Obituary for Elizabeth T. Vasko
Elizabeth T. "Betty" Vasko (nee Pimpo) age 95 of Anderson Twp. died April 22, 2019. She was the beloved wife fo the late Andrew R. Vasko, devoted mother of Sharon (Bob) Wagel, Mary Beth Wessel, Mark (Mary) Vasko, and the late Drew and Susan Vasko, loving grandmother of Chris (Lindsay) Wagel, Matt (Elaine) Wagel, Beth (Matt) Johnson, Stephanie (John) Schram, Laura (Ryan) Olbrich, and Andrew Vasko, cherished great-grandmother of Andi Lu Wagel and Fischer Wagel, and caring sister of Mary Ann Barto and the late Margaret Lowe. Also suruved by a dear friend Ed Coons. A Blessing will be held at T.P. White & Sons Funeral Home, 2050 Beechmont Ave., Mt. Washington, on Saturday, April 27th at 10:30 am. Friends may visit at the funeral home on Saturday from 9 to 10:30 am. If desired, memorials may be directed to Crossroads Hospice Charitable Foundation, 10810 E. 45th St., Suite 300, Tulsa, OK 74146 or Otterbein SeniorLife, 580 N. State Route 741, Lebanon, OH 45036
A Tribute To Our Mother Betty
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. Sshe is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space... not even death"
A Tribute To Our Mother Betty
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. Sshe is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space... not even death"