Our Friend, Our Family, Our Love, Our Girl
Barbara Donohue-Meskell
A true example of dignity, grace, inquisitive nature, and strength, Barbara left this earth and brought more sparkle to the night sky on Sunday, June 21, 2020. Her smile and spirit were infectious to all who had the great privilege of meeting her. Her quiet generosity and abundant love for those around her were inspirational and an undeniable testament to the person she was. Born on July 22, 1958, and raised in Brooklyn, New York, where she attended the prestigious Brooklyn Technical High School, Barbara, with her characteristic hard work and dedication, became a highly successful financial advisor, growing her own advising business. She spent years cultivating a devoted following of clients who loved and trusted her and for whom she would always go above and beyond what was required. For the last 20 years, Barbara has made her home in Port Washington, New York. Barbara’s battle for her health was courageous, fearless, and unshakable. She brought all she learned about health and well being to anyone she loved and anyone in need. Barbara died as she lived, on her own terms, living life to its fullest, filled with love, compassion, empathy and endless curiosity. Barbara leaves behind her loving, adoring and devoted husband Marty, too many friends to count, a large extended family. Barbara dances in heaven today with her beloved father Raymond Donohue, Sr.
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Gone From My Sight
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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,
and I stand and watch her until she hangs
like a speck of white cloud just where the
sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There she goes!"
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 just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, and not in her.
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And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There she goes."
There are other eyes that are watching for her coming:
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
"Here she comes."