Marie Ann Fagan

Portsmouth, RI - Marie Ann Minese Fagan, 62, of 22 Maple Drive, Portsmouth, RI, died Sunday, July 19, 2009 at home surrounded by her family.She was the wife of Thomas A. Fagan, Sr. Born in Fall River, MA on May 3, 1947, she was the daughter of August J. and Jean Hill Minese of Portsmouth, RI.Mrs. Fagan was a secretary for the Portsmouth School Department for 25 years, retiring in 2004. She was a communicant of St. Anthonys Church. Mrs. Fagan was a member of the Catholic Womens Club, was an organizer of the Portsmouth Athletic Boosters Club, she ran the concession stand for the Portsmouth Little League and Portsmouth High School. She served as secretary and treasurer of the Portsmouth Soccer Club and helped the travel team raise funds to travel to Germany and Sweden. Mrs. Fagan was an avid gardener and enjoyed spending time with her grandchildren. Besides her husband of 43 years and her parents, she is survived by her son Thomas A. Fagan, Jr. and his wife Stephanie of Middletown, RI, her daughter Lisa Marie Fagan of Portsmouth, RI, her brothers Ronald Minese, Michael Minese, David Minese and Gerald Minese all of Portsmouth, RI, her sister Michelle Medeiros of Little Compton, RI, and three grandchildren, Kayla Marie Fagan of Portsmouth, RI, and Jacob Fagan and Tyler Fagan all of Middletown, RI Her funeral will be held on Thursday, July 23, 2009, at 9:00 am from the Connors Funeral Home, 55 West Main Road, Portsmouth, with a Mass of Christian Burial at 10:00 am in St. Anthonys Church, 2836 East Main Road, Portsmouth.Burial will be in Newport Memorial Park in Middletown.Calling hours will be held on Wednesday, July 22, 2009, from 2-4 and 7-9 in the funeral home. In lieu of flowers, donations in her memory may be made to the Leukemia Society, RI Chapter, 1150 Pontiac Avenue, Cranston, RI 02920.I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the 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 and 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 at my side 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.