Linda Kaye Curth

Linda graduated from Murphy High School in Mobile, Alabama, and later attended Georgia State University, but her real education came from living boldly, joyfully, and often hilariously.

She loved her children fiercely: her daughter Kimberly Curth Copus and her son Jamison “Chase” Curth, who passed just weeks before her. If there’s ever been proof that heartbreak and devotion are real, it was Linda following her beloved Chase so closely. He inherited her razor-sharp wit, her love of life, and her stubborn refusal to be told how to live, traits she wore like badges of honor.

Linda adored fashion and worked for decades at the Atlanta Apparel Mart for Arnold Helman, where she took tremendous pride in helping women find the perfect outfit. She had the eye, the confidence, and the honesty to tell you when something worked and when it absolutely did not. Her own closet was legendary: beautiful clothes, fabulous jewelry, multiple real mink coats (none of that faux nonsense), and without exception matching tennis shoes for every single outfit. Style is about commitment.

Her tastes were… refined. Linda loved dirty jokes, the National Enquirer, and the Alabama Crimson Tide. She took joy, deep, soul-satisfying joy, in yelling “ROLL TIDE!” at the top of her lungs whenever Alabama played Georgia, despite the ongoing objections of her children, both proud University of Georgia graduates. This was not accidental. This was football.

She loved slow drives to look at Christmas lights, always with the volume turned up on her favorites: Jackie Wilson, Elvis, Willie Nelson, and Fleetwood Mac, dancing and singing along like she was headlining the show.

Linda had a deep appreciation for New Orleans, a city she loved almost as much as her family. She famously claimed her daughter Kimberly was conceived there after two hurricanes and a long night at Pat O’Brien’s, as she delighted in telling anyone within earshot. It must have been in her blood, because Kimberly now lives in New Orleans with her own family, continuing the legacy.

Linda was a fabulous cook, believed a tan fixed almost everything, and could often be found sunbathing at Kingsley Pool or in the backyard, soaking up the sun like it owed her money. She also loved playing bridge with her friends, equal parts strategy, gossip, and laughter.

She was happiest near the ocean, book in hand, usually a romance novel, and a breeze blowing in from the Gulf. She cherished spring and summer trips to Panama City Beach, cruising the Miracle Strip, freedom, and nostalgia. Mandatory stops included Krispy Kreme whenever the “Hot Now” sign was lit (non-negotiable) and lunch breaks at Krystal’s. She had an excellent culinary palate, particularly when it came to a chili cheese dog and frosted orange from The Varsity.

She was preceded in death by her cherished son Chase, her adored mother Betty Driscoll, whom she worshipped, her dear brother-in-law Joe Dheron, and her cousin and chosen sister Donna Kinzer.

She is survived by her daughter Kimberly Curth Copus (Adam); her beloved grandchildren Dempsey and Harton Copus, sister and kindred spirit Suzanne Dheron, with whom she shared an unbreakable bond; her cousin LouAnn Meisel (Jeff) who she loved sharing a laugh with and their children Landon and Macy Meisel; Jack Kinzer, Donna’s husband and family always. As well as her nephew Scot Dheron who she loved talking to on the phone.

Linda will be remembered for making people cry laughing, for her lightning-fast wit, her impeccable style, and for loving her family and friends with her whole heart. She was unforgettable, unfiltered, always perfectly put together—and heaven just got a whole lot louder (and better dressed).