I will always remember Beverlys strength and determination to make the 50th class reunion. I saw so much courage in her. I’m sorry I didn’t get to know her better.
I’m so glad as many of my classmates are that she made it and seemed to have a good time.
I will remember this fondly.
So very sorry for your thoughts. Prayers.
Deb Winterbottom Mirante
For those of you who could not attend today, my eulogy el below:
I remember going to Bev’s house the first time for Easter dinner. I was courting her daughter, and wanted to make a good first impression. Within minutes she made me feel right at home. My mind was at easy, I could be my self, and believe me, I can be hard to take. I was drooling as this aroma floating out of her kitchen. Everything was perfect. There were sides dishes galore, many of them were things I’ve never had before. It was DELICIOUS! I commented how much I loved having all these amazing side dishes and I looked forward to having them again in the future.
Each holiday dinner became more and more elaborate with the side dishes. I think 1 Thanksgiving I counted 13 of them. When I asked her, “why do you go through all the trouble to make so many side dishes?” Her response was, “because I know you like them and I want you to be happy.”
My Mom died in November some years ago and my Dad past before her. That Christmas immediately following Bev remembered a story I shared with her. When I was a little boy Christmas’s were over the top with presents as far as the eye could see. Decades later, Bev was able to re-create that magical feel on Christmas of 2013. She knew my heart was broken from my loss.
Present after present was for me. With each carefully wrapped package came a larger and larger smile from Bev. There was a big present in the corner and it was for me. It was the wine refrigerator I wanted and it was expensive. When I asked why did you do all of this for me? I remember she said, “I wanted you to feel the joy of Christmas like you did when you were a child. I consider you my son, and I love you.” It’s love … the type that leaves you speechless. Bev was happiest when she was giving to others.
I think that is what we love most about Bev. It was her ability to give and asking for nothing in return. You could see and feel her joy, just because she knew she gave you something that was special to you. Making other people happy is what brought her joy. That is amazing, isn’t it? And that’s exactly the same reason why it hurts so much not having her with us.
Right now, we feel as if that joy you can only get from her, has been ripped from us and it’s gone forever. But I’m beginning to feel differently as I understand the larger picture. It was her faith in God that gave her the ability to love us, to care for us, and to bring us that level of joy. Some how, right up till the very end she had faith.
That gift of love now resides inside each of us. How we choose to share that love will determine if her legacy will live on. By the way, the wine refrigerator she gave me that Christmas broke, but I think I’ll hang on to it just a little longer.
My best memory of Bev , we were in wildwood NJ , hanging out with all our Hyatt friends , just having a great time on the beach and at the club , I’m going to stop there and keep the rest of that memory to myself , just girls having fun together
What a beautiful person and her legacy of her children will certainly speak very well of the life she lived here. But Bev will not only live through a memory here and now...She was a strong believer in Christ and her life will never end!
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned,
Nor shall the flame scorch you.
For I am the Lord your God,
The Holy One of Israel, your Savior;
To Angie and Dan, Ron.
The passing of Bev has been a heartbreak. She was such a kind and beautiful person who always had goodness to give. Her suffering has ended and I am sure her wings were ready. Heaven has a new angel
Find strength in your good memories.
Angie, we only met your Mom a few times at mountain bike races where she was cheering you on. She stood out to me, in part, because we share the same, less common, name, but also because she seemed to have a quiet gentleness about her, and her love for you was,obvious. As you and George, and your brother, and all who loved her learn to navigate earth without her, we 9a4wish you peace, and cherished memories to be your companions on this grief journey.
Beverly and Richard Dietrich
My sincere condolences to Beverly's family and friends. May the God of all comfort who comforts us in our trials so that we can endure and have hope (2 Corinthians 1:3,4), be with all who loved Beverly during this difficult time.
With Sincere Condolences,