Constance O'Bryan

Connie was born and lived her entire life in Mansfield, Ohio; she attended Madison schools and was primarily a home maker. She was the eldest daughter of David and Barbara Burton who both proceeded her in death.

Connie loved sports and her family especially her Great Niece and Great Nephew (her grand babies). Her favorite thing was to watch her Great niece (Kailynn) and her teams (Lady Lex) play softball. She also loved talking football (OSU) and Nascar with her Great nephew (Jonathan). She had even started to learn basketball in hopes of seeing him play for his school next year. In addition she loved the Steelers, family gatherings, camping and used to enjoy bowling for the Son’s Of Herman. Connie never missed a chance to be a part of her family’s lives and activities.

In addition to her parents Connie is proceeded in death by her Grandparents, Brother David, Mother-in-law Georgia Heiche, a special Uncle and Aunt Archie and Louise Layton, and several other Uncles and Aunts.

She is survived by her husband Scott, his 2 children Sara and Holly O’Bryan and their families. 3 sisters Pat, Sandi and Dianna Burton, a brother Michael (Linda) Burton, a Niece whom she thought of as a daughter Tiffany Conn (Matt Wood) and a Great Niece and Nephew she adored beyond words Kailynn and Jonathan Conn (her grand babies). Also included are 4 Nephews Michael, Mark and Wayne Burton and John Conn, 2 Nieces Alasandra Hootman and Loretta Mundell, an Aunt Nancy Dean and several Great Nieces and Nephews. Connie had a host of extended family and special family friends that includes the Layton family. Family was Connie’s greatest treasure and she could make anyone feel welcome in her presences.

A memorial service will be held at a later date. The family asks that condolences and donation toward her final expenses be sent in care of Tiffany Conn 624 Bailey Dr, Mansfield 44904. We would also like to thank Wappners Funeral Home and Med Central’s ICU nurses for their help through a most difficult time.

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So he put His arms around you

And whispered, "Come to me."

With tearful eyes we watched you

As you slowly slipped away

And though we loved you dearly

We couldn’t make you stay.

Your golden heart stopped beating

Your tired hands put to rest

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.