Elizabeth Mae Logan

Elizabeth Mae (Hursey) Logan, lovingly known as Beth, was born February 24, 1987, in Warsaw, Indiana, to Benjamin and Bobbi (Dove) Hursey. Born and raised in Warsaw, Beth spent the last 19 years of her life in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband and family. On September 12, 2026, Beth entered into eternal rest at the age of 39.

On August 15, 2006, Beth married David Logan in Muncie, Indiana. Together, they shared 20 years of marriage and built a family that included their five children: Kaelyn Elizabeth, Christopher David, Emma Mae, Quintin Eli, and Conner Levi Logan, all of Las Vegas.

Of all the roles Beth held in her life, none meant more to her than being a mom. She loved being a mother more than anything in the world. Her children were an enormous part of her heart and her life. In fact, before epilepsy changed the course of her life, Beth dreamed of having a family of 15 or more children. To those who knew how deeply she loved being a mom, that dream was perfectly Beth.

From the time she was young, it was evident that there was something extraordinary about her. Beth was exceptionally intelligent, naturally talented, creative, and endlessly curious. Throughout her school years, she consistently earned high honors, yet those closest to her would tell you that she rarely seemed to need to study - Beth simply knew things. Her mind worked in a way that amazed the people around her.

In seventh grade, Beth had the opportunity to travel to Australia as an exchange student, an experience that reflected both her adventurous spirit and the promise everyone saw in her from an early age.

After graduating from high school, Beth was accepted as a freshman into Ball State University's College of Architecture and Planning, an accomplishment that was particularly remarkable at the time. Architecture seemed almost made for someone like Beth - a person who could look at something, understand how it worked, remember it, and then create it herself.

Beth was an artist in every sense of the word. She could draw, design, build, or make things simply from seeing them in her mind. She didn't need a pattern or someone to show her how. She could take an idea or a memory and somehow turn it into something real.

And her creativity wasn't limited to what she could make with her hands. Beth had an extraordinary gift with words. She was a beautiful poet who wrote some of the most beautiful poetry her family had ever read. She could write almost anything, and words seemed to come to her as naturally as drawing and creating did.

She could sing, too - and she could even rap battle with the best of them. Rhymes seemed to come to Beth almost effortlessly. While someone else might still be searching for the right word, Beth already had the rhyme, the next line, and probably the one after that. It was another glimpse into the remarkable mind she possessed.

Art, poetry, writing, music, humor - these were not simply things Beth did. Creativity seemed to be woven into who she was.

She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, funny, strong, and capable of loving with her whole heart. Beth had a presence people remembered. She loved deeply, gave so much of herself to those around her, and had a way of making the people she loved feel protected and cared for.

Elizabeth shared an incredibly special bond with her Grandpa and Grandma Dove, whom she loved so very much. To them, she was affectionately known as "Nani Nani" and "Bethy Boo Boo." The story behind "Bethy Boo Boo" became one of those treasured family memories: as a little girl, Elizabeth loved getting into the Band-Aids and putting them all over herself. Before long, "Bethy Boo Boo" was born, and the nickname stayed.

Elizabeth was Grandpa Dove's favorite, and there was no hiding it. She adored her Pawpaw and would follow him around everywhere, wanting to do whatever he was doing and be just like him. She was Pawpaw's little tomboy, and he loved every minute of it.

He taught Elizabeth how to fish, and she loved spending hours with him, whether they were out in his boat or simply sitting together along the seawall in the backyard with their fishing poles. Even before Elizabeth was old enough to start school, she could - and proudly would - bait her own hook and take her own fish off the line. Those quiet hours spent fishing with her Pawpaw became some of the special memories of her childhood.

Sunday mornings brought another tradition she treasured. Elizabeth would pull up a chair beside Pawpaw and help him make his "perfect" biscuits and gravy. The two of them were quite proud of their work and loved to brag about how much better Pawpaw was at making biscuits than Mawmaw.

These were more than childhood activities to Elizabeth. They were moments spent beside a Grandpa she absolutely adored, learning from him, laughing with him, and simply being his little girl. The love Elizabeth had for her Grandpa and Grandma Dove - and the love they had for their "Nani Nani," their "Bethy Boo Boo" - remained an important and beautiful part of her story.

Fifteen years ago, following the birth of her third child, Emma, Beth's life began to change when it was discovered that she was suffering from seizures. After experiencing a prolonged seizure at work, her driver's license was revoked, marking the beginning of what would become an extraordinarily difficult medical journey.

Over the years that followed, Beth and her family sought answers from doctor after doctor and neurologist after neurologist. Despite their efforts, her seizures continued to worsen. She experienced multiple types of seizures, eventually suffering them several times a day. On more than five occasions, Beth endured status epilepticus, repeatedly requiring intensive medical intervention and, nearly every time, life support.

Yet she kept fighting.

For approximately 15 years, Beth fought a relentless and courageous battle against epilepsy, a disease that progressively took away pieces of the life she had once known and changed so many of the dreams she once held for her future. Her family believes that, ultimately, this long battle contributed to taking her from them.

But epilepsy is not how her family chooses to define Beth.

They choose to remember the brilliant young woman who seemed to know everything without opening a textbook. The seventh grader brave enough to travel across the world to Australia. The gifted student accepted into architecture school. The artist who needed no pattern because she could see the finished creation in her mind. The poet who could turn thoughts into beautiful words. The singer who carried music within her. The woman who could rhyme without even seeming to try. The young mother who once dreamed of filling her home with 15 or more children.

They remember the daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, cousin, and friend whose intelligence, humor, creativity, strength, and love made her unmistakably Beth.

Because long before epilepsy began controlling so much of her life, Beth was Beth - and that is the woman her family chooses to remember.

Beth leaves behind her husband of 20 years, David Logan; their five children, Kaelyn Elizabeth, Christopher David, Emma Mae, Quintin Eli, and Conner Levi Logan, all of Las Vegas; her parents, Benjamin and Bobbi (Dove) Hursey of Las Vegas; and her three sisters, Ashley (Jermaine Payne) Hursey of Las Vegas, Breanna (Ashton) Baldridge of Las Vegas, and Katherine (Christiaan) Prenger of the Netherlands.

She also leaves behind five nieces and one nephew: Kaneisha Payne, Ashlynn Baldridge, Ciara Baldridge, Khloe Baldridge, Kamara Payne, and Kaiden Payne, all of Las Vegas.

Beth was preceded in death by her maternal grandparents, John and Beverly Dove of Warsaw, Indiana; her paternal grandparents, Thomas Hursey of Claypool, Indiana, and Violet Hursey Hinkson of Warsaw, Indiana; and her first cousin, James Dove III of Warsaw, Indiana.

To know Beth was to know someone truly special.

She loved deeply. She gave generously of herself. And she left pieces of herself in every life she touched.

To know her was to love her.

To be loved by her was a gift.

We hope she knew how we all truly felt about her and just how deeply every one of us loved her.

There will never be another Beth.

And there will never be a day when she is not loved, remembered, and missed.