Florence Elizabeth Emerton Frenier, 84, of East Windsor passed away peacefully at Princeton Medical Center in Plainsboro on Saturday, March 10, 2018 surrounded by her family.
Born in Hanover, NH and raised in Quechee Gorge, VT, Florence also lived in Burlington, VT, Jamesburg, NJ, Detroit, MI, Winchester, VA and East Windsor, NJ while she was married to her husband, James F. Frenier, Sr., for 62 years before his death on December 2, 2016. Florence was an office manager at St. James Church in Jamesburg, NJ for several years before going on to work in banking for much of her career. Flo was athletic during her youth, ice skating, roller skating, and tennis were among her favorites. Flo loved to do flower arranging, puzzling and visiting Longwood Gardens. She also enjoyed spending time with her family.
Daughter of the late Maurice and Genevieve Emerton, and wife of the late James F. Frenier, Sr., Flo is survived by her son and daughter-in-law, James Jr. and Carol Frenier of Abington, MA, two daughters, Diane Frenier of Princeton, NJ and Susan Frenier of Hamilton, NJ, five grandchildren, two granddaughters-in-law and a grandson-in-law, James III and Katie Frenier and Daniel and Ashley Frenier of Abington, MA, Jennifer and Michael Reardon of Hamilton, NJ, Christopher Graziano and Stephanie Graziano , both of Princeton, NJ, and five great-grandchildren, Francesca, James IV, Zachary, Genevieve and Aubrey, all of Abington, MA.
A viewing will be held at 10:00 a.m. followed immediately by a funeral Mass at 10:30 a.m. at St. Anthony of Padua Church in Hightstown, NJ on Tuesday, March 13, 2018. A committal service will be held at 12:15 p.m. at Holy Cross Burial Park, South Brunswick. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in Flo’s name to the ASPCA. For additional information, please visit the Barlow & Zimmer Funeral Home website at barlowzimmer.com.
 
Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
By Henry Scott-Holland
 
Footprints
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"

The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints,
is when I carried you."
Mary Stevenson