Her battle with cancer was long and arduous. I was convinced that if anyone could whip cancer, Mary Bea could. She was tough, a fighter. She'd been through a lot in her all-too-short life. She was only 43.
I can't claim to know why God allowed this, but I do know that Mary was a very different woman when she died than when I met her 19 years ago. Back then, she was brash, blunt, dare I say rude? She had a short temper and you didn't want to get on her bad side.
Having cancer changed her. She was still pretty blunt, but she became softer somehow. Her perspective changed. It was quite obvious that love became her standard. Mary was a nurse, and her patients adored her. I've never met anyone as strong as Mary. She never complained. She put others first. She fought for what was right. She was strong in her faith. She was funny, feisty, and loyal. She really was an amazing woman.
The week before she died, on Easter, she participated in our family egg-pocking competition. She was so much like her dad; in it til the end. And she sure could rock that bald head!





