Marjorie Rose (O.Neill) Frelich

Marjorie "Marge" Rose (ONeill) Frelich, 96 of Livingston, Montana passed away on Monday, December 5th, 2016. Marjorie "Marge" Rose (ONeill) Frelich, 96 of Livingston, Montana passed away on Monday, December 5th, 2016. Memorial Mass of Christian Burial will be held on Friday, June 2nd, at St. Marys Catholic Church, 1 P.M.. Graveside Committal and Burial will follow Mass at the Calvary Cemetery. Celebration of Marges life will continue at the Livingston American Legion. Livingston, Montana. Marge grew up in Livingston, spent a few years traveling and returned to Livingston where she built her life. Marge married Tony Frelich on January, 11th 1944. Marge is survived by her children: Peg (Bob) Stratton of Rathdrum, ID, John Frelich of Livingston, MT, Cathy (Ivan) Bosley of Livingston, MT. 7 Grandchildren: Rob (Debbie) Stratton, Rathdrum, ID. Toni (Michael) Cavallini of Haverhill, MA. Jack (Steffy Howard) Stratton of British Columbia, Canada. Jacquie Frelich of Livingston, MT. Malissa (Dave) Morrill of Fort Mills, SC, Christina (Travis) Hoeme of Livingston, MT. Shannon (Zachariah) Campbell of Bozeman, MT. As well as, numerous great-grandchildren, nieces nephews and other relatives and friends. Marge is preceded in death by her husband Tony who passed on June 01, 1989; siblings; Mary Pritchard, John ONeill, Bill ONeill and recently, Sister Kathryn (Peg) ONeill who passed away on October 6, 2016. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to St. Marys School Scholarship Fund, 511 S F St, Livingston, MT 59047 or choice of the donor. Count the days of her years. Count the days. More than 35,114 times she woke to the miracle of morning. More than 35,114 times she saw the brightness of noon. More than 35,114 times she sensed the soft coming of evening. More than 35,114 days. Count the seasons of her years. Count the seasons. More than 4 score springtime she beheld the colors of blossoming fruit trees, smelled the perfume of lilacs and heard the singing waters of the creeks. More than 4 score summers she considered the glory of lilies and poppies, and stood still at the song of the meadow lark. More than 4 score springs and summers, and autumns and winters. Therefore she was grateful to her creator. Grateful for the privileges of living so long in a world filled with beauty, variety and excitement. She was grateful for the gift of loving and being loved. Grateful for the thrills of music, and the marvel of children. For other mens and womens thoughts and conversation, and for their friendship. Grateful for the wonder of friendliness of animals. For the rushing sound of waterfalls and the darting beauty of minnows in the brooks. For the green of the forests, the gold of the wheat fields, the blue of the sea and the sky. She was grateful for the inspiration of churches built by fellow men that stand as monuments to mens aspirations and sense of beauty. Grateful for the power of the mind, which finds the universe an inexhaustible source of interest and fascination. Grateful for the five senses bestowed on her for the delights they have brought her. Grateful for her body itself, so wonderful and sensitive a mechanism. Grateful for the smiles on the faces of women and men. For the touch of a friends hand, and the laughter of a child, the wagging of a dogs tail. Grateful she was for all of these things and for many more. Especially grateful for the people, with their goodness and understanding which so far outweigh their vices, their envy and deceits. More grateful was she for the life itself, without which the earth and the stars would have no meaning. She came into the world out of a vast, untroubled sleep, and now, with a feeling of great peace, she went back again into that same untroubled sleep. More than 35,114 days of her years. And, as always, every day was a miracle. Surely, after 35,114 miracles, a person may rest content.