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John O'Bine posted a condolence
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
...another picture of Memories,
Totally you, much reminded of before,
And before that,
The initiation of same,
As no one really leaves,
Right Dad?...
...so much more!
Yes, our Dad and Mom,
You are.
Forever,
There were and are,
these days now.
What we now elect to recall,
But too much,
Though no fears have I,
Some I and we may,
Never recall,
Through memories
and times,
Of each,
Hopefully remain the,
Happy One's.
There's a choice we each make,
Come from (and or recall)
The Dreams or the Fears,
All make us our lives
And choices of tears.
Are we: "Caring-Sharing-is Love
For living & Giving
For Happiness & Peace
Of Mind" says, Mom...
(as if to ask)
Or are we somehow thinking we are (or will become) more content to avoid and or evade, even supplant, at (seemingly) every turn,
That which is: Dream or Fear. Though maybe even that which was born of dreams became about fate, acceptance and growth? Ever to wonder at least, minimally?
Within all of our expectancy's will we ever achieve what we demand?
Maybe it's time to not try to manipulate?
...what was fine from the start.
As we continue to utilize Mom and Dad's,
kindness of heart?
So many ways to stay true.
As each their own will do.
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We each find our own.
Or can.
When and if our heart's stay true.
Is when whatever way something begins
Will become about what's positive.
This to take away and grow.
Share, run with.
And dare again to dream.
Mom and Dad did this.
We may be learning how still
To trust. Though rust can occur.
They (and us) can endure.
...and I'd venture to say,
That this is how we can be.
Our "One and only You"
...to each their own.
No power list by admitting fault and being able to grow
Together still.
How else?
Avoidance of conflict will not.
Blame none or one can gift
One's power away,
Manipulate oneself into falsehoods.
Mom and Dad, you continued to ask
And be curious about anything. Everything.
With truth your abiding friend.
...but for truth I will not try.
You taught me well.
With God you now stay,
To enjoy what came of it all.
What for all we know was
Always your hopes and dreams.
As we each now try to make
Sense of our own lives.
Our own trust in what is and was
Becomes revealed.
In God's time.
More than my own expectations -
Of what I deserve.
Hopefully all the while,
My / Our best will also be done,
To serve.
God help us recognize what is,
Was, and forever will be.
As each of our lives unfold.
If it's my best, may it be like with each of you,
Mom and Dad,
Always enough.
Whether it's "we" or singularly.
...that no inkling of harassment
Will be perceived,
If my best is still involved.
It can always be
Or be becoming,
Till your righteousness is perceived God.
This one expectation (also) have I.
...just the truth is sought for thee.
So yes, I'm again remembering you Mom and Dad.
Today.
Not so simple we're your lessons as it is turning out
So much you said.
But not necessarily with words.
With appreciation and acceptance again,
I acknowledge you and your lives.
Your strength, character and kindness.
Most of all, your undying care and love.
Unending as it was.
And still remains.
Yet you knew much more.
So much you each elected,
To not say.
And no favorites,
No forever silence thought necessary,
Along the way.
Imperfect we would always be.
And yet growing,
You each as my/our "Mom and Dad"
Still keeps me content
Especially as this world keeps revealing so many other choices that other's are making.
Being as a family even.
Announcing to me upon my return from a couple weeks with a friend, that "humongous" may not be a word.
I got over so much.
As you kept it all real for me Mom and Dad.
What one or a thousand pictures may never reveal.
...as this ride called "Living" continues now still,
for each of us left on earth.
As I am now left to seek out -
what to trust.
Though sometimes I might feel alone.
Then to recall each of you.
What was and remains still,
Mom and Dad.
We grew on each other ,
In a great way, right?
No toleration, no manipulation felt.
Little resistance or held to expectation.
As we matured together.
...we're allowed to.
As God's presence became felt.
He was always there (I'm now guessing,
Mom and Dad?! : )
Whether it's now our memories
Or what the present and future holds,
You gifted me so much!
Come to think of it.
,
You gifted me an ability to notice the light,
...that storms have a purpose and an ending.
If only love remains present.
...God's gifts remain noticeable.
It was never just about my expectations.
Being met or unmet.
Was it Mom and Dad?
But so much more. Like about keeping "the Light on"
Even when darkness may be all that is vidible"
All I can see.
Pictures, like these pictures, are composed of "silver salts"
Or at least they used to be, I've heard
And we're all composed of star matter.
So it makes sense to me that 'light", that wich is seen as positive, no matter what, is a prevailing necessity.
There was your family, a dinner together daily, your camera and your friends, maybe enjoyed in a game of golf, right Dad?!
Mom, there was yesterday's thought of another. Maybe not so fortunate. And so many "today's" where few would ever know how little you really concerned yourself with "Betty" alone. :)
...and Sunday there was church.
We now share, each in our own ways
Whatever truth is within,
Hopefully we all can share together.
Without fear of reprisals.
However bold.
A family still seeking whatever we wish.
No closet full of skeleton's to reveal.
What is and was may not be as great as it appears in the pictures but there is something good to be said about
"Being as if" right?
...within our family maybe: "being as if there will always be each other's "light" to share.
To still function through. No matter what.
Knowing that at a minimal, even though such as silver salts and star matter exist to serve us, God is there for each of us
As it became apparent that He stayed with and within Mom and Dad
I'll bet that there isn't any grudge nor bad memory now able to be recalled where you now are right Mom and Dad?
And we have such pictures as these.
Your hearts as well.
...what no words or pictures might ever be able to recall!
How can I thank you enough.
Please wish God my best too. And have a great time in paradise. Where there must be "a picture every minute" but no one feels the need to take one right? :)
You lived, you loved and you so mattered Mom and Dad!
Nice to visit with you and God, my family too here on earth, again.
Take Good Care of yourselves.
Whatever this might means wherever you now are,! :)
Love Always,
John
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John O'Bine Posted Dec 2, 2022 at 9:44 PM
Yes, Darkness or Lightness.
We each experience both obviously.
I guess it's about what we elect to prevail,
Like with and between Mom and Dad,
That helps one make more of the same.
Each of us have a choice of what prevails,
"Winning" then may be self prophesied,
Does anyone agree with me,
I can decide for everyone to win!
That own expectations may not happen.
I want to keep my family
Not quite them.
Never do I wish to feel,
So much more important,
That my unmet expectation,
Meant this much!
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Fellow "Knee Slapper" son: John lit a candle
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
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Some Memories Saved
Was This The Reason?
This "Here and Now"
I just thought to add some "held on to"
Memories of you too -- today Dad!
To share again some memories had.
And here's a recent picture taken
To share as well,
Then too,
Thought of each of you
As I (then) ate,
A bag of potato "chips"...
On a bench
Near a fountain,
So many memories now,
Of both you and Mom.
Hard to even recall,
Anything that wasn't bright.
Even if tarnished now,
Like so many of the things,
That once took flight!
They always will.
Now here to recall
A few more still!...
Everything still appears
To "Spring
Eternal"
This day, as I was recalling,
A certain heart shaped chip appeared!
What was this?
(Only once or twice had I found a heart,
In the shape of a chip!)
What to do?
So I captured this, too.
And so now,
Here you have it,
Something for Mom as well.
You both loved flowers so much
This "gentle touch".
Let our family represent the rest,
In harmony,
If and when not only
No one lonely.
...I trust that you are both
Still meeting new friends there?
Where you hearts and souls now are?
Where these have taken you.
Can I ship these remains to you?
Or indeed, were they meant for this picture?
To now be shared,
To exhibit just some of the many things,
So much we cared!
...there's the tie clasp golf club,
I would borrow while in Grammer school.
OMG, A "Top Flight" golf ball
Believed to be your last Dad,
Found in a dish on your dresser,
No, not while in sschool.
How many thousands did you hit Dad?
Even a few "holes in one",
With golf as well,
Your best was done.
How did you untypically, typically come
In first or second place -
within your tournament class Dad?
There's your handicap allowed but,
What I mean to ask:
"How did you exceed so much"?
We all knew,
and it was confirmed at your mass,
That you never cheated,
Now, this too I'll pass...
There's the 25 year tie clasp,
From Kodak as well,
Well two actually,
So proud you deserved to be.
But 38 years in all.
You'd never tell --
Until your retirement party.
What I had to miss.
Darn it.
And there's the time, the hours be,
That you volunteered,
Your faculties.
So many times you each volunteered,
But here lies some testimony.
A rare picture of me and Deb,
On a course with you Dad,
Yes so many memories had.
So much to acclaim,
To (also) celebrate now,
So much to be glad.
...four!!?
...our dear Dad!
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FOREVER TALL
Mom and Dad,
You began like Acorns...
Ever on purpose,
Seperate and Together
You held to your faith,
Your visions,
Ever formulated,
Ever congealing.
You each held onto
Your Beliefs,
What you both
Could and would create,
With God's help.
Growth over grudge,
And we all noticed,
More today, than ever,
With love.
Like silent heroes too.
Rising ever further.
Your desired futures
Has now become,
Your greatest reality.
Victims unnecessary.
No blame nor grudge,
No Need.
And no shame
You must have
both believed.
Many pathways
Were necessary to take
To achieve such,
Steadfast growth.
So many heroic initiations.
Ever growing upwards,
To your ever greater selves.
This, the heroic "acorn's" journey.
To become ever tall.
Formidable, not small.
Each of us are now
Reaching too,
Ever higher,
To be again with you,
Each from and too
The same strong heart.
The same strong start.
Mom and Dad,
You both did your
Very best,
Each conflict exceeded
No lasting "misery index"
Though struggles many.
Much appreciation,
Acceptance, too.
Hopefully, none of us
Ever give up on another,
That we each
Continually decree,
Each continually return
To our family.
What each of your visions,
Strong acorns, under God all
Will also "Spring eternal"
Grew so tall.
Follow your heroic leads,
Mom and Dad,
Forever all!
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You were true blue,
You and Dad kept
Your promises too -
And I'll be so blue,
Without you Mom.
Love To You,
And missing you,
Always,
John
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Mom and Dad ...
(Two Stars, Now in Heaven)
You were what your
Heart and Soul foretold.
Your Curiosity and Love,
Ever increasing.
Will now never grow old.
Both of you, wonder's to behold.
So appreciative are we
For the Kindness, the Safety
From childhood.
...a house with no keys.
Love back now to you,
Mom and Dad,
Rest In Peace --
In God's good Care.
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The Solemn Rings,
The Solid "Gifts"...
This was my Dad's ring
Worn for 60 + years.
Promises were made,
And kept, and now their
Time on earth, tested,
And won.
Many heart filled moments.
Some harder,
Some easier,
As faith their promises made,
Prevailed.
Within this presence of mind,
Their time on earth passed,
...Acceptance prevailed
Now made evergreen.
This major most expectation
Now fulfilled. I believe.
63 years of testimony now.
Their Love of God, family,
Of Truth and the Golden Rule,
All this thrived
And they remained humble.
Betty and Ray's time,
Had an underlying destination.
One that's now clear to me.
...to become with the One.
This, their design,
Once begun, in 1937!
Now made perfect.
I hope to now notice for all.
Now? Now they are forever,
Part of "God's Kingdom"
Children all.
All testing, trials, now done.
Transcendence achieved.
I do believe.
A direct result of their faith
Now precluded.
Thry are now resting with God.
Other families,
Please, take heart.
Though no specifics now shared.
Perfection wasn't a requirement,
Nothing impossible in fact.
Amongst my parents.
Mainly, they had faith and
They cared. About everything,
Everyone.
Everyone was "their people".
They were the "salt of the earth" types,
My Mom and Dad.
It was with their faith,
And God's grace,
Their Godly grief,
That lead to and produced,
Their solace, repentance.
Which lead to their Salvation.
With the Almighty Father.
I believe.
Their cultivated, nurtured faith,
Grew.
My Dad converted for my Mom,
For himself. Many don't.
Now, at total peace.
A just reward,
For being just.
Their "Forever Home" now earned.
I've written some letters recently,
Contemplated for hours on end,
Stirred on by other's thoughts.
To: what in fact kept Mom and Dad
Together? For so long!
I was driven for answers,
Set to uncover their truth.
Positivity won,
Thank God,
BOTH LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY,
Mostly?
SPIRITUALLY,
UNIVERSALLY.
These conclusions now written,
Shared with all,
Who happen to read this.
...about my parents.
Once amongst us
Now forever to be deeply missed.
Their time and promises,
Their kind spirits,
Now timeless.
Kept in rewards.
I'm heartened by this.
Their "unsimple" salvation,
Now achieved.
Through their obedience
This gift of gifts,
They've now received --
With dignity.
All sins forgiven.
Along the way. (Acts 2:38)
Thank You Mom and Dad
For your now timeless love
and examples of imperfection
Now Perfected.
God's righteousness believed in,,
Now, no doubt, received.
Your Loving Family
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Jackmoran@empireaccess.net posted a condolence
Friday, April 17, 2020
Our condolences to entire family.
Jack and Ann Moran
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Dianne Heintz posted a condolence
Monday, April 13, 2020
Dan and family......it sounds like your Mom was one very special lady....may your beautiful memories carry you and your family in the days ahead. Dianne Heintz
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John O'Bine lit a candle
Friday, April 10, 2020
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Dear Forever Beloved Mom:
You became my Mom in 1953 and we became such good friends :).
A fellow artist, poet and lover of all things living. After this, Mom, your faith was so evident to me. Your intuition was one of God's many gifts to you. Your curiosity, constant vigilance of all things family, strong, often silent: love and benevolence. These things further enhanced, kind of permeated everything you did.
I learned to think of you as "Benevolent Betty." There was never enough recognition sought or even expected.
Kind of like you were on a secret mission, later I learned that God had something to do with this!
And yes, like us, you too had some faults.
Today I can recall none frankly.
You were an incredible 104 and a half years.
Yes, you loved to work at your "Red Feather Agency", no task too big. Like you were wound up automatically, your typical day ended around 1:00 AM. Maybe with pelican scissors and 5 or more newspaper clippings, each with names ascribed on top, scattered all around you. Soon to be moved down your invisible assembly line, letters and additional hand made art, maybe a poem or three, to the family or untold millions. We never would know but still we knew. So consistently inconsistent were you Mom. I saved several hundred such works of care. Your love and kindnesses showed through -
everywhere. You're how Dad met several "best friends" perhaps while adventuring forth alone or with whomever, on your nightly walk.
And what happened to your favorite pair of pelican scissors? You gave them to one of your favorite people at the club you frequented daily, down the street, for a couple of decades, the day before you were to leave, back to Rochester, N.Y., knowing that you'd most likely not see this person again. What a match maker you were Mom! Several houses on our street changed to specific recommended "hands" because of you. Probably hundreds of thousands of lives were never the same because of you. We never knew who or what. Not even how. We just got to know you as few would. You exemplified your Christian faith Mom. One look at your face at mass to know that you were transported. Countless attendances, priest and nun friends through the decades. Never short for a caring gesture or conversation.
Those many "pelican scissor" clippings would help fashion our lives. Some to get into college, another to become McQuaid's first 8th grader to graduate, a house was discovered for a family member with eased federal financing, etc... This lead to this son's 40 year tenure there. Dan and later with Barbara, would become your caregivers for 13 years.
Did you always have things shine back to you Mom? Well, it appears so though so much unknown. Everyone of your days, Dad's as well, were adventures I think. I don't believe I ever saw either of you in pajamas. Never sick much.
Dad did have 6 days missed during his 38 years at Kodak! Yes, you both lived during a golden age alright. You both worked hard for what was earned. Not much given, unless to pay you back! Such good people. Both my Mom and Dad.
Mom, you went to work but naturally our meals were readied the night before.
Dad was the joke teller, the drinks maker, the gracious, dependable provider,etc., but the house was your domain, as it should be. Near everything got done somehow. You made things happen Mom. And your honesty was so unusual. Even as a kid; I once asked you: "why did brother Dave get 50 cents to clean the bathroom and I only got 25 cents. You explained to me that this was because brother Dave was older and did a better job : )! How could I argue?
So many church projects, a truer friend couldn't be found. And as Dad once told me alone one day: "She's a good woman John". A good person indeed. And now, no doubt in anyone's mind, least of all God's we all believe, that you are "sitting" real pretty Mom. There with God and your favorite Angel's and Saints. Mother Mary as well. These were such a big part of your world. And you know what Mom? You were definitely perfect enough for one human. You as well Mom? Somehow you had to be this incredibly intuitive parent. You caught me doing my worst (later my best :) at every turn it seemed.
Yes, we had our moments, so many right Mom? Later the laughs together came as if from nowhere. Like the Rich and Creamy frosting filled brownie package for only 10 cents more. How could you possibly not want those Mom! :).
My goodness, if I had to rearrange those pictures one more time! (Later on I did both cheerfully and expectantly. No resentments or very few, from after my teen years. It appears that you did your job I guess. We were each raised to think for ourselves, independent as the day is long, tenacious as heck.
And, as my poem about cat's once noted, you're the inspiration Mom: Curiosity Never Killed Any Cat" ...at least as far as I could tell. Not with my forever beloved Mom around! Dad and now you Mom, up with our heavenly father. Lucky you two! And lucky us to have had you as our parents! Please say hi to the "Him" for me. I hope to join you all someday.
Thanks So Much Mom and Dad! For EVERYTHING! So appreciated. Like forever. Your Loving Son, John
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Betty and Ray. ❤️
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Anne Gebhardt Kremer Posted Apr 12, 2020 at 9:01 AM
I have many wonderful memories of our time on Seneca Road and spending many hours at your house. Loved hiding in your father’s dark room and the cool bar in your basement rec room. That’s where I was introduced to Hound Dog.
Wishing you all peace during this difficult time.
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