From the February 3, 1919 issue of the Chicago Daily News;

"EICK, Adeline Marie (nee Wilde), beloved wife of the late Wilhelm Eick, Sr., dear beloved mother of Wilhelm Jr. and Adeline Eick and the late Mrs. Ida Behn (nee Eick) and the late Albert Eick; mother-in-law of Henry Behn and Mrs. Emma Eick (nee Schmidt); grandmother of Edward and Fred Eick and the late Edward Behn, aged 64 years 7 months 26 days. Funeral Thursday, Feb. 6, at 1 p.m., from late residence, 6155 Loomis-blvd., to St. Stephan's church, 65th and Peoria-sts., Rev. A. J. Buenger. Interment in family lot at Graceland cemetery by autos.

What is home without a mother,
All things the world would send:
But when we lost our mother
We lost our best friend.
Who wore the crown of patience
Through the years she struggled on,
And the hands that rest forever
Where the hands that made our loving home.
Mother, we are lonely;
How we miss your loving face;
And day by day we saw you fade
And gently pass away.
Yet in our hearts we always hoped
That you would longer stay;
If love and care would death prevent
Your days would not so soon be spent.
Although life was desired, it would not be,
Eternal rest was meant for thee,
But forget you we never will;
We loved you here, we love you still.
But you left us to remember
none on earth can take your place.
Rest in peace."

From the February 3, 1919 issue of the Chicago Daily News;

"EICK, Adeline Marie (nee Wilde), beloved wife of the late Wilhelm Eick, Sr., dear beloved mother of Wilhelm Jr. and Adeline Eick and the late Mrs. Ida Behn (nee Eick) and the late Albert Eick; mother-in-law of Henry Behn and Mrs. Emma Eick (nee Schmidt); grandmother of Edward and Fred Eick and the late Edward Behn, aged 64 years 7 months 26 days. Funeral Thursday, Feb. 6, at 1 p.m., from late residence, 6155 Loomis-blvd., to St. Stephan's church, 65th and Peoria-sts., Rev. A. J. Buenger. Interment in family lot at Graceland cemetery by autos.

What is home without a mother,
All things the world would send:
But when we lost our mother
We lost our best friend.
Who wore the crown of patience
Through the years she struggled on,
And the hands that rest forever
Where the hands that made our loving home.
Mother, we are lonely;
How we miss your loving face;
And day by day we saw you fade
And gently pass away.
Yet in our hearts we always hoped
That you would longer stay;
If love and care would death prevent
Your days would not so soon be spent.
Although life was desired, it would not be,
Eternal rest was meant for thee,
But forget you we never will;
We loved you here, we love you still.
But you left us to remember
none on earth can take your place.
Rest in peace."