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Eulalee Alexandria TaBois (nee Wong)

July 28, 1932 April 11, 2018
Eulalee Alexandria  TaBois (nee Wong)
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Obituary for Eulalee Alexandria TaBois (nee Wong)

Eulalee Alexandria Wong TaBois (Wong Moi Fung) was the first child of John Wong Gon You and Jemima Victoria Wong, nee East. She is survived by her three children from her marriage to Louis Xavier Nelson TaBois (deceased): Louis Damien Ignatius, Victor Louis Augustine, Cecelia Ann Urbana; her siblings: Gloria, Lloyd, Maurice and Audrey; and her grandchildren: Sean, Danielle, Nicole, Monique, and Veronique.

A viewing for family and friends will be held on Thursday, April 26, 2018, at Money & King Vienna Funeral Home, 171 West Maple Avenue, Vienna, VA 22180 from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. Also, on Friday, April 27, 2018, there will be a viewing from 9 a.m. to 9:30 a.m. before the funeral mass at the Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle, 1725 Rhode Island Avenue NW, Washington, DC 20036. In addition, she will be remembered during their Latin mass celebration on Sunday, April 29, 2018. ‎Any flowers received will be donated to the church. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the American Diabetes Association or other charitable organization to honor her. Thank you.

Eulalee's cremated remains will be buried in the Chinese Cemetery in Kingston, Jamaica, W.I., where arrangements are pending.

Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant

To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teachings, while from all around—
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice— Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix for ever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.


Previous Events

Visitation

Thursday

26

Apr

5:00 PM 4/26/2018 5:00:00 PM - 7:00 PM 4/26/2018 7:00:00 PM
Money & King Funeral Home

171 W. Maple Ave.
Vienna, VA 22180

Money & King Funeral Home
171 W. Maple Ave. Vienna 22180 VA
United States

Visitation

Friday

27

Apr

9:00 AM 4/27/2018 9:00:00 AM - 9:30 AM 4/27/2018 9:30:00 AM
Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle

1725 Rhode Island Ave. NW
Washington, DC

Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle
1725 Rhode Island Ave. NW Washington DC
US

Service

Friday

27

Apr

9:30 AM 4/27/2018 9:30:00 AM - 10:30 AM 4/27/2018 10:30:00 AM
Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle

1725 Rhode Island Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20036

Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle
1725 Rhode Island Avenue NW Washington 20036 DC
United States

Memorial Contribution

American Diabetes Association

P.O. Box 15829
Arlington, Virginia 22215
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