"Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field."
-- William Shakespeare
My mom was a beautiful person inside and out. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio on June 9, 1951, the second child of Rollie and Jean Harnett. She and her older sister Jackie were very close, despite being seven years apart. Mom was an assistant manager of a jewelry store when she met my dad in 1970, and when they married in 1971 she stopped working outside the home to become a homemaker full-time. She raised two daughters, much of the time on her own as my dad's job required him to travel a lot. She taught private violin lessons out of their home when my sister and I were little. Growing up, she was always there when we got home from school, usually in the kitchen making dinner, ready to listen to us talk about our day.
Mom and Dad were married for almost 22 years before their divorce in 1993. She went back to school during this time, and was later employed as a home health aide.
Having lived in Ohio her entire life, she moved to Tennessee with her new husband Gary in March of 2000. Just a few months later, she tragically passed away on June 26, 2000, following complications from a routine surgery.
Remembering You, Mom
We remember your love for God, for us, and for your family (not to mention your love of music, golden retrievers, semi-sweet chocolate and comfy socks).
We remember your delight in the simple things we did together, like singing songs, jumping up and down in front of the TV doing our exercise workout, going on our midnight grocery shopping sprees, and watching our favorite movies together on the couch in our pajamas.
We remember your wonderful ability to laugh at yourself, and how there were certain things that made us laugh that no one else would understand.
We remember your child-like innocence, and that you were always a hopeless romantic.
We remember that you always loved, always listened, always encouraged, always comforted, and always understood.
We love and miss you, Mom.
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field."
-- William Shakespeare
My mom was a beautiful person inside and out. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio on June 9, 1951, the second child of Rollie and Jean Harnett. She and her older sister Jackie were very close, despite being seven years apart. Mom was an assistant manager of a jewelry store when she met my dad in 1970, and when they married in 1971 she stopped working outside the home to become a homemaker full-time. She raised two daughters, much of the time on her own as my dad's job required him to travel a lot. She taught private violin lessons out of their home when my sister and I were little. Growing up, she was always there when we got home from school, usually in the kitchen making dinner, ready to listen to us talk about our day.
Mom and Dad were married for almost 22 years before their divorce in 1993. She went back to school during this time, and was later employed as a home health aide.
Having lived in Ohio her entire life, she moved to Tennessee with her new husband Gary in March of 2000. Just a few months later, she tragically passed away on June 26, 2000, following complications from a routine surgery.
Remembering You, Mom
We remember your love for God, for us, and for your family (not to mention your love of music, golden retrievers, semi-sweet chocolate and comfy socks).
We remember your delight in the simple things we did together, like singing songs, jumping up and down in front of the TV doing our exercise workout, going on our midnight grocery shopping sprees, and watching our favorite movies together on the couch in our pajamas.
We remember your wonderful ability to laugh at yourself, and how there were certain things that made us laugh that no one else would understand.
We remember your child-like innocence, and that you were always a hopeless romantic.
We remember that you always loved, always listened, always encouraged, always comforted, and always understood.
We love and miss you, Mom.
"Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field."
-- William Shakespeare
My mom was a beautiful person inside and out. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio on June 9, 1951, the second child of Rollie and Jean Harnett. She and her older sister Jackie were very close, despite being seven years apart. Mom was an assistant manager of a jewelry store when she met my dad in 1970, and when they married in 1971 she stopped working outside the home to become a homemaker full-time. She raised two daughters, much of the time on her own as my dad's job required him to travel a lot. She taught private violin lessons out of their home when my sister and I were little. Growing up, she was always there when we got home from school, usually in the kitchen making dinner, ready to listen to us talk about our day.
Mom and Dad were married for almost 22 years before their divorce in 1993. She went back to school during this time, and was later employed as a home health aide.
Having lived in Ohio her entire life, she moved to Tennessee with her new husband Gary in March of 2000. Just a few months later, she tragically passed away on June 26, 2000, following complications from a routine surgery.
Remembering You, Mom
We remember your love for God, for us, and for your family (not to mention your love of music, golden retrievers, semi-sweet chocolate and comfy socks).
We remember your delight in the simple things we did together, like singing songs, jumping up and down in front of the TV doing our exercise workout, going on our midnight grocery shopping sprees, and watching our favorite movies together on the couch in our pajamas.
We remember your wonderful ability to laugh at yourself, and how there were certain things that made us laugh that no one else would understand.
We remember your child-like innocence, and that you were always a hopeless romantic.
We remember that you always loved, always listened, always encouraged, always comforted, and always understood.
We love and miss you, Mom.
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field."
-- William Shakespeare
My mom was a beautiful person inside and out. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio on June 9, 1951, the second child of Rollie and Jean Harnett. She and her older sister Jackie were very close, despite being seven years apart. Mom was an assistant manager of a jewelry store when she met my dad in 1970, and when they married in 1971 she stopped working outside the home to become a homemaker full-time. She raised two daughters, much of the time on her own as my dad's job required him to travel a lot. She taught private violin lessons out of their home when my sister and I were little. Growing up, she was always there when we got home from school, usually in the kitchen making dinner, ready to listen to us talk about our day.
Mom and Dad were married for almost 22 years before their divorce in 1993. She went back to school during this time, and was later employed as a home health aide.
Having lived in Ohio her entire life, she moved to Tennessee with her new husband Gary in March of 2000. Just a few months later, she tragically passed away on June 26, 2000, following complications from a routine surgery.
Remembering You, Mom
We remember your love for God, for us, and for your family (not to mention your love of music, golden retrievers, semi-sweet chocolate and comfy socks).
We remember your delight in the simple things we did together, like singing songs, jumping up and down in front of the TV doing our exercise workout, going on our midnight grocery shopping sprees, and watching our favorite movies together on the couch in our pajamas.
We remember your wonderful ability to laugh at yourself, and how there were certain things that made us laugh that no one else would understand.
We remember your child-like innocence, and that you were always a hopeless romantic.
We remember that you always loved, always listened, always encouraged, always comforted, and always understood.
We love and miss you, Mom.
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McCombs, Marilyn L. (1951-2000)
