Mary Gillespie passed away November 12, 2019. She is survived by her husband Carl, son Brock, daughter Elyzabeth and 1 grandchild. She is also survived by her brother Edward and three sisters Anita, Patricia and Christina.
To my darling sweet Mary,
I love you so much and there are so many beautiful words to say about you.
You have been and will always be the one true beacon of love and hope that will always dwell in me and your kindness will always live inside my soul. I am and always will be amazed in your true nature of the way you see things of common appearances that have beauty within. You have made this world a much better place with your beautiful, beautiful smile and the gracefulness that comes from another place and time. I want to scream from the highest mountain top of how much love that radiates from your ever-living soul. The angels rejoice with a heavenly celebration to gain a worldly princess of the highest quality to join them in your homecoming. May God be blessed, as he blessed me with all these beautiful years of having you, “MY HONEY BEE” right beside me. I want to thank you, my darlin’, for giving me so many wonderful memories that help me now in this hour of need. You have filled our home and my soul with so much love and kindness that it is still overflowing with the power of the great Niagara. There will never be another sunrise or sunset that will be the same without you by my side. The early morning sky ripped wide open with comforting, heavenly arms of welcoming honor to bring such a beauty home.
Even though we are apart for now, it is only for a while. Our love story will never have an ending. Until we meet again, my love, until we meet again.
I would like to share a beautiful memory of you and I, Honey:
It was on the evening you helped me pack for a long journey to Arizona from Ohio, to set up a new chapter in our lives. You packed all my clothes, personal effects and even helped pack my truck with tools. You packed food for the long trip with a thermos of coffee, a great big hug and kiss and I was on my way.
As I drove further and further from you, with thoughts of happiness from the songs playing on the radio, that I still remember of to this day, I started thinking of the long journey that lay ahead of me, without you sitting in the passenger seat by my side, correcting my driving abilities and my keen sense of direction. Our old green Dodge pick up had other plans in mind though. I recall I was about 100 + miles from home , when my overdrive light started to flash and the truck was warm and cozy from all the love you helped pack in it just 2 hours before. The weather that night was “well you know”, the weather up North isn’t the greatest. So, I kept the old Dodge heading West with high hopes of a life with you in the Arizona Desert, when the transmission started to slip in the overdrive. I pulled into a truckstop and thought to myself, “I must get back to you”, so I turned the truck Eastbound. As I pulled onto the interstate highway, I was losing overdrive, so I dropped the gearshift to 3rd and at a lower pace, I pushed forward toward you. Once 3rd gear went out, I dropped to 2nd and then pulled to the side of an isolated highway. This once 2-hour journey away from home became an eternity to return to.
Pressing forward for hours at a low speed, I finally reached Strasburg in the late hours of the night and had lost all forward gears.
I pulled the truck in reverse and drove 2 miles backwards to you. When the truck could not handle it anymore, reverse failed at the edge of the driveway and who was there waiting for me with open arms and a beautiful smile was you my Darlin’. I promise you now, even if I have to run in reverse to move forward, I will, just to get back to you my darlin’ Mary.
My Poem to you:
Little Miss Mary Meek
So innocent and so sweet,
Light on her feet, all day long.
The biggest, beautiful brown eyes
And nothing but love in her heart.
She’s as graceful as the warm, slow Summer wind,
On a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Little Miss Mary Meek
Beautiful days with you drift by without hesitation,