Beatrice Florence Leach
May 24, 1914 – June 14,1985
She lived! Today is the 33rd year that we have missed her sunshine and huge presence. I think of her a lot & wish she had gotten to see all of the little ones that we have now. I think of her almost every day. She had the best laugh! When I was little and got to sleep over her house, she would give me a Toni perm that stunk up the whole house and my grandfather would get so mad about the smell when he came home from work!
She was the one who started my fascination with old things. We would drive around for hours and then all of a sudden she would pull over and we would get out and start walking into the woods. I don’t know where she got her information from, but we would walk to a certain distance then she would stop and we would start digging. She would say this is an old dump and we are going to find some nice old bottles here!
And we usually always did.
We would also do crafts. One in particular I remember was cooking old records in the oven until the edges curled up. Then we would spray paint them gold and glue macaroni, acorns and other things on them for decorations. Another smelly thing my grandfather didn’t approve of! Oh well, she didn’t care! She did what she wanted to do.
She always dressed pretty fancy when she was going somewhere and always had her hair in a beehive!
She loved the beach so much!
She was my inspiration! And I was 8-1/2 months pregnant with my 4th child when she died. She suffered so long and awful
with the dreaded bully, cancer that it just didn’t seem fair. She didn’t deserve to suffer like that.
The day of her funeral, I cried the loudest and hardest I think I have ever cried so far.
I had my son July 7, 1985 and as a reminder of my grandmother, I named my son Jeffrey B. Michael.
The B. of course stands for Beatrice. And I’m proud to say that my son and his wife gave birth to a gorgeous
little baby boy January 4th in 2013 and he also carries on the B. as a Jr. To his dad!
She loved to dance and ride horses and Christmas and her family!
God’s Garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Gram, Beatrice, Mother, Honey and all the other names I’m sure you had, I love you, I miss you and
I will never forget you or the love you showed me. Time flies by!
XOXO
