My Spellbinding Parents

Dad, your chest was mangled in the Battle of the Bulge, where you earned 2 Purple Hearts with one German bullet. You quipped that it was too good a bargain to pass up and held me spellbound as a kid with your tale about the surgeon stitching a secret map into your chest to sneak back across enemy lines to the front. Years later I realized just how tall a tale that was!

Mom, you walked in on my friends and I listening to Pink Floyd's song ("Did ya' hear the falling bombs, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter...") and said, "No, I didn't wonder at all; I knew why..." and held us spellbound with your story. You nursed orphans and soldiers at Guys Hospital in London and held mattresses up against the windows during the nightly air raids.

I'm in no hurry to reunite, but know with every fiber of my being that one glorious day I will join you in eternal chorus!

You were never eager to leave the house those last few years, but once you had one foot out the door you loved our adventures on the road (and water!).

When we'd come to visit and you didn't answer the phone we knew all we had to do is find the sunniest spot in the yard and there you'd be.  This was your typical reaction every time you laid eyes on us!

Thinking of you as I hang your garland, and treasure all the small ornaments and decorations you have passed on... miss sitting on the porch with you gazing out onto the land and creatures you loved so much.  
Love you Nan

Tales of her childhood in Waterford and words of encouragement for her grandchildren, all spoken with a soft Irish brogue. Kettle always at the ready to pour a proper cup o' tea. Quick with a laugh and a "what's new?" to catch up on life. Kind, caring, spirited, resilient. Just a few memories and words to describe my Nan. Her presence on earth will be deeply missed by those fortunate enough to have known her, though I have no doubt she's looking out for us from up above while dancing with the family and friends who've been eagerly awaiting her arrival. Love you always, Nan.

Our dear Billie.. When I was a child,  I spent as much time at your house as I did my own, you were a second Mother to me... I'll treasure those moments forever.. You and Mary have 35 years to catch up on,  so pour a cup of tea and rest easy.💗

I have known Eileen (Billie) Kearsey Potash since I was a little girl. She and my mother, Mary Gizas, were the best of friends for over 40 years.  Losing Bllie is like losing a part of my own family.  May she rest in peace and enjoy her cup of tea with Frank, Charles and my Mom....

I'll forever treasure our long walks in the woods, the many shared cups of hot tea, and of course your patented behind the ears rosebud kisses.  

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Ellen Kearsey Potash

June 28, 1924 – December 16, 2021

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