Obituary of Helen L. Butters

Helen Louise Butters (95)

November 6,1925 - June 8, 2021

Helen Louise Butters passed peacefully at home surrounded by the love of her family on Tuesday, June 8, 2021. Born in Pensacola, FL on November 6, 1925, she was the only daughter of the late Leola Mae and James Woodie Loper. She enjoyed a full life of 95 years, with grace, humor and always greeted everyone with her beautiful smile.

Helen is survived by many loved ones.

She was the loving mother of her three children, Cheryl Young Vaglienti of Austin, TX, John D. Young and his wife Marcia of Clarksville, TN and Debra L. McNutt and her husband Robert of Billerica, MA.

She cherished her seven grandchildren, Nicole Vaglienti and her husband Clint Surber, Alisha Vaglienti, Kerry Bailey and her husband Brian, Dayna McNutt, John B. Young and his wife Jesse, Makenzie Young and the late beloved Katelyn Young.

She was the proud great grandmother of thirteen, Chelsea Anderson, Rebecca (Vaglienti) Garrand, Jessica Benitez, Levi Surber, Marissa Pineda, Lindsey Vaglienti, Coleman Bailey, Charlotte Bailey, Cadence Bailey, John E. Young, Cheyanne Young, Jorden Young and Jaylen Ethridge.

She was also blessed to be a great great grandmother of eight, Raylen, Leighton, Jared, Mark, Zuleyvi, Noah, Alfredo IV and Mylo.

In lieu of flowers, contributions can be made in Helen's memory to the Lowell Humane Society, 951 Broadway St. Lowell, MA 01854 http://www.lowellhumanesociety.org/donation, the Alzheimer's Association MA chapter, 480 Pleasant St. Watertown, MA 02472 https://alzfdn.org/, or a charity of your choice.

A private interment will be held at a later date.

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the morning 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...

We love you Mom,

You are forever in our hearts.