Gail K. Hoehl

[David] Gail was the soul of kindness and thoughtfulness. One example particularly stands out in my mind. At a gathering whose host’s cat had recently delivered a litter, all the other partygoers were focusing on, exclaiming over, and playing with the kittens. Gail, however, spent her time giving attention and love and praise to their otherwise disregarded mother. She wanted to make sure that little animal felt appreciated and didn’t get lost in all the excitement. From then on, Gail had a personal motto, “Care for the mother cat,” and when she became a mother cat herself, she continued to be just as kind and thoughtful as she put her every ounce of energy and strength into giving her kitten a firm foundation for a successful, satisfying life.

[Dana] Gail was my first best friend. From summers spent swimming to talking on the phone as grown ups. We have been separated by many miles for many years, but she was always there for me. Although we had completely different personalities, we made a good team. She was the sugar and I was the spice. She was glitter and bling and I was polos and plaid. She was the first person to know I was going to have a baby. Gail was smart, driven to succeed, and dedicated to be the best at anything she did. She gave 100% to anything she did - piano, flamingo collecting, being a wonderful wife to David and mother to Lilli. She was amazing at whatever she became interested in. Gail would take on challenges head on. She would work for hours to create the most beautiful ice skating dresses for Lilli. She could take scraps of fabric and turn them into a beautiful masterpiece. Gail had many physical limitations later in life; however, she met them with grace and determination. She had a beautiful, loving soul and will always be my best friend, no matter where she is. "I didn't miss you when you were here, but now I miss you every day." I Love You!!

[Rose] Over the years of her life, Gail and I had such fun together, from decorating her first studio/apartment to simply sharing holidays and being together. For most of her life she suffered from rheumatoid arthritis, but again and again her fighting spirit rose to the occasion: she completed her music degrees; gave public performances; operated successful teaching studios in Texas and Maryland; and, after her marriage, was a joyful companion and wife to her husband, David, and mom to her beautiful daughter, Lillian Rose.

It was a privilege and honor to be the mother of this special woman God entrusted to me.

Her family is grieving because we no longer will share her laughter, see her smile at her daughter, or hear the playful intellectual bantering with her husband. There is comfort in knowing that after years of pain and fighting she can now rest. Rest in peace, daughter.