The premature loss of this lioness will reverberate throughout the remainder of our days in this place. We miss my Mum and my Dad misses his wife more than any words printed here could do justice. Until we meet again Mum, I miss you and I love you!
Judith Ann Capra-Nobrega was born on Monday, July 24th, 1939 in New Bedford, MA to Mary Joseph Capra (Azores) and Joseph Capra (Piedmont, Italy).
Judy was an amazing Mother, Wife, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, In-law and friend. All facets of her life, she was a giver. Always being a loving soul.
She is survived by her husband Richard Nobrega of New Bedford, MA and her two daughters, Kathy Nobrega and Lisa Nobrega who reside in Florida. She is also survived by her brother Joseph Capra. She was also a loving sister to her brother John "Jack" Capra, passed.
The devastation that her unexpected absence brings to our family is palpable. She was our rock, our lioness, a strong Leo woman. There will never be another like her. She was the best Mum a girl could hope for.
Seeing her again will bring us such joy and this is, thankfully, inevitable.
My Mum worked hard her whole life to help provide my sister and I a beautiful life. My childhood is filled with amazing memories. She was a wonderful partner to my Dad for 61 years. His teddy bear.
The joy of her life was her family and ensuring our well being. Spending time together, Sunday suppers with Vava's recipes made by my Mum as adults. And meals every night together as a family when we were kids. Always providing a loving home. The smell of home cooking will always be synonymous with my Mum and her immense love. The heart of a lioness. I hear and feel your voice in my soul every day Mum! You are with us always. Thank you for the signs Mum! I see you and I hear you.
My Dad and Mum are such kind people.
I love you Mum. We all love you. We miss you. Until we meet again.
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When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
― Maya Angelou
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