ALBANY – Marian R. Devine, 87, of Albany, died peacefully on Thursday, July 19, 2012 at the Glendale Nursing Home in Scotia. Miss Devine was born in Albany, the daughter of the late Richard H. Devine and Ruth Powell Devine. She lived here all her life in the family home on Manning Blvd. She was a graduate of the College of Saint Rose, and was employed for many years by the New York State Education Dept. She was a communicant of Blessed Sacrament Church in Albany, and volunteered at the New York State Museum. She was a member of Wolfert’s Roost Country Club, and enjoyed reading and traveling the world. She especially enjoyed her summers at the family camp on Lake Luzerne.
Miss Devine was predeceased by her brothers Raymond and John Devine. She is survived by her nieces and nephews Maureen Devine of Albany and Bolton Landing, Nancy Adams (Stephen) of Scotia, Daniel Devine (Renee) of Clifton Park, James Devine (Michelle) of East Berne, Richard Devine (Debbie Milavec) of Colonie; Mary Mulchy (Tim) of Altamont, and Gregory Devine (Sue), of Exeter, NH.
Funeral services will be held in the Hans Funeral Home, 1088 Western Ave., Albany, Saturday morning at 11:00am. Relatives and friends are invited, and may call at the funeral home Saturday morning beginning at 10:00am. Interment will be in Calvary Cemetery, Glenmont. The family suggests contributions to the Activity Fund of the Glendale Nursing Home, 59 Hetcheltown Rd, Scotia, NY 12302. To leave a message of condolence for the family, send a sympathy card, or obtain directions to the funeral home, please visit www.HansFuneralHome.com.
Click here to view Miss Devine’s resting place in Calvary Cemetery, Glenmont, NY.
Renee and Dan Devine
July 20, 2012 at 2:23 pmThey are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy.
They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance,windblown, from their favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight’s silver,
And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again and again.
They still move,
In the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not dead;
Their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, but part of us,
For love is eternal,
And those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity.
-Anon