In loving memory

Eugene A. Cabot

October 4, 1925 - December 27, 2001

CABOT, EUGENE A. Age 76, on Thursday, December 27, 2001, of Forest Hills. He was a WW II Navy Veteran; beloved husband of 50 years to Mary Macaulay Cabot; loving father of Kathy (Joe) Uram, Michael and Martin Cabot, Nancy (Bush) Prisby, Jim (Kathy) and David (Robin) Cabot; grandfather of Devon, Meaghan, Zachary, and Sam; brother of Raymond Cabot and the late Alma Koziel.


With his father's permission, Dad enlisted in the navy as a teen during World War II. He became a crew member of the Torpedo Squadron Ten (VT-10), also known as "The Buzzard Brigade," which flew missions from the navy carrier, USS Intrepid. I was well into adulthood before I became aware of the bond that Dad shared with his navy brothers. Following his death, a member of my parents' church stood with me at Dad's casket, informing me that he was a WWII vet himself. He didn't know Dad well--they were just fellow parishioners--but the hitch in his voice as he mentioned the war connection moved me and affirmed the strength of that brotherhood. Dad did not talk about his wartime experiences. I don't recall his attending any of the Torpedo Squadron Ten reunions that were eventually organized. Family was aware, however, that he communicated via letters and cards with a handful of guys who had served alongside him (as kids or young adults) in the Pacific. I'm grateful for that communication--for the friends' ongoing friendship over time. Unfortunately, generations continue to be impacted by the costs of war and terror. May we continue to support our troops and veterans, and pray for and work toward peace. ~Nancy

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred,
let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not
so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning
that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that
we are born to eternal life.

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