By Jim Urbanovich Born Agnes Noel Pryor on July 30, 1933 in the New York borough of the Bronx, Noel’s parents were James Aloysius Pryor and Helen Garland. According to firsthand accounts from Noel, her father, who passed away in November of 1963, was the ultimate showman who never backed away from a microphone or public appearance. Her mother, who died in March of 1986, from this writer’s firsthand account, was not much different, as it did not take much for her to recite and dance to her unique rendition of “Red Hot Mama.” Noel did not inherit the showman chip. Rather, she grew up in Brooklyn, and rather than break out in song like her parents, would be constantly wiping the noses of her siblings Jim, Bill and Jack, in a big sister, motherly-type role. She later attended nursing school, and left for the promised land of California circa 1955. It was then that she met another New York State native, David Stephen Urbanovich. Shortly thereafter, she gave birth to Marybeth on July 27, 1960, to Julie Anne on January 9, 1962 and to James Aloysius on March 3, 1963. Noel gave up her nursing profession in order to take on the full-time job of raising children. It was in this role that her kind, caring and loving matriarchy would shine brightly. She took the role of mother and wife very seriously, striving to meet the needs of her children. Her love and dedication to her family was perhaps no more evident than when she went back to work for the sole purpose of earning enough money to pay the fees for her daughter’s high school cheerleading expenses. However, Noel did not feel comfortable immediately going back into nursing after taking nearly two decades off, so she got another job — as a cashier at McDonald’s. Not just any McDonald’s, it was the McDonald’s directly across the street from her children’s high school. When her kids objected, her staunch, confident and unabashedly shameless response was, “There is never, ever any shame in earning an honest dollar … and don’t ever forget that.” Her acts of kindness and selfless love are far too numerous to mention — the stories are seemingly endless and infinite. Noel went back into nursing in 1980, when her children no longer needed a full-time mother. Evidence of her self-proclaimed greatest personal achievement can be found on a plaque at Holy Cross Medical Center in Mission Hills, California that honors her for her more than 20 years of excellent service as a post-surgery nurse. Noel is survived by her loving husband of 58 years, Steve, her three children, 10 grandchildren and one great-grandchild. On her final day on this planet, October 18, 2017, her surviving husband was asked if he wanted a post mortem confession service. His reply was, “Why? There is nothing to confess. She was perfect.” Noel will be greatly missed, beyond words.