Every steps I take... Every moves am make ... Every single day and time am praying I have been missing you.

Edith Audrey Holmes Morris was born February 27, 1942 in Minskip, York, England to Arthur and Elsie Starmer Holmes. She departed this earth on August 23, 2017 at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston after a long and courageous battle with cancer.

Edith is preceded in death by her parents, her son Anthony D. Morris, and her grandchild Nicholas S. Morris.
She is survived by her husband of 58 years, David S. Morris, her son Kenneth R. Morris and spouse Gentry, son Jeffrey P. Morris and spouse Tommie Lynn, 3 grandchildren, Eric Morris, Emma Morris, and Leah Morris, and 2 step-grandchildren, Thomas Lusk and Austin Lusk. She is also survived by numerous family members still residing in England.

Edith enjoyed cooking, knitting, crossword puzzles, reading, and traveling to Rockport to enjoy the beach and bird-watch. She was a phenomenal cook and showed her love through food. In addition to preparing elaborate family meals, she knew what each family member's favorite dish was, and she enjoyed being able to prepare that meal or special treat for them when they visited.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that contributions be made to MD Anderson Cancer Center.

“What it's like to be a parent: It's one of the hardest things you'll ever do but in exchange, it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Wedding

Gabriel was 29 years old and was survived by his 2 loving children Robert & Mariah and his loving mother Yvonne Elias,his father Armondo Langarica his 2 brothers Victor Corral & Philip Corral and the late Armondo Langarica jr. and 2 sisters Sophia Langarica & Whittney Duarte & many neices and nephews, Gabriel will be greatly missed by everyone he knew, his beautiful smile will stay in our mind and hearts forever, get your rest son, till jehovah awakens you.....❤

Lily Brown McLauchlan mother to Kate, Flo, Margaret, Jack, Diane, Lorraine and Allison.
It's been a long time time mum that you passed away but the pain is still there and the longing to see you one more time too.


The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace

After the clouds, the sunshine,
after the winter, the spring,
after the shower, the rainbow,
for life is a changeable thing.
After the night, the morning,
bidding all darkness cease,
after life's cares and sorrows,
the comfort and sweetness of peace.

Written by Helen Steiner Rice

Michael Park loving husband of Lily McLauchlin and father to Kate, Flo, Margaret, Jack, Diane, Lorraine and Allison.
Passed away many years ago, but the memories are still here and we will never forget you.

Your Spirit

I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
When life separates us
I’ll know it is only your soul
Saying goodbye to your body
But your spirit will be with me always.
When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch
I will know it is you singing to me.
When a butterfly brushes gently by me so care freely
I will know it is you assuring me you are free from pain.
When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention
I will know it is you reminding me
To appreciate the simple things in life.
When the sun shining through my window awakens me
I will feel the warmth of your love.
When I hear the rain pitter patter against my window sill
I will hear your words of wisdom
And will remember what you taught me so well
That without rain trees cannot grow
Without rain flowers cannot bloom
Without life’s challenges I cannot grow strong.
When I look out to the sea
I will think of your endless love for your family.
When I think of mountains, their majesty and magnificence
I will think of your courage for your country.
No matter where I am
Your spirit will be beside me
For I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.

Written by Tram-Tiara T. Von Reichenbach

Joy Elizabeth Hughes, May 10, 1930 – July 28, 2017

Joy was born in St. Louis, Missouri to Nathaniel Burton Ison and wife, Elinor Elizabeth Ison. Joy is survived by her daughter, Paula Elizabeth Hughes, her brother, Burton Morin Ison, her nephews Burton Morin Ison, Jr. and Robert William Ison, and many cousins.

Her father was a pioneering aviator, acquainted with Amelia Earhart. During World War I, Ellington Field in Houston served as an advanced flight training base. Joy’s father was one of the instructors. At only a few months of age, Joy made news headlines when she flew with her mother and father cross-country from California to Houston.

At the time of Joy’s birth, her father was employed by the Civil Aeronautics Authority, an early predecessor to the Federal Aviation Administration. The family moved around quite a bit, but she had childhood memories of Vernon, Texas and Fort Worth, Texas, where she and her younger brother, attended elementary school. A few years ago, she was able to take a drive by their home, where it still stands near Meadowbrook Elementary.

The family moved to Houston, Texas by the time Joy was 12, and her parents began to work in the family printing business started by her mother’s father, William Robert Morin. Known as Morin & Co., the business printed the election ballots for Harris County. Joy also worked in the business from the age of 12 to her marriage.

Joy attended high school at Lamar High School in Houston. She and her brother and their friends enjoyed riding their Cushman motor scooter far out on Westheimer Road, a dirt trail in those days. After graduation, Joy attended the University of Colorado in Boulder until she transferred to the University of Houston, where she met her future husband, Wayne L. (Bud) Hughes. Together they enjoyed flying: Joy could pay the aircraft rental, and Bud had the pilot’s license!

Bud and Joy married on October 6, 1951 in the chapel of the First Presbyterian Church on Main Street. Following their marriage, they made their home in Monterey, California, where Bud was a Lieutenant in the U.S. Navy. Bud was a Naval aviator who, prior to their marriage, had flown combat missions in the Korean War as a mere Ensign. From 1952 to 1954 Joy and Bud made their home in Birmingham, Alabama, where Joy enlisted in the Navy Air Wing, Staff 68, as a weekend warrior for the Naval Air Station there. Joy was assigned to the meteorology department, and had a fascination with the weather and its patterns the rest of her life. Because she was with the Navy Air Wing, she and Bud were able to fly together on the weekends when the Navy needed its planes moved around the country.

While Bud was stationed at Naval Air Station Alameda, near San Francisco, California, the couple lived in Hayward. They welcomed their only child, Paula Elizabeth Hughes, on October 7, 1957. When Bud’s squadron shipped out aboard the USS Lexington to the Mediterranean as part of the United States Sixth Fleet, Joy moved back to Houston.

During her husband’s long absences with the Sixth Fleet, Joy maintained a close relationship with her parents and Bud’s parents, Ezra Paul Hughes and Mildred Hughes, who all lived in Houston. She began to work again at the family printing business, and when that was sold in the mid-1960’s she began to remodel homes and sell them. Joy did the work herself, and was a competent plumber, electrician, dry-wall installer, painter, and general handy-woman. She installed a swing set and sand box for her daughter in the back yard at their home on Vassar, and her husband helped her build a tree house as well. Joy’s early mornings were spent digging up the grass in the backyard, spreading sand, and laying a 5,000-brick patio. The family and extended family spent many enjoyable evenings there!

After Joy’s mother’s death in 1968, the family moved to Southampton Place, where Joy had purchased a home for remodeling. Bud was stationed at Chase Naval Air Station in Beeville, Texas, and made the drive home each weekend. During this time, the family purchased a 111- acre farm in Crockett, Texas, deep in the Piney Woods of East Texas. After Bud’s retirement, the family relocated to Crockett, where Paula attended high school.

At the farm near Crockett, Joy became interested in organic gardening, and enjoyed a large vegetable garden. She learned how to operate farm equipment, as well as a chain saw. Joy participated in haying on the farm, and cooled off when the job was done in the above-ground swimming pool she and her husband installed. She also joined the Crockett Art League, and enjoyed painting classes with her friends.

A disappointing divorce ended her 31-year marriage to the love of her life in 1983, and she moved to Houston to be with her daughter. There, she became active in her local church.

While living in Houston, Joy worked for her brother in his architecture firm as a “girl Friday,” worked for Chaplain Services on Richmond Avenue helping with English language for women taking Certified Nurse Assistant courses, and also for SER Jobs for Progress. Her last job in Houston was working for her cousin, Elizabeth Luton, who owned a bookkeeping company not far from Joy’s home in west Houston.

In 2009 Joy moved with her daughter to Whitehouse, Texas, where Paula was pursuing a change of career. Joy enjoyed living in Whitehouse, in a spacious home where “you couldn’t see the house from the road or the road from the house,” as she liked to say. Joy made many new friends at a new church in Big Sandy, Texas, north of Tyler, where pot luck day once a month was something she always looked forward to. She worked at a Christian ministry in Whitehouse, and supplemented her income doing property management for a friend who owned several residential rent properties. But circumstances moved Joy and her daughter back close to Houston in October of 2016.

From October of 2016 until her death, Joy made her home in The Woodlands, Texas. Her priority after the move was “getting organized.” Before Joy and Paula could get unpacked and organized, Paula’s dog, Shadow, stepped on Joy’s foot one January evening. Complications from that infection, a pulmonary embolism, and peripheral vascular disease eventually became too much for her stalwart heart. She never stopped fighting – to maintain her health, to be a friend, to accomplish her goals, to mother her daughter, to be a Christian, or to live.

Her friends say she truly lived up to her name.

It is with a heavy heart that we announce the passing of our mother, Marjorie Amelia Nevitt, of Kentfield, California on July 21st just after her 90th birthday celebration, due to progression of myelodysplasia.

Our Mom was born on July 9th, 1927 to a Pennsylvania Dutch family in Wilkes-Barre, PA with relatives extending into the towns of Hamburg, Virginville and Nuremberg. Her mother, Clara Werley was a graduate of Oberlin College and a strong community leader, and her father, Albert Brobst was a local attorney, skilled orator and published poet. Clara kept a vibrant household that, in addition to Marjorie, included Marjorie’s siblings Henry (deceased), Betty, and a parrot named Pedro (who lived in the family for 58 years). The family was generous and community minded, often feeding the hungry from their back porch during the brutal depression era.

Marjorie was the youngest of the family by six years. She adored her parents, but her mother was fatally hit by a car as the two of them were walking home at night hand in hand, after a school event, when our mom was only eight years old. After her mother’s death, Marjorie was raised mainly by her father. She often spent time (including most weekends) in the Pennsylvania mountain town of Nuremberg where her paternal grandparents owned the general store that included a café and boarding house. Grandmother Lucy was loving, strong minded, and provided our mother a structured second home along with an opportunity to work in their store. Here she acquired a lifelong love for ice cream sodas, and fondly recalled raising a baby fawn.

Marjorie attended Northwestern University where she majored in journalism. She initially made the long journey to Northwestern alone by train “with too many suitcases to carry”. She joined the Tri-Delta sorority and soon met Peter Nevitt at the sorority house, where he was putting himself through school working as a waiter. Our father went on to attend Northwestern Law School and our mother worked for a law reporting firm. The couple was married in 1951. During Peter’s military service, they moved to El Paso, Texas and Washington DC. Marjorie then focused on their growing family as Peter’s career took them to Detroit, Winnetka, Hillsborough, La Jolla, and San Francisco, before permanently settling in Kentfield, California in 1978. They were married 51 ½ years.

Our mother loved people and people loved her. Whether we were at the Half Day Café, 1st Street Books, or waiting in line at the DMV, our mom had a knack for getting people to open-up and talk about themselves. Her great love of life also meant that we had beautiful gardens and many pets, including chickens (decades before they were cool), ducks, turtles, fish, our Mynah bird (Gaylord), our African Gray parrot (Emily), various cats, a toy poodle (Charlie) who growled at everybody but our mother, and our Golden Retriever (Katrina), as well as several litters of Katrina’s puppies.

Our beautiful mother had five kids and managed a busy household, channeling her strong family and educational values. Along the way, she earned a teaching degree, taught Sunday School and served as a Deaconess at the Winnetka Congregational Church. She also held leadership positions in several organizations that supported women’s education, including the Woman’s club of Winnetka and the P.E.O. Sisterhood. She spent many years driving cancer patients to their appointments and was a patron of local artists. She was a stylish dresser, an enthusiastic storyteller and loved to sing when she vacuumed. She took great pride in her home and decorations that included her Grandmother’s furniture from Nuremberg. She loved to collect sentimental objects, and her bell collection delighted her grandchildren (as did her love for ice cream). From their modest beginnings, she and our father eventually traveled widely throughout 6 continents.

After our father passed away in 2002, our mom was determined to live independently at her home in Kentfield. Our mother loved life and felt a strong connection to God and country. She bravely faced her illness, and focused on enjoying life, family and friends, including those from her childhood. She also loved the medical staff who showed her so much compassion and support.

She is survived by her sister (Betty May), sister-in-law (Muriel Brobst), her five children; Courtney (Bruce Silverman), Andrew (Teresa Nevitt), Cornelia, Gabrielle (Marcel Losekoot), Adam (Bonnie Nevitt), her ten grandchildren; Joe (Ugwechi Silverman), Isaac Silverman, Brian (Ali Nevitt), Casey (Duncan Johnston), Josie (Ben Flatau), Emily Nevitt, Connor, Nicole, Ryan and Sophie Nevitt, as well as her five great grandchildren and her parrot (Emily).

Our family is indebted to the staff, nurses and doctors of Marin Cancer Care and Marin General Hospital for their compassion and exceptional care they provided to our mom, and to the many anonymous donors who generously give blood to help patients like our mother.

A memorial service will be held on August 19th, 2017 at St. John’s Church in Ross, California at 2pm with reception to follow. In lieu of flowers, please consider donating blood. We also welcome donations to support a P.E.O. Scholarship in our mother’s name. Please make checks out to P.E.O. Sisterhood with “NE” in the memo line. Donations can be sent to Marjorie Nevitt P.E.O. Scholarship Fund, Box 100, Ross CA 94957.

I HAD THE PRIVELEDGE OF WORKING WITH DR MRS AJIBONA IN MY CAPACITY AS A SENIOR MIDWIFE,SHE WAS A GRACIOUS GENEROUS HARDWORKING DOCTOR WHO STRIVED TO HELP PATIENTS AND COLLEAGUES ALIKE- I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THIS, MAY YOUR SPIRITS LIGHT UP HEAVEN, AS YOUR LIVES ENLIGHTENED US HERE ON EARTH-NOW SLEEP WHILE THE ANGELS GUARD YOU,YOU WILL REMAIN FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS, SADLY OUR WORLD IS GREATLY DIMINISHED, BY YOUR LEAVING