Obituary
Monica Lynn Goddard, Our Beloved BaWoof, (Oct. 16, 1952-Aug. 21, 2020)
Monica Goddard, 67, passed in the early morning of August 21st at Liza’s Place in Wheeling, WV.
A self-described “eccentric”, Mom, never seemed to meet a child or a dog she couldn’t love. She relished in the awesome beauty of nature and would always stop to appreciate the sunset or autumn leaves. She lived her life in service to others. Thanks to her strong faith in God and the recovery that is possible through Narcotics Anonymous, Monica was able to live a life full of luxuries she never dared to expect. A single mother of two, Mom never let us miss out on the fun things like dance classes or nature camp. She retired from a long career in Addictions Counseling; a career that amazingly took our family on an adventure of a lifetime to the tropical paradise, Saipan. She reunited with her eldest child, Rachel, who has brought love and light into our family. She made her final oblation as an oblate of St. Benedict. And her true crowning jewel, she became a BaWoof. The bond Mom had with her grandchildren was as unique as her title and she described them as her “earthly heart’s delight”.
Monica is preceded in death by her parents, Ralph and Genevieve Goddard, her sister Hannelore Schloffel, and many dear friends. She is survived by her sister Merywon Goddard, daughters Katrina (Joshua) Hyde, Aimee Schmalz, and Rachel (Dan) Donovan, her cherished grandchildren Arbor, Irie, Lucas, Abby and Joy, as well as a community of friends and NA family.
Wild Fruit, Aimee Schmalz, 3/29/16
Fingers stained purple with wild fruit
Who cared the name
The lace of my Easter dress caked with summer mud
The powder of worn paths dusted my feet
My shins
Knees skinned from shoeless bike rides to nowhere
Every tree climbed
My only fear, the dark
And what might lurk within it
Endless warm days dyed my hair the color of straw
My mother’s breast, my home
I rode her shoulders high
My hands woven in her parted hair
I, her Arabian
Her, my majestic elephant
Safe, though teetering above asphalt
I never asked where we’d end up
When we’d arrive
Who we’d be there
A passenger, dozing, counting clouds
We sang songs
We called the sun out from behind clouds
Licked sweet candy from our fingers
Laughed
Feet kick up on dashes and out windows
Picnics on patched grass
In my eyes she was god
I’d wake with the immediate instinct to find her lap
Sitting quietly, following the lines of her face
Not knowing what she was writing
Not knowing the color of sky just before dawn
But she knew
She was lifting the looming anvil
And all I could see was the sun.
Monica Lynn Goddard, Our Beloved BaWoof, (Oct. 16, 1952-Aug. 21, 2020)
Monica Goddard, 67, passed in the early morning of August 21st at Liza’s Place in Wheeling, WV.
A self-described “eccentric”, Mom, never seemed to meet a child or a dog she couldn’t love. She relished in the awesome beauty of nature and would always stop to appreciate the sunset or autumn leaves. She lived her life in service to others. Thanks to her strong faith in God and the recovery that is possible through Narcotics Anonymous, Monica was able to live a life full of luxuries she never dared to expect. A single mother of two, Mom never let us miss out on the fun things like dance classes or nature camp. She retired from a long career in Addictions Counseling; a career that amazingly took our family on an adventure of a lifetime to the tropical paradise, Saipan. She reunited with her eldest child, Rachel, who has brought love and light into our family. She made her final oblation as an oblate of St. Benedict. And her true crowning jewel, she became a BaWoof. The bond Mom had with her grandchildren was as unique as her title and she described them as her “earthly heart’s delight”.
Monica is preceded in death by her parents, Ralph and Genevieve Goddard, her sister Hannelore Schloffel, and many dear friends. She is survived by her sister Merywon Goddard, daughters Katrina (Joshua) Hyde, Aimee Schmalz, and Rachel (Dan) Donovan, her cherished grandchildren Arbor, Irie, Lucas, Abby and Joy, as well as a community of friends and NA family.
Wild Fruit, Aimee Schmalz, 3/29/16
Fingers stained purple with wild fruit
Who cared the name
The lace of my Easter dress caked with summer mud
The powder of worn paths dusted my feet
My shins
Knees skinned from shoeless bike rides to nowhere
Every tree climbed
My only fear, the dark
And what might lurk within it
Endless warm days dyed my hair the color of straw
My mother’s breast, my home
I rode her shoulders high
My hands woven in her parted hair
I, her Arabian
Her, my majestic elephant
Safe, though teetering above asphalt
I never asked where we’d end up
When we’d arrive
Who we’d be there
A passenger, dozing, counting clouds
We sang songs
We called the sun out from behind clouds
Licked sweet candy from our fingers
Laughed
Feet kick up on dashes and out windows
Picnics on patched grass
In my eyes she was god
I’d wake with the immediate instinct to find her lap
Sitting quietly, following the lines of her face
Not knowing what she was writing
Not knowing the color of sky just before dawn
But she knew
She was lifting the looming anvil
And all I could see was the sun.
Obituary
Monica Lynn Goddard, Our Beloved BaWoof, (Oct. 16, 1952-Aug. 21, 2020)
Monica Goddard, 67, passed in the early morning of August 21st at Liza’s Place in Wheeling, WV.
A self-described “eccentric”, Mom, never seemed to meet a child or a dog she couldn’t love. She relished in the awesome beauty of nature and would always stop to appreciate the sunset or autumn leaves. She lived her life in service to others. Thanks to her strong faith in God and the recovery that is possible through Narcotics Anonymous, Monica was able to live a life full of luxuries she never dared to expect. A single mother of two, Mom never let us miss out on the fun things like dance classes or nature camp. She retired from a long career in Addictions Counseling; a career that amazingly took our family on an adventure of a lifetime to the tropical paradise, Saipan. She reunited with her eldest child, Rachel, who has brought love and light into our family. She made her final oblation as an oblate of St. Benedict. And her true crowning jewel, she became a BaWoof. The bond Mom had with her grandchildren was as unique as her title and she described them as her “earthly heart’s delight”.
Monica is preceded in death by her parents, Ralph and Genevieve Goddard, her sister Hannelore Schloffel, and many dear friends. She is survived by her sister Merywon Goddard, daughters Katrina (Joshua) Hyde, Aimee Schmalz, and Rachel (Dan) Donovan, her cherished grandchildren Arbor, Irie, Lucas, Abby and Joy, as well as a community of friends and NA family.
Wild Fruit, Aimee Schmalz, 3/29/16
Fingers stained purple with wild fruit
Who cared the name
The lace of my Easter dress caked with summer mud
The powder of worn paths dusted my feet
My shins
Knees skinned from shoeless bike rides to nowhere
Every tree climbed
My only fear, the dark
And what might lurk within it
Endless warm days dyed my hair the color of straw
My mother’s breast, my home
I rode her shoulders high
My hands woven in her parted hair
I, her Arabian
Her, my majestic elephant
Safe, though teetering above asphalt
I never asked where we’d end up
When we’d arrive
Who we’d be there
A passenger, dozing, counting clouds
We sang songs
We called the sun out from behind clouds
Licked sweet candy from our fingers
Laughed
Feet kick up on dashes and out windows
Picnics on patched grass
In my eyes she was god
I’d wake with the immediate instinct to find her lap
Sitting quietly, following the lines of her face
Not knowing what she was writing
Not knowing the color of sky just before dawn
But she knew
She was lifting the looming anvil
And all I could see was the sun.
Monica Lynn Goddard, Our Beloved BaWoof, (Oct. 16, 1952-Aug. 21, 2020)
Monica Goddard, 67, passed in the early morning of August 21st at Liza’s Place in Wheeling, WV.
A self-described “eccentric”, Mom, never seemed to meet a child or a dog she couldn’t love. She relished in the awesome beauty of nature and would always stop to appreciate the sunset or autumn leaves. She lived her life in service to others. Thanks to her strong faith in God and the recovery that is possible through Narcotics Anonymous, Monica was able to live a life full of luxuries she never dared to expect. A single mother of two, Mom never let us miss out on the fun things like dance classes or nature camp. She retired from a long career in Addictions Counseling; a career that amazingly took our family on an adventure of a lifetime to the tropical paradise, Saipan. She reunited with her eldest child, Rachel, who has brought love and light into our family. She made her final oblation as an oblate of St. Benedict. And her true crowning jewel, she became a BaWoof. The bond Mom had with her grandchildren was as unique as her title and she described them as her “earthly heart’s delight”.
Monica is preceded in death by her parents, Ralph and Genevieve Goddard, her sister Hannelore Schloffel, and many dear friends. She is survived by her sister Merywon Goddard, daughters Katrina (Joshua) Hyde, Aimee Schmalz, and Rachel (Dan) Donovan, her cherished grandchildren Arbor, Irie, Lucas, Abby and Joy, as well as a community of friends and NA family.
Wild Fruit, Aimee Schmalz, 3/29/16
Fingers stained purple with wild fruit
Who cared the name
The lace of my Easter dress caked with summer mud
The powder of worn paths dusted my feet
My shins
Knees skinned from shoeless bike rides to nowhere
Every tree climbed
My only fear, the dark
And what might lurk within it
Endless warm days dyed my hair the color of straw
My mother’s breast, my home
I rode her shoulders high
My hands woven in her parted hair
I, her Arabian
Her, my majestic elephant
Safe, though teetering above asphalt
I never asked where we’d end up
When we’d arrive
Who we’d be there
A passenger, dozing, counting clouds
We sang songs
We called the sun out from behind clouds
Licked sweet candy from our fingers
Laughed
Feet kick up on dashes and out windows
Picnics on patched grass
In my eyes she was god
I’d wake with the immediate instinct to find her lap
Sitting quietly, following the lines of her face
Not knowing what she was writing
Not knowing the color of sky just before dawn
But she knew
She was lifting the looming anvil
And all I could see was the sun.
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