Geraldine Edith Boehme

She was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA, but also resided in Indiana, PA, Tupelo, MS, Grayslake, IL, Marietta, GA, and White, GA.

During her time here on earth, she was a daughter, sister, niece, cousin, friend, wife, sister-in-law, aunt, mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother.

She spent 35 years as the beloved wife of my father, Terry, until he was called home in 2003. For the last 22 years, my mom and I have walked together on a journey of healing with God. He brought us friends, family, and more joy than we could have ever imagined.

My mom’s home was always a welcome haven for everyone who entered. She treated her guests like family, fostering an atmosphere of love, warmth, and beauty, both indoors and out. Her yard was her canvas that displayed her gift for landscaping and love for flowers.

She loved helping anyone and was the person people called when they had questions about cooking, gardening, decorating and entertaining. She always had a cold bottle of water for anyone that looked like they needed one, especially the sanitation workers, delivery men, and mail carriers

Of all the roles she had in her life, her title as “Mimi” was undoubtedly her most treasured. My daughters, Megan, Zoe and Allie were the light of her life, and that love was reciprocated tenfold to her. Mimi’s house had everything “her girls” ever needed - bubbles, every type of marker/crayon/colored pencil, art supplies, stickers, fun toys, books, stuffed animals, delicious food, new clothes, bikes, and even two rooms especially for them. She loved having them stay at her house and taking them shopping. Seeing my mom with my daughters was the most beautiful expression of love I've ever known.

During her battle with vascular dementia and cancer for the past two and half years, God demonstrated and illuminated His love for her and me. My most precious memory during that time was when we prayed together for her to receive Jesus as her Lord and Savior on August 27th. It was an honor to be her daughter and caretaker.

Oh, how she will be missed. Her friends will miss talking and visiting with her. Her brother, John Insogna, will miss reminiscing about growing up in an Italian family. Janice Bagely, her Hospice nurse and dear friend, will miss sharing stories and hearing my mom’s laughter. My girls, my husband, Darren Gladieux, and I, Tara Gladieux, will miss everything about her.

Her last days on earth were filled with joy as she was surrounded by the people she loved and who loved her the most. God gave her the sweetest and most beautiful ending to her story.