Beatrice Morrow - Online Memorial Website

My deepest condolences.  May these few words from the Holy Scriptures bring you comfort in your time of grief...

John 11:32-45

32 And so Mary, when she arrived where Jesus was and caught sight of him, fell at his feet, saying to him: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” 33 Jesus, therefore, when he saw her weeping and the Jews that came with her weeping, groaned in the spirit and became troubled; 34 and he said: “Where have YOU laid him?” They said to him: “Lord, come and see.” 35 Jesus gave way to tears. 36 Therefore the Jews began to say: “See, what affection he used to have for him!” 37 But some of them said: “Was not this [man] that opened the eyes of the blind man able to prevent this one from dying?”

38 Hence Jesus, after groaning again within himself, came to the memorial tomb. It was, in fact, a cave, and a stone was lying against it.39 Jesus said: “TAKE the stone away.” Martha, the sister of the deceased, said to him: “Lord, by now he must smell, for it is four days.”40 Jesus said to her: “Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” 41 Therefore they took the stone away. Now Jesus raised his eyes heavenward and said: “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. 42 True, I knew that you always hear me; but on account of the crowd standing around I spoke, in order that they might believe that you sent me forth.” 43 And when he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice: “Laz´a·rus, come on out!” 44The [man] that had been dead came out with his feet and hands bound with wrappings, and his countenance was bound about with a cloth. Jesus said to them: “Loose him and let him go.”

45 Therefore many of the Jews that had come to Mary and that beheld what he did put faith in him;

Please go to the following link for more information regarding the Hope expressed in this passage

http://www.jw.org/en/publications/books/dead-live-again-tract/dead-live-again 

 BEA!!

I just happened to see your beautiful site and noticed today is Bea's family. Then I noticed her date of death and saw it was just 11 days after my Joe passed away of pancreatic cancer.  I'm sure they are all together with our Lord making sure we make it through another day.  We need to remember that memories live forever. Our loved ones will live eternally in our hearts, never to be forgotten.  God bless you all.

Kitty

 

Thank you so much for your kind words - & the poem.  I saw the pictures from your bench dedication - I'm sure your mom visits it often.  What a great gesture!!  I just returned from TN - my father has just been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer - spread to his other organs.  I never grew up with him - but he has been in & out of my life - he was there for my mom last year - so I hope she is there for him now.   He told me how much he misses her - talking on the phone & when he would visit NJ he would take her out for pizza.  Can't imagine him gone - but have to accept it.

My nephew plays baseball - his team made the state & regional championships - my mother was - is - his biggest fan! I know she was an angel in the outfield!!  I know she is so proud!!!!!

I have read some of your mom's stories & find them so interesting!  She sounds like a real class lady - I hope she's sharing some with my mom!!

Thanks for listening & take care

Diane

 

To Bea's Family

 

I was passing by & came accross this site & it broke my heart!  My mom Claire passed away April 16th, 2007 from lung cancer.  they had her on the morphine drip & before she was completly out of it the last words we heard also were "I love you too" - we never got to see mom again or hear her voice!!  We miss her so much - so I know how much you are missing Bea!!  I have a site for mom here also - clairesullivan.lastlast-memories if you would like to visit!!  I will light a candle in Bea's memory!  God bless you & your family - & like it was said I wish you peace from watching someone you love sucumb to this disease - it's not easy!!

Jack,

If called to speak I would have told the group that in 2006 the Cambria American Legion Post set out to produce a WWII Camp Show to raise money to assist our active duty men and women. Shortly into the production, Bobbie Monroe, our director, succumbed to the impact of her own hell with cancer. Just as we were about to fold our cards, Bea stepped up to the plate and said, "I'll do it". Having never met her I was totally unprepared for what was to come. I soon learned that Bea never tackles nor does anything in moderation. She threw herself into a production that was beyond hope. Within 72 hours of our opening night I was considering contacting a real estate agent to assist me in selling the house as I knew our play was never going to open. Like Jack said, it was a smash hit and we were even invited to ‘take it on the road’. Because of Bea, enough funds were raised to accomplish the following:

 

When a local pastor was in his final battle with cancer the profits from Bea’s play paid for his two sons, both on active duty, to return to Cambria to give their last good-bys and later, they returned to attend his funeral. When a Coast Union High School graduate returned from Iraq with the Marines, he, within one month of his wife giving birth, was seriously injured from an accidental fall. The profits of the show were used to pay for the hotel bills for the Marine’s wife and his parents while he underwent multiple surgeries. They still cover the transportation expenses for this Marine as he is taken daily to a rehabilitation center. There is also a new crib, purchased with the play’s profits, that is in their home and awaits the newborn child. Between the dates of performances and the 2006 Holiday season, Bea’s play paid for the purchasing and shipping of over 600 pounds of gifts and supplies that were sent to 31 soldiers, stationed all over the world. Her only stipulation was that the Post always takes care of James “Josh” Rose, the grandson whom she loved with all her heart.

 

Bea Morrow was a woman who continued to give long after her passing. To her, death was only another inconvenience in the great play of life.

 

Ron Waltman

Commander

American Legion Post 432

BEa (or Ms. Morrow, as I used to call her) was the most influential teacher I ever had.  When they cancelled drama at my high school I threatened to drop out - until they allowed me to take a class with Bea at another school for half the day.  We stayed in touch until a few weeks before her death.  I had no idea she was as sick as she was - she made it sound like the cancer was akin to a cold that she was now over.  She sent me a copy of Jack's book and told me how wonderful it was and a quick read.  She was beautiful and loving and committed to so many wonderful causes.  It just sickens me that she is gone but Bush lives on.  I wanted her to live forever - but that's just selfish.  As my friends tell me, there are special people that God wants to have with them - so she's probably here and at environmental hearings and on hikes - as an angel - watching over us and teaching us what's really important in life.  How lucky for Jack to have spent so many wonderful years with her.  It's never enough.  But what joy.  So few can say that about their marriage - but Jack and Bea had that.  And respect.  Goodbye Bea.  I love you.  I feel your presence, even as I write this.  Strong spirits like that are never gone.  With love,  Denise

This is a poem from David Beeunas, Wayne and Tami's son. 6th grade.

 

                                             Mama

Mama stop running away don't leave me now I need you more than ever

as you lay there half dead and slowly dying the rest of us sitting here crying

as your grip gets tighter your pulse get slower our hearts get lower

and now this thread we call life you hold stonger to than ever but its getting

thinner and its about to break

hold on mama I'm coming I'm running it won't be long

but its to late you've already gone

but mama please don't go your time hasn't come

it even seems as if your life has just begun

I miss you already

it was just yesterday your pulse was steady

Mama before you go I just want you to know

I love you and always will

 

Thinking of you Mark I wrote this for you

                                                            David

It's hard to find the words to express our sadness at your, and our, loss. Joyce and I feel privileged to have known Bea and to have worked with her toward the goals we shared. Bea always made her opinions clear and never gave up on those goals. She was generous, and in spite of her ordeal, she remained concerned about us. We can't forget that.

Dear Jack and Family: Our thoughts are with you as you try to deal with you loss