A letter from her daughter Carol Lynch, my Mumma, was a tiny woman with a massive heart. Please see Kellie Lynch’s post about her. She was fierce, sensitive, brave, non-stop in her drive to serve and care for others, and ambitious in creating good times and wonderful memories with her friends and family. She took care of people every day of her life, even as a child. You might see her early morning setting up donuts and coffee or in the afternoon handing out golf ball buckets for the Lions Club. You could find her shopping for a friend or making a meal and delivering it, driving her younger friends to their doctor’s appointments. If you were ill she’d be there doing whatever she could to help you get better. If she saw something that needed doing, she did it. She loved to sing and dance, and music was part of every day of her life. She loved to move and every morning she “got out her weights and got down on the floor” to do her yoga and Pilates. She was a bold matriarch of my sister’s Kellie, Susan, Jean Jeannie, and I and a beloved Nana to our children Timothy, Ian, Angus, Tanner, Katie, Hilary, Grace, and Sophie. We will miss her so. My heart is broken to lose her so soon. She recently turned 84 and we all thought we’d have her til at least 94. Last night we spoke our love to her over and over as she left her body. We wished we could have been holding her physically as well as in our hearts. May her powerful faith carry her home.
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