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A Mass of Christian Burial
for
Amelia Frances Weiksnar Caruso
January 20,1989 - December 26, 2009
St. Irene Church
Carlisle, Massachusetts
December 31, 2009
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Ministers of the Liturgy
| Presiding: | Reverend William "Jud" Weiksnar
| | Pallbearers: | Tony Caruso
Tony Iacobucci
Ryan Lawson
Harry Mann
Andrew St. Amour
John Joseph Weiksnar
| | Placing the Pall: | Family and Friends
| | Lectors |
| | 1st Reading: | Christine DeBruzzi
| | 2nd Reading: | Beth & Greg Pinto
| | Prayers of the Faithful |
| | Presenting the Gifts: | Alicia Deschenes
Mary Gray
| | Reflections: |
Maria Gervais
Philip J. W. Caruso
Evelyn M. W. Caruso
Melissa M. Weiksnar
| | Cantor: | Denise Glennon
| | Organist: | Paul Cox
| | Chorus: | St. Irene Church Choir
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Following the interment, Amy's family invites you
to join them for a reception at the:
Colonial Inn
Monument Square
Concord Center | |
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Order of Worship
Opening Rite
| Entrance Song | Here I am, Lord
| | Blessing with Holy Water |
| | Placing of the Baptismal Pall |
| Liturgy of the Word
| First Reading | Proverbs 31
| | Responsorial Psalm | Psalm 23 -
Shepherd Me, O God
| | Second Reading | Revelation 21
| | Gospel Reading | John 20
| | Homily | Jud
| | Prayers of the Faithful |
| Liturgy of the Eucharist
| Presentation of the Gifts | Litany of the Saints
| | The Eucharistic Prayer |
| | Communion Song | Be Not Afraid
| | Meditation | Pie Jesu (Andrew Lloyd Webber)
| | Personal Reflections |
Maria
Evelyn
Phil
Melissa
| | Song of Farewell | May the Choirs of Angels
| | Recessional Hymn | Prayer of St. Francis
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Gone From My Sight
by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the
moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length,
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says,
"There, she is gone" Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living
freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says,
"There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
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