Virginia M. Bickhart
Virginia M. Bickhart
They say family is the most important thing; the proverbial glue that binds. An intrinsic support system, there to share successes and to lift up during struggles. No one in my life personified the importance of family more than my grandmother, Virginia. No one was more important to her than the person who needed her help. Without limitation, Gram would fight your fight before fighting her own. Her home, and her heart, were always open, baggage and all. The incredible part of her life and her love was that no matter who the author of this obituary is, the message would be the same. Oh, Virginia? Yeah, she taught me how to cook, how to love reading, how to love loving. Yeah, she let me stay at her house over the summer. Yeah, she lent me money when I needed it. Yeah, I called her all the time for advice and for story telling. Yeah, she came to my graduation, and my wedding, and my other meaningful life events. Yeah, she was my confidant and trusted rock. Yeah, she had the grace to somehow never let you know if you were a burden to her, never let on how much she might be struggling. In her eyes, you were always the most important thing at that moment. In her last moments, she was insistent on quality over quantity. She knew that she had lived a life of love, had battled all the battles and she was ready to move on. Here’s to Virginia, the reluctant valedictorian, taught so many the power of compassion as a mother, an aunt, a sibling, a grandmother, a friend, a great-grandmother to all. Virginia; a stalwart fixture of support, eternally dedicated to the well-being of others while maintaining a steadfast excellence in every endeavor will now be remembered eternally by those she impacted most. Her legacy will be forever passed down to the next generation. The power of family and how helping others can provide the quality of life she was so insistent on having.
They say family is the most important thing; the proverbial glue that binds. An intrinsic support system, there to share successes and to lift up during struggles. No one in my life personified the importance of family more than my grandmother, Virginia. No one was more important to her than the person who needed her help. Without limitation, Gram would fight your fight before fighting her own. Her home, and her heart, were always open, baggage and all. The incredible part of her life and her love was that no matter who the author of this obituary is, the message would be the same. Oh, Virginia? Yeah, she taught me how to cook, how to love reading, how to love loving. Yeah, she let me stay at her house over the summer. Yeah, she lent me money when I needed it. Yeah, I called her all the time for advice and for story telling. Yeah, she came to my graduation, and my wedding, and my other meaningful life events. Yeah, she was my confidant and trusted rock. Yeah, she had the grace to somehow never let you know if you were a burden to her, never let on how much she might be struggling. In her eyes, you were always the most important thing at that moment. In her last moments, she was insistent on quality over quantity. She knew that she had lived a life of love, had battled all the battles and she was ready to move on. Here’s to Virginia, the reluctant valedictorian, taught so many the power of compassion as a mother, an aunt, a sibling, a grandmother, a friend, a great-grandmother to all. Virginia; a stalwart fixture of support, eternally dedicated to the well-being of others while maintaining a steadfast excellence in every endeavor will now be remembered eternally by those she impacted most. Her legacy will be forever passed down to the next generation. The power of family and how helping others can provide the quality of life she was so insistent on having.