel Acclamation: "Celtic Alleluia" - Claudia Spencer
Gospel: "John" 15:9-17 - Fr. Muth
Homily
- Fr. Muth
Intercessionary Prayers - Fr. Muth
Responses - Claudia Spencer
Preparation of the Gifts:
"Simple Gifts" Audrey Howitt
Memorial Acclamations: - (David Howitt) - Alex Ramos
"Lamb of God" - (David
Howitt) - Alex Ramos
Communion: "Lacrymosa" - (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart) Basilica Choir
Reflections:
Fr.
Crowley (for the St. Joseph Community) Dorothy Billings (Marie's sister-in-law) Bridget Bilinski (Marie's step-daughter) Roger
Farrell (Marie's uncle and God-father) Susan Schonberg (one of Marie's most special friends)
"Farewell of the Bereaved"
- (David Haas) - Basilica Choir
Dismissal - Fr. Muth
"Siahamba" - (Zulu Folk Hymn) - Basilica Choir
Recessional:
- "Take the Word of God with You as You Go" Carina Kowalewski
Postlude: - "Marche en Rondeau" (Marc-Antoine Charpentier) David
Howitt, Organ
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FAREWELL OF THE BEREAVED
Softly and gently dear departed
soul, in our sad memories we do enfold you; and through the coming ages as they roll, our broken hearts will now
forever hold you.
In our deep grief we sadly let you go, while you make not a sound nor give resistance. Your
final journey, which we all will know, now takes you further into the dim distance.
Angels to whom the welcome charge
is giv'n shall nurture you where now you briefly linger. Our pray'rs upon the earth, like those in heav'n, shall
speed you home again unto your Maker.
Farewell, but not for long departed friend. Wait patiently for us and do not
sorrow. Our time apart shall very quickly end, for we will come and join you on the morrow.
Text: Thomas
Billings (copyright 2001) Setting: David Haas
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A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR
GOD
A mighty fortress is our God, Our refuge and redeemer. Through Him alone are good things wrought, And
for us all our savior. In times of stress and need, He is our strength indeed. His love our comfort sure. Through
Him our souls secure. Above all things he reigneth.
Text: Thomas Billings (copyright 2003) Setting: Martin
Luther
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WELCOME
Good Morning. Welcome to St. Joseph.
We
are gathered here this morning to acknowledge the untimely death of our dear departed friend, Marie Billings, to celebrate
the life she shared with us, and to give comfort to one another in this time of loss.
As we grieve this morning, let
us be clear that the loss we grieve for is our own loss of Marie's fellowship and not her loss of this often painful earthly
life. We are confident that she is now in a far better place than she ever enjoyed during her all too brief 56 years here
with us. Truly, she was rewarded with a happy death.
Generous to a fault, Marie was a great help to all of her friends.
I personally owe her a debt of gratitude that is larger than mere words can possibly describe. I may even owe my life to her.
We
have already missed her. We miss her now. We will continue to miss her forever.
Let us stand now and greet those who
are around us.
And now, let us join in singing our opening song, "A Mighty Fortress is Our God." You know the music,
and the special words written for today are in your hands.
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REFLECTIONS OF
DOROTHY BILLINGS
When Marie joined out family, she showed great interest in all of us. She looked at family pictures
and listened enthusiastically to your stories. She always wanted to understand us. I saw that she was a very good listener,
not just with us but with everyone she met. She was especially attentive to those with special needs, and I often thought
that she was a very good counselor. I was glad that my brother had such a great companion for this many diverse activities,
and we will all miss her greatly.
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REFLECTIONS OF BRIDGET BILINSKI
I want to say
a few words about Marie, my step-mother for more that 20 years. But before I do, my father has asked me to say a few words
on his behalf.
Thank you, all of you, for being here today, for your kind thoughts, your supportive words, and your
many generously helpful acts.
As most of you know, Poppa regularly lectors, cantors, and sings in the choir here, and
the memorial brick he shares with Marie in the gathering space proclaims "Sing with Joy."
Usually very composed in
the face of chaos, he would have liked to sing for Marie this morning but in his grief he could not manage to do that and
hopes you will understand.
In the 20 years of their marriage, there were only three things about which Marie and Poppa
regularly disagreed. She was right about one of them and utterly wrong about the other two.
Although Marie was 15 years
Poppa's junior and he worried constantly about how she would be cared for after his death, Marie had a premonition that she
might very well go first, and it turned out she was unexpectedly right about that.
Try as he might to reassure her
that she had real artistic talent, Marie could never quite bring herself to believe it. The sampling of her works displayed
her today evidences how wrong she was on that score. A reproduction of her "Parrot Man" adorns the back of your memorial folder.
My personal favorite is "The Elephant." Two of her works that are especially intriguing to me are "Cat-Snake" and "The Lady
and the Mirror."
And she had a hard time truly believing that she was loved and even expressed the wish that there
be no memorial service for her because she doubted that anyone would come. Your presence here this morning is absolute testament
to how very wrong, indeed, she was about that.
Although it was untimely, Marie died a happy death. In recent years,
she had finally made peace with herself about who she was, and who she was becoming, and she had enjoyed a level of comfort
far higher than ever before about herself, her life, and her eternity.
Thank you, all of you, for everything you have
done to help Marie along her way that enabled her, finally, to experience that happy death.
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LETTER FROM SUSAN SCHONBERG
Dear Marie,
I’m sorry I never took the time to tell you in person what I’m going
to tell you in this letter. I’m sorry you had to die first before I realized how important it is to appreciate someone fully
in life. But if you can hear me at all, I want you to know why it is I felt privileged to call you a friend.
I liked
so many things about you. It’s important for me to say that, because I don’t dislike many people I know, but I don’t really
like very many either… and I really liked you. Not just the good things that everyone surely saw, but all the little things
that made you unique and special. You’ll probably roll your eyes wherever you are as I write this, because I know you weren’t
much for formalities, but I’m going to put it all down on paper anyway. I hope you won’t mind too much.
I liked the
way you didn’t care whether or not your coat was covered in cat hair. I used to think it was funny that you wouldn’t take
the two minutes it required to remove the fur from your coat, but then one day I realized that it wasn’t important to you.
You knew that appearances didn’t matter, and rescuing abused animals was, and so you spent your time giving love to all your
critters, and not in worrying about how you looked. And I liked that about you.
I liked the way you would call me
up, apologizing for missing lunch with me. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, you’d have Tom tell me at practice how sorry
you were you missed it. All the while I was laughing, knowing quite well what you apparently didn’t know—that our lunch together
was the next day, or the next week, or some point in the future, and that you hadn’t missed it at all. You never wrote anything
down. But that’s ok. I liked that about you.
I liked the way you once kissed me on the cheek during the sharing of
peace at mass, and then apologized for it afterward, thinking you might have offended me somehow. I didn’t need an apology.
I thought it was wonderful that someone would do something like that because it reminded me of the years I lived in Argentina
where everyone kissed everyone else on the cheek. When I told you that, you told me you had grown accustomed to kissing others
during the time you spent in AA, and that you had to stop yourself from kissing others all the time. Most people were uncomfortable
with it, you said. I wasn’t, and neither were you. I liked that about you.
I liked the way you listened to me talk.
A lot of people act like they are listening, but they really don’t. You listened with 110% of your attention, making me
feel as though every word I said was a precious gift to you. You always asked so many questions—good questions—as if you
truly cared about the answers. And I guess you did care, because you remembered trivial things about me all the time; things
I thought I was crazy to tell you because they were so unimportant, but you remembered them all the same. I liked that about
you, and I’m sorry I never returned the gift to the same degree.
I liked the way you could never go to mass without
huge bags full of stuff. I don’t know what was in those bags. I’m not sure you knew either, but whatever they held must
have been important, because you always brought them. I teased you once about being the proverbial bag lady, and you held
up those bags and shook them, telling me that “this” was who you were.
I pointed to your music binder, all disorganized
and leaking sheet music like water through a sieve, and reminded you that the binder was you, too. You laughed, agreeing with
me completely. Then you told me I could take it or leave it, and I gave you a big hug and told you I’d take it, because I
liked you exactly the way you were. I liked the way you sang slightly off-key in choir when you didn’t know the music.
I liked the way you laughed at all my jokes, even the really stupid ones. And I liked the way you were willing to laugh with
me during both choir rehearsal and mass, earning the scorn of some, but winning me over because unlike so many others, you
knew the value of laughter. My heart was always lighter after a few hours sitting next to you. And I liked that about you.
I
liked that you had a hard time finishing a painting. I remember asking you why you wouldn’t put up The Parrot Man for sale,
because I thought it was really good and that you could make some money from it. You told me that you couldn’t, because it
was the only one you had finished. I have a hard time finishing projects, too. I have two handfuls of partial manuscripts
stuck in my computer, and I doubt I’ll ever finish any of them. I could relate to you artistically, and I liked that about
you.
Finally, I liked that you had to struggle with addiction in your life; not because I wanted you to suffer—I’d
never want that--but because it gave us something else we had in common. I knew something of what you’d been through, and
you knew something of what I’d been through, and that was a special bond we had that a lot of people will never understand.
And I liked that about you, too.
Thank you, Marie. Thank you for all you ever did for me; for being my friend, for
inspiring me, for laughing with me. Thank you for being you.
May you rest in peace, knowing you made a difference
in this world, at least to me.
Your loving friend,
Susan
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With heartfelt thanks to all of Marie's friends whose
floral arrangements brought color, cheer and love to her memorial service:
Bridget and Kaz Bilinski Christine,
Rich & Annie Catenzaro Lynn Holt and Patrick Gange Blanche and John Kammer Jessica Miller Fr. Stephen Muth St.
Joseph Garden Club Tom, Blue, Shadow, Alley, Doodette, and Iggy Robert, Janice and Odette Dotty Billings Richard
Richman and Deborah Toschi Steve Joyce and the Marriott OFS Team Las Vegas Courtyards The Arizona Courtyard Shannon
and Staff Scott Blaul and Staff of The Palm Desert Residence Inn John Kaufman and The Marriott Western Regional Team Jan
and Brent
On Marie's behalf, sincere thanks to all of her friends who made memorial gifts in her name to:
East
Bay Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, Alameda Animal Shelter, Alameda County Community Food Bank Alameda
Meals on Wheels, Alameda Midway Shelter, Alameda Museum, St. Joseph Basilica, VNA & Hospice Foundation
Alameda
Civic Light Opera Board of Directors Celene Davis Skylar Jackson Lawrence and Flora Larson Jo Leitz Liana Matlock Lillian
Molzan and George Musso Sylvia Neham Martin Petersen and the Amazeware Staff Uta and Chester Plomgren Susan Reardon Pilar
Reyes Joe Rothman Rob and Kelsey Rothrock Tom Stevens and Nick Clear Wanda Thatcher Altarena Theatre Board
of Directors Susan Aldrich Alice and Bernard Chalip Doris Neuberger Robin and Bobby Truong Dorothy Karvasales Louis
Batmale Bea and Bud Feiman Allison Statz Staff of The Costa Mesa Residence Inn Marriott Corporation Santa Ana
Staff Staff of The Camelback Courtyard The Extended Marriott Family - Steve Dawe, Greg Lattin, Suzann Rogers, Noemi
Sepulveda, Mary Gleason, Deborah Smith, and Stacy Talbot Jeanne Gallagher Judith Lynch Susan Schonberg Cathy
and Noel Folsom
And special thanks to those friends who arranged for Masses and Prayers on Marie's behalf:
Joanne
Harnett Jacqui Hendron Clara and Jack Peralta Francis and Maria Rueca
Marie's Memorial Service was attended
by almost 200 of her friends and colleagues, many of whom signed their names in her Memorial Book. Most of those names are
listed here, but it's clear not everybody signed, and in some cases the signatures could not be read. We regret any and all
errors and omissions from this list. Additions and corrections would be most welcome. Please e-mail: herself@marie-billings.com
or call Tom Billings at 510-769-2000. Thank you.
Debra Albright Susan Aldrich Craig Andrews Laura Bajuk Terry
Batmale Wayne Batmale Eric Bertelsen Don Bialik Bridget Bilinski Kaz Bilinski Bruce Billings Dotty Billings Tom
Billings Marie Bowers Joanne Brennan Ned Brody Toni Brody Cathy Carlson Greg Carlson Lucy Carlson Rick
Carlson Maureen Carroll Ester Cate Annie Catenzaro Christine Catenzaro Richard Catenzaro Carol Chacon Fred
Chacon Alice Chalip Jovita Chiron Nick Clear Diane Coler-Dark Fr. Patrick Crowley Celene Davis Eunice
de Leon Jimmy de Leon Karen de Robinson Robbie Dileo Tony DiSimone Tom Donato Rose Egbuonu Anita Elfving Deirdre
Farrell Joshua Farrell Mary Farrell Rick Farrell Roger Farrell Tom Farris Dick Fletcher Gerry Flood Tony
Flood Cathy Folsom Noel Folsom Anne Marie Fourre Lois Frances Jeanne Gallagher Patrick Gange Gregory
Gener Linda Gener Nancy Gill Kaye Griffin Joanne Harnett Dottie Hansen Adele Harris Betty Jo Heath Carl
Heller Jacqui Hendron Nitza Henig Lynn Holt Audrey Howitt David Howitt Manuel Jasso Blanche Kammer John
Kammer Geogiana Keeler Jack Keeler Deanie Kenyon Richard Knight Richard Kolberg Carina Kowalewski Steve
Kowalewski Ginny Krutilek Don Landers Flora Larson Jo Leitz Diane Leka Mary Levy Chia Long Kitty
Long Joan Lynch Judith Lynch John Maio Mary Ann Maloney Mike Maloney Thom Mantooth Pat Marr Marie
Mason David McGaffey Elizabeth McGaffey Bob McPaul Vonnie Merrigan Diana Moore Bert Morgan Pat Morgan Rod
Murray Fr. Stephen Muth Susan Naclerio Sylvia Neham Joanne Nelson Doris Neuberger Dorinda Nyland Debra
O'Farrell Betty O'Neill Connie Orr Cathy Peinado Clara Peralta Chester Plomgren Jutta Plomgren Barbie
Ryan Poole Patrick Powell Carole Prette Alex Ramos Henry Ramos August Reader Lilia Reffith Pilar Reyes Richard
Richman Sally Risling Peggy Ritchie Deborah Robbins Kelsey Rothrock Rob Rothrock Francis Rueca Marie
Rueca Barbara Ryan Don Ryan Donna Ryan Laura Ryan Mike Ryan Patty Ryan Richard Ryan Walter Schlueter Nicholas
Sammartino Ron Santes Shiela Santes Betty Saunders Susan Schonberg Marlene Shawn Denise Shelton Margy
Silver Virgil Silver Joe Sinner Melanie Sinner Darlene Skiles Frank Skiles Marge Smith Phil Smith Bridget
Snyder Caitlen Sorenson Claudia Spencer Sue Spiersch Beverly Splan Tom Stevens Cath Sullivan Bertha Swedio Audrey
Tarver Wanda Thatcher Eugenie Thomson Deborah Toschi Bobby Truong Robin Ryan Truong Denise Arocha Varga Dennis
P. Velew Archie Waterberry Natalie Zorovic
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