Beth was a friend of mine. She lived not too far away from me and I recall how we would cut through the backyards to each others homes to 'hang out'. Whenever I returned for a visit to see my family and drove down Glenwood, I would always glance over at the home she grew up in, and in memory, see us hanging out under the big tree that used to be in her front yard. She was a beautiful person and sadly missed.
Beth and I were good friends as were our older sisters. I spent many a day at her house since she lived close. I always wondered why such a sweet person left us so early.
Meredith Rousher
Beth waa another "sweetie" who was/is very easy to remember from out junior high days...she was warm, kind, beautiful and...it was an honor to have known her and danced with her during those days... ((-;
Beth was a good friend not only to me, but to so many of our classmates. I remember going to visit her when she was in the hospital for the last time. I started to feel faint which happened to me when going to hospitals. She noticed that I looked pale and called a nurse to bring me a glass of water. Even at that crucial time, she was thinking of others. I still think of her often.
Beth was truly one of the nicest people I've ever known. She always had a smile on her face even as her health deteriorated. I have very fond memories of hanging out with Beth and Bev Morris during junior high. For some reason, I always think of her when I hear the song "Brown Eyed Girl"
I was a volunteer candy striper at St. Elizabeth's hospital and saw Beth several times a week. We spent many hours talking and I remember toward the end, she was all excited that they finally knew what was making her sick...and she was looking forward to getting well. She was always positive about her situation and her health. I have thought of her many times over the years and her strength has got me over many rough spots. She is a hard person to forget.
I can't tell you how hard it is for me to put this in writing,even now.
I can still remember visiting Beth when she had been moved to the frontroom of the house,on a hospital bed.
I remember her mother always looked angry. I could not fathom her mother's reason for this at that time, I mean after all we visiting.We were Beth's friends.
She was always ready for friends to visit no matter what her condition. Always trying to smile and enjoy the time.
We went to visit her weekly and watched her fail weekly.Not realizing her true fate.
Before she got sick and maybe to this day I can say,she was and could possibly be the best of all of us.
Timid, smiling, thoughtful and kind,with a reserve that no one could figure out.
Maybe she's your angel.
