Showing posts with label obituaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obituaries. Show all posts

Friday, August 14, 2026

I will miss you, my friend.

I first met Teri in 2012, when I joined Mensa and decided to attend a board meeting as my first “event.” (I guess my idea of fun isn’t the same as everyone else’s.) She instantly recognized me, even though we had never met before. She said, “You must be Michael’s sister!” and I sat beside her for the meeting. We didn’t really become close until after her stroke. That was when I discovered that we had some things in common … and some very different ideas about music. I discovered that she was a fan of soft rock, whereas I am an AC/DC and Metallica fan - the louder, the better.

One day, her sisters Marian and Shirley and I were all sitting around her hospital bed talking about music, and Shirley began playing Jim Croce or Dan Fogelberg, something in that genre. Teri said, “Shirley, why don’t you put on something that Serena would enjoy?” I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted. Well, no good deed goes unpunished! Her sister Marian and I sang along loudly with “Highway to Hell.” Teri listened to us as non-judgmentally as anyone could, and about half-way through the song, said, “Shirley, what else do you have?” We laughed until our bellies hurt.

I will always remember that day and the laughter that came with it. She was so sweet, had an incredibly bone-dry sense of humor, and gave me some wonderful memories. I will miss her.

 

https://www.legacy.com/person/teri-diana-prentiss-(marie)-62124702

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Linda 'Ma' Mosher 1943 - 2025

The memories come flooding back in waves, drowning me in a tide of emotion.

I was in 9th grade, following Steven around like a bunny, and there was Ma, shaking her head and saying, “Why do the smart girls always fall for the bad boys?”

In 10th grade, she taught us how to research—and gave me a failing grade on a paper. It forced my parents to let me go to the library, and in that way, she opened up a whole new world to me, far beyond the constraints of the religion I was being raised in.

In my senior year, I remember her piling eight of us kids into her Ford Escort to take us to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

She always seemed to just know. When I was 16, graduating from high school and dreading the future my parents had planned for me, she signed my yearbook, “Don’t ever take the easy way out.”

She was always there for me, especially when my brother couldn’t be.
My brother and I were both so… broken.

When my son was two and I had to have surgery on a Workers’ Comp injury (with no income coming in) she filled my refrigerator. When my son was seven, she realized I hadn’t bought clothes for myself in years. Things were getting threadbare, and she helped me get a few things so I didn’t look quite so ragamuffin at work.

She taught me how to write.
How to read with feeling.
How to survive when I knew that leaving my family was the only way I could truly live.

She healed my heart more times than I can count. Even knowing there would be scars, she gave me reasons to keep going.

I once told her I could never repay everything she’d done for me.
She said I could, by paying it forward. That’s what she wanted.

When I finally went back to school and earned my Master’s in Education, I don’t think anyone was prouder than she was. And when I joined Mensa? She made me see that the only one who ever doubted my intelligence was me.

She gave me parenting advice.
Life advice.
She was more of a mother to me than my own.

She never yelled, never demeaned, never overly criticized. She appealed to my intellect. She taught me that it’s not just okay, it’s essential to think for myself, to question everything, and to never settle for less when I’m capable of more.

She loved my son.
From the time he could talk, he always called her “Mommy’s Teacher.”
She used to joke about it:
“When I die, they’re going to ask him, ‘Who passed away?’ and he’s going to say, ‘Mommy’s Teacher.’
And they’ll ask, ‘What was her name?’
And he’ll look at them like they’re crazy and say, ‘Mommy’s Teacher!’”

She passed away today, and there’s a gaping hole where my heart should be.
I know I’ll have to stop crying eventually.
But not today.
And probably not tomorrow.

Linda “Ma” Mosher, you are loved more than you ever knew.
To some, you were just their English teacher.
To me, you were who I wanted to be when I grew up.

The stars will shine brighter now that you’re among them.



Friday, June 13, 2014

Comes The Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Darren Michael Beasley

I lost another classmate on December 24th. It seems I'm attending more funerals than weddings these days.

Mike graduated in 1983, two years behind me, but in the class I was supposed to be in had I not been pushed ahead. I remember he was always smiling. Always.


I understand he died peacefully in his sleep. Rest in peace, Mike. You will be missed.

Friday, December 20, 2013

John Markarian (1929 - 2013)

John Markarian, an attorney I used to work for, passed away on December 14th. He was the first attorney I worked for who did estate work. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The math aspect of that job was wonderful. I got to help with tax returns, valuating bonds, mortgage per diems and payoffs, great fun! 

From what I understand, he had cancer, and his family had been taking care of him around the clock toward the end. My heart goes out to them in their time of sorrow. 

From the Buffalo News:  



MARKARIAN - John December 14, 2013, husband of the late Maureen (nee Willett) and the former husband of Martha Markarian; loving father of Edward J. (Linda) and William C. Markarian; stepfather of Sean (Kristin) Willett; loving grandfather of William J., Kristin E., Isabella M., Olivia R. Markarian; stepgrandfather of Luke Brown, Ben, Cameron and Riley Willett; dear brother of Michael (Elizabeth), Charles (Delores) Markarian and Elizabeth (George) Binner; survived by many nieces and nephews.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

Darryl Battaglia (ca. 1966 - 2013)

I went to school with Darryl. He was a couple grades below me, but he played hockey, and hockey was (and still is) my second favorite pastime. I remember him fondly; he never made fun of me or tried to bully me like a couple of the other hockey players, and he was always kind. 


His situation was unfortunate.  The summer after he graduated from high school, he went diving into a pond he was unfamiliar with. It was far too shallow, and he became partially paralyzed. What everyone remembers about Darryl, though, was his bigger-than-life personality. Everyone knew the man; no one noticed the wheelchair. 

He was loved by many, and will be missed tremendously. 

From the Buffalo News:

BATTAGLIA - Darryl W. November 3, 2013, husband of Tracy Battaglia; stepfather of Joshua Teufel; son of Dorrie Falise; brother of Andrew, Scott and Michelle; uncle of Kristopher, Candace, Amanda and Nicola DiBartolomeo. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/buffalonews/obituary.aspx?pid=167878024#sthash.U9KGP6rV.dpuf

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Yolanda James (1958 - 2013)

My cousin, Yolanda, passed away on September 4th. She had struggled with kidney disease for years. I didn't really know her as well as I should have, but in spite of our religious differences, she never tried to make me feel like an outcast. She was truly a good person, and she will be greatly missed.

Sisters, from left to right: Karen, Yolanda, Laureen and Dorinda
From the Buffalo News:

JAMES - Yolanda G. Age 55 of 1060 Ellicott St., Buffalo NY, died Wednesday, September 4, 2013, at home In her husband's arms. She was born May 31, 1958, in Buffalo NY, daughter of Effie Bosley and the late James Gladden. She is survived by her loving husband, Terence James; mother Effie Bosley; three brothers, Uland R. (Janice) Gladden, James D. (Donnis) Gladden and Mark R. (Toneisha) Bosley. - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/buffalonews/obituary.aspx?pid=166867963#sthash.b1U5Yi4U.dpuf

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

David Kerr (1953 - 2013)

Of all the funerals I've attended over the past few months, this one hit me the hardest. Death is so final, and so painful for those of us left behind. David Kerr, husband to my friend Nancy, father to Rob and Amy, brother to Bill, friend to many, passed away last night. 

I was proud to call David my friend, for more years than probably either of us wanted to count. He was always there when I needed him, leaning back in his recliner, listening and offering advice, especially if I couldn't reach my brother. We didn’t always agree, but truth be told, he was always right. He introduced me to new foods, like HP sauce and fresh ham. I’ll always remember him standing in Nancy’s kitchen, both hands on his belly, saying, “Oh! What do you mean, you’ve never had…” whatever food we were talking about at the time, or calling me over to taste the good bits that just happened to fall off the meat while he was carving it. 

He teased me about non-normality until I no longer felt uncomfortable being considered “unusual”. He often reminded me to never be ashamed of my IQ, all the while expanding my vocabulary in ways that would make my English teacher blush. He made me laugh. 

David was my friend, and I will miss him terribly. A celebration of life will be held on Saturday September 7, 1 PM at Dengler & Roberts Dignity Services located at 3000 Delaware Avenue Kenmore NY 14217. My heart goes out to Nancy Kerr, Amy Kerr, Rob Kerr, and everyone whose lives he enriched. May our memories bring us comfort.

From the Buffalo News:

KERR - David September 3, 2013. Beloved husband of Nancy E. (nee Piper); loving father of Amy Elizabeth and Robert John Kerr; dear brother of William Kerr and the late Robert B. Kerr; son of the late David S. and Elizabeth M. Kerr; survived by nieces and nephews.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Howard J. Green ( - 2013)

My high school friend, Wayne, lost his father on August 30th. Mr. Green had an amazing way with children, a patience with them that is seldom seen in today's hurried world. My favorite memory of him took place when Ian was about 7 years old, still too young to have a filter on his tongue. Mr. Green had a hole in his throat from a surgery, and used a type of electronic larynx to speak. Ian had a million questions, and he answered them all, honestly and patiently. He had served in the Korean War, and the playing of Taps at his graveside service completely undid me. My heart goes out to Wayne and his family. May our memories bring us comfort.



From the Buffalo News: 

GREEN - Howard J. August 30, 2013, husband of the late Geraldine; survived by five children, a host of grandchildren and other relatives. ...  Mr. Green served in the U.S. Army during the Korean Conflict. 

Friday, August 30, 2013

Imani Gilbert (2000 - 2013)

One of the absolute saddest things I have ever done is attend a candlelight vigil for a child. Ian's friend, Imani, died following an accident between a vehicle and his bicycle. He was pinned under the vehicle with his bicycle. People passing by stopped their cars and rushed to assist in lifting the vehicle off of him. He died the next day at Children's Hospital. Words are so inadequate to express the depth of our grief.



From the Buffalo News:

Despite heroic efforts by a group of passers-by, the 12-year-old bicyclist who was freed from beneath a car on Sheridan Drive in the Town of Tonawanda Thursday afternoon has died, police reported Friday.

The boy has been identified as Imani Gilbert, an incoming eighth-grader at Herbert Hoover Middle School.

Imani was on his way to football practice at the nearby middle school when he was struck and pinned beneath the vehicle while crossing Delaware Road at the intersection with Sheridan Drive, Kenmore-Town of Tonawanda School District officials confirmed. Several passers-by lifted the vehicle off the boy and he was taken to Women & Children’s Hospital.

Among the first on the scene to free Imani were police detectives Ray Marello and Kevin Sweeney and Ellwood Volunteer Fire Company Chief Gary Stuff who joined other witnesses to lift the dark blue Pontiac Vibe, said Lt. Nicholas A. Bado, a department spokesman.

Although police are continuing to investigate the fatal accident, no charges have been filed against the driver, and there was no indication that the motorist, whose name wasn’t released, was at fault, police said. There was no drug, alcohol or cellphone use involved, police said. Further, the driver had the green arrow to turn left onto Sheridan Drive and Imani was not wearing a helmet, Bado said.

The district, meanwhile, was shaken by news that one of its students had been killed in an accident just weeks before school resumes on Sept. 5.

“We’re very familiar with the student – very well-liked, very good student, very involved,” said Carmelina Persico, principal of Hoover Middle, where Imani also played basketball.

Grief counselors from the district’s Family Support Center were made available to the boy’s teammates during a meeting Friday morning, said School Superintendent Mark P. Mondanaro.

 “We dispatched grief counselors immediately to deal with any groups of children and adults that knew the child and help them deal with this loss,” said School Board President Bob Dana.

Funeral arrangements were incomplete as Imani’s mother was traveling back from out of town. Persico said she will confer with students about holding a memorial service.

 “I think I will give students an opportunity to have that discussion and take part in whatever decision is made,” she said. “Certainly those conversations will take place.



From the Sun Journal, new Bern, North Carolina:

TONAWANDA, N.Y. - Imani Tyshawn Gilbert, 12, of 30 Chapman Place, died Friday, Aug. 23, 2013, at Women and Children's Hospital, Buffalo, N.Y.

A native of Carteret County and an eighth-grade student at Herbert Hoover Middle School, Tonawanda, died as a result of a bicycle accident.


His funeral will be is 11 a.m. Thursday, Aug. 29, 2013, at Mt. Pilgrim MB Church, Newport, with the Rev. G. Otis Greene officiating. Burial will follow in Bayview Cemetery, Morehead City.


He is survived by his father, Terrance Ferguson of Tonawanda, N.Y., and his mother, Amy Gilbert of Newport; five brothers, Dominic Ferguson and Gianni Ferguson, both of Morehead City, Ronell Tupaz Jr. and Curtis Tupaz of Fayetteville, and Jashawn Finch of Beaufort; six sisters, Brianna Harris and Adrienne Harris of Newport, Myah Gilbert of Havelock, Zada-Kai Tupaz and Isis Tupaz, both of Fayetteville and Raelyn Ferguson of Morehead City; paternal grandparents, Sharon Joyner of New Bern, Alfred and Tina Henderson of Newport; and great-grandmothers, Ann Elbert of Morehead City and Hattie Henderson of Bogue Sound.

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Harry F. George (1955 - 2013)

My friend, Hope, lost her husband suddenly and unexpectedly to a heart attack on August 1st. She discovered him on his bedroom floor in the morning when she was getting ready for work. It was shocking and devastating. He had battled lung cancer and won, but was not able to overcome addiction to pain medications. About the only thing we ever agreed on was our love of the Red Sox; on everything else, we agreed to disagree. When Trisha called me that morning, I could only think that he was not old enough yet, he should have had more time. From the Lockport Union-Sun & Journal:
 
 
 
Harry F. George entered into rest on August 1, 2013. He was born in Niagara Falls to the late Anthony and Anne (Atamian) George. Harry graduated from high school in Niagara Falls and most recently worked at candlelight cabinetry in Lockport. He was a supporter of the United Way, a fan of the Boston Red Sox and the Buffalo Bills. He loved golf and his numerous cats.
 
Harry is survived by his wife, Hope (Edwards) George; two children, Anthony George of Niagara Falls and Sheri (Kyle) Durkin of North Carolina; stepchildren, Lynda Malcomb and Patricia Haubrich, both of Lockport; Rose of Florida and Nicole of Niagara Falls; a grandchild, Kyle Durkin, Jr. Also survived by an uncle, Sooky Atamian of Niagara Falls; and other grandchildren.

Saturday, June 08, 2013

Sunny A. Hope (1941 - 2013)

My friends, Rhonda and Scott, lost their mother to cancer on Tuesday.   I didn't know her well, but she asked about my well-being for the past 40 years. She and Rhonda were particularly close, and I worry about how she will hold up in the days to come. From the Olean Times Herald:

GREAT VALLEY - Sunny A. Hope, 72, of Sugartown Road passed away Tuesday (June 4, 2013) at the Olean General Hospital. 

She was born Jan. 24, 1941, in Minard Run, Pa., a daughter of the late Curtis and Bernice McCauley Showers. Mrs. Hope was married to Harry R. Hope, who predeceased her.

She had a strong faith and was a very active member and prayer warrior at the Great Valley United Methodist Church. She was sweet and kind, and was a mother to many. She also volunteered at the Great Valley Regatta and many firemen's dinners. She also was an avid bingo player.

She is survived by two sons, Scott Hope of Friendship and Randy (Sandy) Hope of Spencerport; two daughters, Cheryl Dominick-Farnham of Salamanca and Rhonda S. (James R.) Ashdown of Randolph; 13 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren. She is also survived by five brothers, Kurt (Becky) Showers of Great Valley, Merle (Carolyn) Showers of Buffalo, David (Choon) Showers of New Jersey, Donald (Gert) Showers of Tennessee and Larry (Carolyn) Showers of Rochester; and four sisters, Bertha Gregg of Wyoming, Linda Shepard of Great Valley, Carol Ellis of Texas and Marieta Showers of Great Valley; and several nieces and nephews.

Besides her husband, she was predeceased by a son, Robert M. Hope; and a granddaughter, Bobbie Jo.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

In Memory of Bradford Bosley


My uncle, Bradford Richmond Bosley, passed away on September 12th. This is the obituary my cousin, Dorinda, wrote.

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My father, Bradford R. Bosley was 79 years old. He served in the Korean War. He retired from American Airlines at age 55. After he retired, he had a few rental properties he maintained and he spent a good amount of his time serving the god he believed in. He later moved south and ended up living in Andalusia, Alabama with my youngest brother, Mark. He was an avid Jehovah’s Witness and part of my family remains in that religion. I had recently been reacquainted with my father through my brother, Mark. My last visit with him was last February after he had recovered from his most recent stroke. He was speaking slowly and sometimes the words he wanted to speak would not come out the way he wanted them to, and he was walking slowly but surely. He had been in the hospital in Buffalo again after that in May of 2010 and had seemed to recover okay. He and my step mother maintained a home in Buffalo, so he would travel back and forth to a home in Andalusia.

He died in his sleep Monday morning, September 12 and we believe that he may have had another stroke in his sleep or perhaps a heart attack. He is survived by mom, Mary (Mike) Holmes; my step mom, Evelyn Bosley; my step siblings Uland (Janice) Gladden, J. Daniel (Donnis) Gladden their daughter Leandra, and Yolanda (Terence); my other siblings Barn (Marlene) Black and their daughter Amanda (Jeff) Buchholz their children: Nolan, Eliana, and Easton; Laureen Black (her children were deceased Darrell at 16 and Davina as an infant); Karen Soccio her son, James Soccio his son Rocco; my brother Dan (Laura) Bosley and their daughters McKenna and Natalie; my youngest brother Mark (Toneishia) their daughter Alasia; my sister Jodie Judd and her son Joshua; and finally me (and Bill).

His parents, my grandparents died in their mid 60’s. He had a sister Anne, who passed a couple of years ago, younger brother Frederick ("Teddy") who died quite some time ago; and my Uncle Tony is still living.

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The memorial service will be held on Sunday @ 7pm at the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses, 185 Kensington Avenue, Buffalo, New York.


A eulogy, written by my brother, Michael, for those of us 'on the outside' is here.