Brandon- Zsido,Phyllis F. 70, Died Nov 10,2008 .A Funeral Mass was held at St Mary's Catholic Church in Brandon on Nov 13,2008.The Rev.Albert'Skip"Baltz,pastor was celebrant. Beares were Ernie Lane,Kevin Lane,Brian Lane and Gary Stanley.Private burial took place in Riverside Cemetery in Proctor.Arrangements were under the direction of the Miller & Ketcham Funeral Home in Brandon.
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My mom was a very talented artist who enjoyed painting; she did water colors, oil, pastel and charcoal drawing as well as pencil drawing.
A few of my favorite pictures my mom had done when I was a child was her drawing and oil painting of the last supper, she also did a charcoal drawing of the last supper, which she gave both as gifts.
My mom also had drawn many New England bridges and log cabins scenes, sometimes from recall. I will always cherish the memories of watching my mom take a blank canvas and making it come to life.
My mom's favorite past time was playing bingo, she enjoyed being with her friends and making new friends, and she was always there to give a helping hand to anyone who was in need. My mother was very loved by all who knew her.
My mother was a woman of valor; I admired her steadfastness in the face of enduring pain that was relentless on her aging body and eventually took her life.
The last few years of my mom's life were very hard on her, she had health conditions that would get worse over time.
My mom had three blocked arteries that could not be touched by conventional methods; her only chance of unblocking them was a new procedure the doctors were waiting on to come out.
My mom had waited two years or so for the new procedure to come out in her area and finally the news come, the procedure was out and an appointment was set.
I remember how excited and hopeful my mom was that this was going to unblock her arteries, she knew as well as the rest of the family it met life or death, her heart was failing under the pressure of the blockages.
The new procedure was unsuccessful due to my mom's arties not only being very small but by this point the arties were almost 100% blocked, my mom‘s heart was not only under great pressure to work, but it was also now on borrowed time.
My mom's silent disappointment was not only deafening, but shattered my heart. I knew I had to work towards let her go and do all I could to help my mom as she traveled down this road of pain and disappointment on her final journey here on earth.
Time passed and mom had taking a really bad fall and shattered one of her hips due to being on to many drugs which were interacting with each other, that fall not only lead to her demise but was to reveal what my mom would ultimately end up dieing from.
My mom also had a disease called chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) which destroyed her lungs. We were told our mother not only needed a heart transplant but also a lung transplant, yet she was not a candidate for either due to her heart being so bad at this point.
My mom had her hip repaired the best it could be done and she did rehabilitation at a nursing home before going to stay with my younger sister and her family who lived in VT.
Not long after mom moved in with my sister she become very ill again, this time it was discovered my mom's colon was dead due to a bacteria no one even knew was there, this bacteria had spread rapidly eventually taking our mothers precious life.
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My mom was a very talented artist who enjoyed painting; she did water colors, oil, pastel and charcoal drawing as well as pencil drawing.
A few of my favorite pictures my mom had done when I was a child was her drawing and oil painting of the last supper, she also did a charcoal drawing of the last supper, which she gave both as gifts.
My mom also had drawn many New England bridges and log cabins scenes, sometimes from recall. I will always cherish the memories of watching my mom take a blank canvas and making it come to life.
My mom's favorite past time was playing bingo, she enjoyed being with her friends and making new friends, and she was always there to give a helping hand to anyone who was in need. My mother was very loved by all who knew her.
My mother was a woman of valor; I admired her steadfastness in the face of enduring pain that was relentless on her aging body and eventually took her life.
The last few years of my mom's life were very hard on her, she had health conditions that would get worse over time.
My mom had three blocked arteries that could not be touched by conventional methods; her only chance of unblocking them was a new procedure the doctors were waiting on to come out.
My mom had waited two years or so for the new procedure to come out in her area and finally the news come, the procedure was out and an appointment was set.
I remember how excited and hopeful my mom was that this was going to unblock her arteries, she knew as well as the rest of the family it met life or death, her heart was failing under the pressure of the blockages.
The new procedure was unsuccessful due to my mom's arties not only being very small but by this point the arties were almost 100% blocked, my mom‘s heart was not only under great pressure to work, but it was also now on borrowed time.
My mom's silent disappointment was not only deafening, but shattered my heart. I knew I had to work towards let her go and do all I could to help my mom as she traveled down this road of pain and disappointment on her final journey here on earth.
Time passed and mom had taking a really bad fall and shattered one of her hips due to being on to many drugs which were interacting with each other, that fall not only lead to her demise but was to reveal what my mom would ultimately end up dieing from.
My mom also had a disease called chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) which destroyed her lungs. We were told our mother not only needed a heart transplant but also a lung transplant, yet she was not a candidate for either due to her heart being so bad at this point.
My mom had her hip repaired the best it could be done and she did rehabilitation at a nursing home before going to stay with my younger sister and her family who lived in VT.
Not long after mom moved in with my sister she become very ill again, this time it was discovered my mom's colon was dead due to a bacteria no one even knew was there, this bacteria had spread rapidly eventually taking our mothers precious life.
Brandon- Zsido,Phyllis F. 70, Died Nov 10,2008 .A Funeral Mass was held at St Mary's Catholic Church in Brandon on Nov 13,2008.The Rev.Albert'Skip"Baltz,pastor was celebrant. Beares were Ernie Lane,Kevin Lane,Brian Lane and Gary Stanley.Private burial took place in Riverside Cemetery in Proctor.Arrangements were under the direction of the Miller & Ketcham Funeral Home in Brandon.
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My mom was a very talented artist who enjoyed painting; she did water colors, oil, pastel and charcoal drawing as well as pencil drawing.
A few of my favorite pictures my mom had done when I was a child was her drawing and oil painting of the last supper, she also did a charcoal drawing of the last supper, which she gave both as gifts.
My mom also had drawn many New England bridges and log cabins scenes, sometimes from recall. I will always cherish the memories of watching my mom take a blank canvas and making it come to life.
My mom's favorite past time was playing bingo, she enjoyed being with her friends and making new friends, and she was always there to give a helping hand to anyone who was in need. My mother was very loved by all who knew her.
My mother was a woman of valor; I admired her steadfastness in the face of enduring pain that was relentless on her aging body and eventually took her life.
The last few years of my mom's life were very hard on her, she had health conditions that would get worse over time.
My mom had three blocked arteries that could not be touched by conventional methods; her only chance of unblocking them was a new procedure the doctors were waiting on to come out.
My mom had waited two years or so for the new procedure to come out in her area and finally the news come, the procedure was out and an appointment was set.
I remember how excited and hopeful my mom was that this was going to unblock her arteries, she knew as well as the rest of the family it met life or death, her heart was failing under the pressure of the blockages.
The new procedure was unsuccessful due to my mom's arties not only being very small but by this point the arties were almost 100% blocked, my mom‘s heart was not only under great pressure to work, but it was also now on borrowed time.
My mom's silent disappointment was not only deafening, but shattered my heart. I knew I had to work towards let her go and do all I could to help my mom as she traveled down this road of pain and disappointment on her final journey here on earth.
Time passed and mom had taking a really bad fall and shattered one of her hips due to being on to many drugs which were interacting with each other, that fall not only lead to her demise but was to reveal what my mom would ultimately end up dieing from.
My mom also had a disease called chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) which destroyed her lungs. We were told our mother not only needed a heart transplant but also a lung transplant, yet she was not a candidate for either due to her heart being so bad at this point.
My mom had her hip repaired the best it could be done and she did rehabilitation at a nursing home before going to stay with my younger sister and her family who lived in VT.
Not long after mom moved in with my sister she become very ill again, this time it was discovered my mom's colon was dead due to a bacteria no one even knew was there, this bacteria had spread rapidly eventually taking our mothers precious life.
____________________________________________________________
My mom was a very talented artist who enjoyed painting; she did water colors, oil, pastel and charcoal drawing as well as pencil drawing.
A few of my favorite pictures my mom had done when I was a child was her drawing and oil painting of the last supper, she also did a charcoal drawing of the last supper, which she gave both as gifts.
My mom also had drawn many New England bridges and log cabins scenes, sometimes from recall. I will always cherish the memories of watching my mom take a blank canvas and making it come to life.
My mom's favorite past time was playing bingo, she enjoyed being with her friends and making new friends, and she was always there to give a helping hand to anyone who was in need. My mother was very loved by all who knew her.
My mother was a woman of valor; I admired her steadfastness in the face of enduring pain that was relentless on her aging body and eventually took her life.
The last few years of my mom's life were very hard on her, she had health conditions that would get worse over time.
My mom had three blocked arteries that could not be touched by conventional methods; her only chance of unblocking them was a new procedure the doctors were waiting on to come out.
My mom had waited two years or so for the new procedure to come out in her area and finally the news come, the procedure was out and an appointment was set.
I remember how excited and hopeful my mom was that this was going to unblock her arteries, she knew as well as the rest of the family it met life or death, her heart was failing under the pressure of the blockages.
The new procedure was unsuccessful due to my mom's arties not only being very small but by this point the arties were almost 100% blocked, my mom‘s heart was not only under great pressure to work, but it was also now on borrowed time.
My mom's silent disappointment was not only deafening, but shattered my heart. I knew I had to work towards let her go and do all I could to help my mom as she traveled down this road of pain and disappointment on her final journey here on earth.
Time passed and mom had taking a really bad fall and shattered one of her hips due to being on to many drugs which were interacting with each other, that fall not only lead to her demise but was to reveal what my mom would ultimately end up dieing from.
My mom also had a disease called chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) which destroyed her lungs. We were told our mother not only needed a heart transplant but also a lung transplant, yet she was not a candidate for either due to her heart being so bad at this point.
My mom had her hip repaired the best it could be done and she did rehabilitation at a nursing home before going to stay with my younger sister and her family who lived in VT.
Not long after mom moved in with my sister she become very ill again, this time it was discovered my mom's colon was dead due to a bacteria no one even knew was there, this bacteria had spread rapidly eventually taking our mothers precious life.
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