Mary Theresa Shields
Shields, Mary Theresa (Keane) on December 5, 2012, of Quincy, formerly of Milton mother of three children Mary Paula, Diane and Dennis, grandmother of Eric and Ian Shields, loving wife of the late Francis Bennet Shields lived a long and full life. She was always an advocate for God and caring for others. She loved life, dressed impeccably, celebrated her heritage, and loved a good Manhattan while discussing politics. Mostly she cared for those she loved focusing on them often to the exclusion of herself. She had several careers in her life time from the early years as a Legal Secretary to her true love as a real estate appraiser. She loved real estate , assessing value and doing what was right no matter how difficult. Mary Theresa was well respected in her profession, travelled frequently, and enjoyed her years of retirement. Her zest for life, sharp mind, quick wit, and sage advice (lectures to loved ones) will be sorely missed. Her courage in adversity and her perseverance have been rarely equaled in this world. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Tuesday, December 11 at 11:00 in Sacred Heart Church, 386 Hancock St. Quincy. Relatives and friends invited. Visitation in the Dolan Funeral Home, 1140 Washington St. DORCHESTER LOWER MILLS, on Sunday 2-4 and Monday 4-8 PM. Interment Center Cemetery, Hanover. If desired memorial contributions in Mary Theresa’s memory may be made to the American Lung Association of New England, 460 Totten Pond, #400, Waltham, MA 02451.
Guestbook Entries
Dennis, Renee, Eric, Trish, and Ian ….
Please find comfort knowing that the thoughts and prayers of your friends are with you as you begin this grieving and healing process. Sorry we are not able to be there to support you in person, but all the same we are thinking about you and sending you our love…to all of you and your sisters, too, Dennis.
I have the poem below on my desk at work. Perhaps you have seen it. It always reminds me that even though someone’s body is gone, they are still very present in the simple everyday things of life….things they taught us, and the memories that we cherish.
Love you all….see you when you get back….
I AM NOT HERE
Don’t stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning, hush.
For I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die. – Hopi Grief Song/Prayer