Henriette M. Thibault, 84, of Whiting NJ, died Sunday after a brief illness, February 22, 2015 at the home of her daughter, Anne Blake of Gibsonia, PA.
She was born in Fall River, MA, on January 10, 1931, the daughter of Ulric Levesque II and Antoinette Lavoie. On July 3, 1954 she married Rene A. Thibault in Fall River. He preceded her in death on August 22, 1997.
Surviving are eight children: Rachelle Finan (Tom) of New Albany, PA, Marc (Fran Musgrove) of Ponte Verde, FL, Robert of Beverly, NJ, Jeanne Thompson (David) Flinton, PA, Dennis (Debra) of Broomfield, CO, Sr. Suzanne, C.A. of Frenchville, PA, Anne Blake (Russell) of Gibsonia, PA, Margaret Henry of Trooper, PA; her brother, Raymond Levesque of Swansea, MA; seventeen grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren; and a special niece, Madeleine Paul.
She was preceded in death by sons, Rene P. Thibault, infant twins, Joseph and Joseph, and seven siblings.
Henriette was a graduate of ST. Anne Nursing School, Fall River MA. She was a Eucharistic Minister, member of the choir, a part of the parish nursing program at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church in Whiting, NJ. She was a resident of Beverly, NJ for over 35 years and was active in the St. Joseph Catholic Church, in the Altar and Rosary Society, Choir and numerous other activities that her husband, Rene, was involved in, including the Holy Cross H.S. Marching Unit Boosters Assoc. in the 1970’s; a member of the Trenton Diocese, Diocesan Choir for over 25 years. She loved to play the piano, sew and play cards. She also had a special devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary.
Friends will be received from 5-8 p.m. on Thursday and Friday from 9-10 a.m. at Sweeney Funeral Home, 478 Cooper Street, Beverly. Mass of Christian Burial 10:30 a.m. at St. Joseph’s Church, Beverly. Committal St. Paul’s Cemetery, Burlington. In lieu of flowers donations to Bethany Retreat Center, P.O. Box 129, Frenchville, PA 16836.
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Through all of the years,
The laughter and the tears,
Your spirit stayed strong,
Through days gone long.
Though we may have been trying,
I never saw you crying.
Your has time has come now,
How sweet is your rest,
We love you forever,
You were the best.
With love and affection,
You’ll not be forgotten.
Love you, your son.
Robert