Bonnie Jean Hutton

Bonnie Jean Hutton (nee: Kovach), age 68 of Clinton Township, died May 12, 2014 at Beaumont Hospital in Troy, surrounded by her loving family.She was born May 5, 1946 in Detroit, daughter of George "Lindy" Kovach and Sophie (nee: Romanski) Edwards (the late Rex).Bonnie attended South Lake High School in St. Clair Shores. Not long after graduating, her life would take on a wonderful new meaning as she promised herself in marriage to the dashing, Dean Hutton on April 24, 1965. He watched his bride take those precious and momentous steps down the aisle at St. Thomas the Apostle Catholic Church in Detroit, where the two hearts were joined as one as their journey of love began. As they embarked on their path towards the future, these two lovebirds decided to make their home in the growing community of Roseville. It was there that Bonnie and Dean would build a home, raise a family, and grow deeper in love with each passing day. After the children were grown and life became more comfortable, Bonnie and her Beau picked up stakes and relocated to Clinton Township where they enjoyed the fruits of their labors and the pleasures that come with new surroundings.Along with being a loving wife and mother, Bonnie was also a professional woman who enjoyed a career outside of the house as well. For 33 years, she worked as a teller in the banking industry. What began with the nostalgic Empire Bank in Detroit eventually became a longstanding and devoted career with what is known today as Comerica Bank. Bonnie was quite proud of her work, a position that afforded her the pleasure and privilege of being smack in the middle of customer service,…a natural fit for this "people-person" kind of lady. She loved interacting with the customers and managed to build quite a clientele of regulars over the years, many of whom became good friends. They, along with the treasured friends she had acquired amongst her co-workers, made for a career environment that was more like a daily dose of fun & friendship,…like a special, extended family that she couldn't wait to see each day. And it just doesn't get better than that!It's been said; "when you're eatin', you're happy"…and this must have been one of Bonnie's mantras, for sure. Every Friday night was a dinner date with her friends. On Tuesday evenings, it was the "girls' night out" for dinner at Apple Annie's. But perhaps most precious and meaningful to Bonnie were the traditional Sunday dinners around the table with her soulmate, her children and grandchildren,…kind of like the 21st century Walton's. At a time when it appears that the "family unit" in our society seems to be unraveling, every Sunday evening found Bonnie doing her heart's best to weave a fabric whose strength was bound by the ties of family,…and love. Those Sunday dinners were enveloped by so much more than food, but let's just say that there were many-a-happy bellies at Bonnie's Buffet.There was much about life that Bonnie found delight in, with the holidays being some of the most cherished memories of all. The Christmas season was HUGE for her, and she always pulled out all the stops to make it special and memorable. Of course, the food had to be just right,…and festive. For those who were blessed to partake,…if you close your eyes and simply imagine, you can probably taste that scrumptious Dearborn Ham that adorned her table on Christmas Eve. Another Christmas favorite for Bonnie was the traditional hanging of the ornaments by the grandchildren. For whatever reason, every year found her little cherubs hanging all of their pieces on the same side of the tree,…making for quite the lopsided spectacle. And yet, it just never seemed to matter. What mattered was "family tradition." Christmas afternoons were also quite special as it was then that she truly enjoyed the gathering of her siblings and their families. Then there was that special day, set aside in December, that she always held dear when her side of the family would convene to share some Christmas joy, exchange some gifts, and swap some great recipes and stories as well. From her husband to the littlest child in the room, it was a day in the year that Bonnie anticipated with the utmost in family remembrance.Then came New Year's. Here we go with the food again. That Dearborn Ham is history,…now it's time for Bonnie's mouth-watering New Year's Lasagna. We're talkin' homemade,…made from scratch with hands that worked some incredible Italian Magic! Got garlic? Once the appetites were satisfied, New Year's day held the opportunity for Bonnie to visit with her sister-in-laws and their spouses,…another wonderful family time of making memories and nurturing love. And if she didn't give enough at the holiday's, another occasion that Bonnie loved to highlight was everybody's birthdays. If it was your birthday, you could count on a cake, a card, and the ever-popular party hat and musical bear. And once the memory was all in place, it was time for the infamous Photo-Op. Of course, the shot NEVER seemed to be sufficient the first time around,…so it was "hold that pose while I get a second shot." It was like a tradition all its own.As for some of the memorable moments, for both her and the family, the Disney World Trip of 2010 will remain one of the most spectacular events to reflect upon,…a recollection that is shared at least once a month and followed by some kind of a funny story, or simply a chance to reminisce about what a special time everyone enjoyed. It was a treat for the entire family, so the stories are many and meaningful. Family meant the world to Bonnie, but none-so-much as her precious grandchildren. It was through their eyes and hearts that she garnered the greatest portion of joy that life had to offer,…like the days gone by when she would whisk them off to the excitement and fun of the Michigan State Fair,…or the summer trips she would surprise them with, like the time they got to experience the wonder of the Science Center in Ohio. Yet of all the Grandmotherly moments she cherished deeply, having her little ones spend the night was right there at the top of the list. There's just something tender about watching your little ones at rest,…their tiny eyes closed and not a care in the world,…especially when you're cradling them in your arms. They may grow out of your ability to cradle them, but they never cease to be your "little ones." And that's the joy that Bonnie realized in the gifts she'd been given. Even to the end, the sleepovers were Da Bomb!Family reunions were also a hit with Bonnie. They were held every 3rd year, and the next occasion was to be in 2016. Bonnie's contributions to these special family times were genuine and immeasurable, and her absence will leave a deep and lasting chasm. Though they weren't family, they might as well have been when recalling how much care and attention Bonnie shared with her extended family at the Roseville Masonic Lodge. Dean was a devout Mason and was highly involved in many of their community events,…and guess who he brought along for the ride? Whether it was a picnic, a country breakfast, a spaghetti dinner, or any other variation of community outreach, there was Bonnie supporting her man and enjoying the fraternal friendships that were built throughout the years. Some of these friends were of the Canadian nature, so trips to Canada were often on the agenda. And sharing a list of the things that brought her joy and pleasure just wouldn't be complete without mentioning how much she enjoyed riding on the back of Dean's motorcycle. Of course, this goes back to their younger days, but the memories were as fresh as if they'd just climbed off the bike. And not merely being on the bike with her man, Bonnie also had a great time at all the biker events they used to attend. Call it yet another form of an extended family in her life. (There seems to be a pattern here, eh?)Those are many of the things she enjoyed,…but what about the woman? Whether family member or friend, her devotion reigned supreme. She had the kindness of a saint, she cared beyond measure, and possessed a beautiful spirit both inside and out. Giving came easy for Bonnie, and she did so expecting nothing in return. Her generosity exceeded that of the average person,…and as the old adage states; "she's the kind of person who'd give you the shirt off her back." She was honest and forthright, and there was never any second-guessing where you stood with her. She must have ascribed to the belief that God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason…for she was a great listener. Yet she could tell a funny story with the best of them. Even if you were hearing it for the second time, she could still have you in stitches. When it came to being a Grandma, there was none more proud than Bonnie. From her eldest, Jessica, who instilled her with a great deal of pride as she fulfilled her dream of attaining a Bachelors of Science degree in Criminal Justice, then got accepted to the Detroit Police Department's Training Academy in pursuit of her goal of becoming a police officer. Then there's Austin who has made her quite proud through his diligence and discipline in attaining his various degrees within DeMolay. A program designed to help young men become extraordinary adults, Austin has already shown that he shaping up to be quite an exceptional grandson. Jacob, who seems to be following in his brothers' footsteps through DeMolay, is the more athletic one of the bunch and is also striving hard to bolster his grades in school. Granddaughter Rebekah, a member of the Rainbow Girl's Club, continues to study hard, but really shines as the social butterfly of the family. And the youngest, Hannah, is Grandma's Little Bookworm,…quite savvy when it comes to reading, which must attribute to her obtaining straight A's in school. Hannah is also Bonnie's musically inclined granddaughter and quite adept on her flute, along with possessing a loveable personality as well. A loving wife, mother and grandmother, Bonnie led a full life and reached the end with no regrets. Following her cancer diagnosis, she fought her battle valiantly and with a never-give-up attitude. But she certainly didn't do it alone. Along with the support and prayers of a loving family, a network of wonderful friends, and a group of doctors that made all the difference, Bonnie's battles were a shared experience that taught many a lesson about determination, resilience, and faith. In the end, Bonnie reached a place where she could let go,…and so she did. She didn't want to leave her loved ones, but she found a place of peace within that made the good-bye's bearable. Bonnie's life impacted countless hearts and souls, and she leaves behind a storehouse of warm & wonderful memories that will forever keep her close amidst the absence. She will be missed immensely and loved eternally. May she rest in peace.She was the beloved wife of Dean for 49 years. Loving mother of David (Dawn), and Mark (Sarah) Hutton. Loving grandmother of Jessica Huber, Austin, Jacob, Rebekah, and Hannah Hutton. Sister of Barbara (Jim) Thomson, Kenneth (Chris), and the late Jerry (the late Joann) Kovach. Sister in law of Clarice (Ceburn) Hill-Christopher, Bonita (Richard) Lisiecki, Cheryl (the late Hugh) Dowell, Nancy Hutton, and the late Robert, Curtis (Tobie), and Dennis Hutton. She is also survived by many nieces, nephews and many other loving family members and friends.Visitation for Bonnie will be held Thursday, May 15th, 5-9pm and Friday, May 16th, 2-9pm at the D.S. Temrowski & Sons Funeral Home, 30009 Hoover Road at Common (12 1/2 Mile Rd.) in Warren. Her Funeral Service will be held at 10:00am on Saturday, May 17th at the Funeral Home.In lieu of flowers Memorial Donations are appreciated to St. Jude or the Capuchin Father's in Detroit.Please share memories at her guest book.