Ordained in Piety: Basil Francis Boylan my Father speaks to his grandson Sam 1 week before his death Easter, 1998

Basil Francis Boylan passed away April 20th, 1998 & his beloved daughter Rose-Marie Boylan, honoring him as a pious, devout, most honorable gentleman & father. Not of this world, I was blessed to be his daughter. Every day I work to become more & more like him in the name of Christ Jesus.

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Basil Francis Boylan Father speaks to his grandson Sam 1 week before his death Easter, 1998. Rose-Marie Boylan his beloved daughter is filming him for his grandson Samuel who was born September, 1998. Samuel was in my womb, I am the beloved daughter of Basil Francis Boylan, Samuel was his first grandson. At the time the gender of my child was unknown. My father knew he would be in eternity. This was his message to his grandson.

"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"

Mark 8:36 (KJV): 

This video is being posted for my son for his birthday this week. This video was done in 1998 for my son Samuel and I, 1 week before my father passed away on Easter and went to eternity. My father was not of this world, as you can see in this video with his certainty to return home to eternity. He speaks as if this life for him was just a passing through journey.

Daddy playing with Rosy.

I will write more about this dearly beloved man and how my entire life, character was shaped by him. My father adored me and I adored him; naturally my son emanates his peace, grace and humility. Even my son's walk mirrors the poise, dignified grace with which my father walked as if he was a descendant of nobility. Now my entire life is dedicated to prayer, Jesus Christ, being unwordly and becoming more and more silent like my father.

I will speak more about his honour, his incorruptibility, his ethics, his unwavering sense of principle, his advocacy against pornography, his dedication to feeding & clothing the homeless, his peaceful & transcendent presence at a later date.

My beloved father would meet me at my sales meetings while I was in Montreal with Abbott Laboratories, a Fortune 500 company. We would always meet in the lobby or downtown and then hang out. As soon as my father became ill with cancer, I made sure I would get a promotion to Montreal to help him out as New Brunswick was too far. I succeeded so much at getting a promotion because I had to do a presentation to all the executives that everyone important in the company found out who I was because my presentation blew them away. No one at the company knew the fire in my belly was my father and being close to him with his liver cancer and trying to help him financially.

My father Basil Francis Boylan was also a genius. He was the first and perhaps the last to go to university in electrical engineering at only 14 years of age and graduate at 19 as an electrical engineer. He never slandered, lied, gossiped or spoke ill of anyone. He never took bribes to design the buildings in Montreal so they would not be compromised. He never bragged about himself or sought attention. He rarely spoke despite having a vast amount of knowledge. He never corrected anyone even when he knew they were wrong. He fed the poor and clothed them.

Several years before his death, after he was diagnosed with liver cancer, there were many sightings of the Virgin Mary crying. My father was enamoured and revered the Virgin Mary and I was indoctrinated to the blessed Rosary at a very young age. After his diagnosis, my father and I would travel to all the sightings in Montreal and the West of Montreal to see the statues of the Blessed Virgin Mary crying. There was oil dripping from her eyes. We would go after my work at Abbott and Smith & Nephew. He would search in the papers to find new sightings of the Blessed Virgin Mary crying and of course I would take him. When we visited these modest homes, we would pray. While many people would say this was a hoax, it was irrelevant. For my Father anything related to the Blessed Virgin Mary and the purification of sin or becoming sinless was his ultimate and most important objective daily as a eunuch for Jesus Christ. He lived a life of self-restraint of the flesh and upon death he was perfected and sinless. For this reason, without a shadow of a doubt he knew he would be in eternity immediately.

My father & I. Daddy with Rosy.

Like Father, like Daughter...

When I won a trip to Turks & Caicos for having the best sales in a Fortune 500 company, of course, I took my father with me. We had so much fun dancing, eating, hanging out on the beach and talking. It was Club Med so he had a blast. He kept trying to set me up with annoying guys and inviting them to dinner because he knew they irritated me as a joke...

As a child, he would take me on numerous walks and listen to all my stories. He was the only one in my family who truly knew me. Like him, I was quiet at home, and my siblings and mother never really understood me. He trained with me for marathons, biking alongside me as I ran long distances. He attended all my school plays, where I took on high-risk comedic roles like Beaker in the Muppets, as no one else wanted to risk public embarrassment with daring experiments. He ensured I served as an altar server at the Catholic church, even in high school, to protect me from boys and immorality. The closer you are to God, the further you are from sin. This approach worked, as everyone respected me, including all the teachers, for my innocence and academic achievements. He taught me to walk and stand with dignified grace. He would always make me stand against a wall to straighten my back, saying:

"Rosy do you want to be a question mark or an exclamation mark in life?"

He was a saint and a genius who refrained from earthly indulgences. He was not of this world. He was my hero and always will be. In 2002, I became a single mother, raising my son with the same spiritual values, without television exposure. My father allowed us to watch TV only for the Irish Rovers and Anne Murray when we were young. After church on Sundays, we would go get candy with him. The only time he would get angry and shout was when he saw pornography at a child's eye level. He was appalled by the undue sexual exploitation of women. My father was neither a misogynist nor a chauvinist. He encouraged me to do everything, including playing soccer at age four on an all-boys team. The misogynistic influences that affected my other siblings came from elsewhere, leading to competitiveness and internalized misogyny, which I was not affected by. I was never competitive with others. He taught me to compete only with myself, which is why I succeeded in life and business. He taught me never to put others down to get ahead and that slandering, lying, misrepresenting, or using deceit to progress was sinful. He detested gossip, wicked speech, and defaming others.

Right before he passed he did a Cursillo Rollo speech curiously it was on Cain & Abel which he gave to me as a warning I suppose. It was foreboding...

I wrote this to update my father's Cursillo rollo several years ago with 2 titles.

There are many more pages which I will add at a later date.

My father was working in Newfoundland as an engineer before he passed away. I organized a business trip with the company I worked for to be with him. The whole night we pub crawled and he wanted me to meet all his friends specifically one man named "Fergus" a pan handler. The following morning I arranged for room service to bring him a breakfast for "Royalty" as a surprise. He said he was hiding next to the bed because he was afraid the hotel staff would catch him. So adorable and so cute, that was my dad! :)

My father did not want us "conditioned" by television so my brother & I would entertain my parents and guests. My brother became a stand-up comedian later on in life.

My birthday!

My birthday!

Songs from my father's funeral 1998

Every year we would take my father & mother out for dinner for his birthday in Sainte-Anne de Bellevue.

Dad's birthday!

My son Samuel & I. Descendant of Basil Francis Boylan.

My mother Elizabeth Elliott with my Father Basil Francis Boylan at their marriage before leaving for Dublin to work as an engineer.

His birthdays in Sainte-Anne de Bellevue every year, very happy when I took him out!

I kept all his letters and cards to me since I was a little girl...

My loving & kind son Samuel & I.

His last words as he blessed me and the baby in my womb, Samuel; I am going home to heaven to become lily white again. Samuel's girlfriend is named Lily.

We will see each other again in eternity.