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Dear Lu and Ray;

Now that I am gone
Please don't cry for me,
Don't be sad or lonely,
Do not mourn for me.
But..remember always
The laughter that we shared,
And the love which binds us always
Because love knows no end.
Remember we will meet again
Here in heaven where there is no pain,
There is only love and happiness.
So, when it's time for you to go;
From your body to be free,
Remember you're not going,
You are coming here to me.
This page features photographs and tributes to my late mother, Gertrude Lombardo, her brother Frank, and sister-in-law Ann. All three of them passed within a thirteen week period. They are terribly missed by me and my son, Ray.
"...sleep in heavenly peace"

On a cold, gray Saturday afternoon in January, my beloved mother passed away. For years she fought Diabetes Mellitus which eventually robbed her of her sight, her hearing, and in the end, all bodily functions. I thought I was prepared for the inevitable, but when it came, I was totally devastated. Not only had I lost my mother, I had lost my best friend. I tried to console myself with the knowledge that she was in heaven with God...her buddy...as she lovingly called Him. But at that moment, I could not. And even now, years later, I'm still struggling with the pain. When I decided to build this website, I thought of her. While on this earth she never experienced the exhiliaration of having her day in the sun. So now, I will give it to her.

My mother was a devout Irish Catholic who didn't just profess her religion, she lived it. She attended Mass every week until she became totally disabled. She prayed the rosary daily. Her house was filled with statues of her favorite Saints, Anthony and Jude. Although she was a quiet lady, she had many passions. She loved to cook, crochet and play bingo. A true humanitarian, her door was always open to her family and friends. She could always be counted on in times of need, and only saw the good in people. That's not to say that she was perfect. She often displayed her Irish stubborness. To her, black was black, white was white..there were no gray areas.

When I decided to become a portrait artist, she immediately became my greatest advocate. Even in the beginning, when my paintings were primitive and unpolished, she saw them as masterpieces. It was she who suggested that I take private lessons. Little did I know that her advice would turn my life around. To this day, I am grateful that she was able to be present to see me gain national recognition. But the highlight of her life was her grandson, Raymond. He was her joy of joys. And in the end, when her world became dark and soundless, she never gave in to bitterness. She continued to give thanks to God for being so blessed. Yes, she was definitely a remarkable lady. Ray and I hope that we've made her proud and that she thoroughly enjoys her day in the sun.

                                      
Here's To You, Mom!  
James ( Frank) Maguire       Ann Maguire
            1919-1995                     1922-1995
On February 25, 1995, my mother's brother Frank, passed away unexpectedly from a massive heart attack just seven weeks after the death of his sister. He was a WWII hero and recipient of The Distinguished Medal of Honor for his heroic achievements. I recall my mother talking about it many times as the years went by. She was so proud of her big brother. But my favorite memory of him goes back to when I was about four-years-old. Every Saturday afternoon we'd giggle over a hot dish of Franco American Spaghetti O's.

Then on April 11, 1995, just six weeks after her husband died, my aunt Ann, passed away from a combination of colon and lung cancer.  She preferred being a homemaker rather than pursuing a career, devoting her time and energy to her family. A highly spirited woman, she loved life and enjoyed it to the fullest.

They are survived by a son, James III and a daughter, Lenore; four grandchildren and, of course, Raymond and myself.
Click here to see a special tribute to them
Gertrude (Maguire) Lombardo
1921 - 1995
song - To Where You Are
sung by
Josh Groban
Note: On September 30, 1967, my mother and uncle lost their younger sister, Irene, to breast cancer. She was 40 years old.
On May 13, 1969, they lost their younger brother, Raymond, to a massive heart attack. He was 46 years old.
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