Mary Rose Timler

Birth date: Mar 18, 1954 Death date: Oct 8, 2013

Mary Rose Timler, age 59, was called to Heaven on October 8 2013 surrounded by her loving family in Oro Valley. Born in Rushville Indiana on March 18 1954 she completed studies in Economics at Anderson University before working as Read Obituary

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Mary Timler

579w ago

Abraham and Caleb Timler

Abe: Dear Mom we miss you terribly.
Cal: Dear Mom, whenever I got hurt as a child, you would pick me up and sing "I love my little baby" to ease my crying.
Abe: Dear Mom, You always wanted a large family, and after four children there was still room in your heart to care for more. When our garbage disposal broke down in our house in Missouri, it was your idea to put the leftovers on our porch to feed the racoon families.
Cal: Dear Mom, You would invite me to watch crime TV shows, because you at one time wanted to be a lawyer.
Abe: Dear Mom, You kept track of all our tests, praying for them the night before. Whether taking spelling retakes like when I spelled "bear" as "bar" or driver's tests when I ran over a lawn chair while practicing parallel parking.
Cal: Dear Mom When I was scared, You would bring over your Bible and read from Jesus' Sermon on the Mount.
Abe: Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
Cal: Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Abe: Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Cal: Dear Mom, you never let me leave for school without a hug, and said that without a hug would be a difficult day. I now realise you wer speaking for both of us.
Abe: Dear Mom, During my long and uncertain military deployment in the Middle East I was only allowed two fifteen-minute calls a month. You found a way for us to call for one-hour every Wednesday until I returned to the US.
Cal: Dear Mom, When I was younger I made birdhouses for you out of cardboard or wood and usually used too many nails or too much paint so they would fall apart in the wind. But you were so proud of them. I am leaving you my best one.
Abe: Dear Mom, When I was six years old I made a Christmas tree ornament in Sunday School. It was an Angel that would stick to the fridge. For the first time in 22 years, I will not be seeing you put it up for Christmas.
Cal: Dear Mom, So many times these past years, doctors and nurses wanted you in a nursing home. You refused saying "I need to raise my son"
Abe: Dear Mom, Whenever you saw me lost in pages of Atlases you would say I would see all those places like London, Hawaii, Australia...When you saw me studying the galaxies on our kitchen table placemats, you promised I would see those too.
Cal: You noticed I would lean out of my car seat to watch bulldozers, dump trucks, and cement trucks. So you and I watched "Bob the Builder" on TV, you bought me Lego construction toy sets, Lincoln Logs, and so many other toys.
Abe: Dear Mom, when you saw me reading "The Great Gatsby" for the first time, You said one day, I would write like him.When you saw Grandpa and me watch the NBA games, you bought me a basketball goal. When we watched the Grammy Awards, for everyone's good, you never said I'd be a singer!
Cal; I am 17 and old enough to clean my room and make my bed. Even though you were very sick Mom, you insisted on doing those things yourself because you were "my mother".

Abe: Dear Mom, when you drove us to Vacation Bible School, or errands, we said we could not wait to drive ourselves one day.
Cal: And in school, we could not wait for summer vacations.
Abe: And in high school, we could not wait for college, and in college to graduate and get jobs, and have our own families.
Cal: but we wait to see you again.
Abe: And I have seen all those places on the maps,
Cal: The only place on the map where I can find you is in the Scriptures.
Abe: Where in Heaven you wait and pray for us.
Where in Revelations 21:4 "GOD shall wipe away all tears, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor weeping, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed."

Love Abraham and Caleb

Mary Timler

579w ago

Dear Mom,

Growing up you and I had our disputes at times. Once I found Christ, I came around to seeing that you were right because you showed mercy and love to others. When I was seven years old I made this leather key chain attachment with your initials and clover leafs on it just for you. You loved it and carried it on your key chain ever since for eighteen years. I’ve taken it off your key chain and I am leaving it at your side so will be always with you.
God Bless you. I love you, Mom.

Dear Mom,

Your son,

Steve

Mary Timler

579w ago

Mary Rose Timler, March 18, 1954 – October 8, 2013
Eulogy by her husband, Stanley Timler

Dear Family and Dear Friends,

Thank you for coming to our farewell celebration for my beloved wife, Mary.

A husband typically eulogizes his wife because he is motivated by love. My eulogy is motivated by revenge. You see, Mary always had the last word. This time I have revenge and I get the last word.

Mary brought happiness where ever she went. She told me her dream job was to be as fast-talking, big-mouthed, wise-cracking, stand-up comedian. Mary’s zest for life and humor affected everyone she came in contact with.

Mary’s zest for life and her sense of humor changed my life.
Before I met Mary I had a long list of what I expected in a wife. As the years went by my list got shorter and shorter. Eventually I gave up looking for love. Then I met her, and I realized she had more qualities than I had wanted and expected. When I first met her I was a confirmed bachelor. I was serious. I never smiled, never joked, never found anything funny. I was very quiet. I disliked comedy. I was analytical, methodical and serious. Now look at me!!

My parents were convinced the right wife for me would be serious, quiet, dark haired, shy girl who would take orders from them on how to take care of me. They were confused at why I would pick someone so unlike me. They asked what I was doing with “a big-mouthed Yankee!!”

During our courtship we lived thousands of miles apart and saw each other at our parents’ homes every 6 months over a 2 year period. I was in Canada and she was in Indiana. No one at work knew I had a girlfriend until I was engaged. My coworkers knew me as a serious person. I never smiled, never joked, never laughed. They did not know what to do with me. No one had any idea of the woman I was marrying. After our honeymoon one of my co-workers told my wife “You really loosened Stan up”

My wife kept her humor even in the face of life-wrenching situations. Her funniest line was in 1996.
Mary read history and religion. She knew Lenin’s quote “Those that help the Communists are Useful Idiots.” To attempt a master race, Germany euthanized all mentally and physically disabled people. He called them “Useless Eaters.” In 1996 a pediatrician told Mary that her unborn child was Down Syndrome. The doctor offered to do an abortion as soon as possible. Mary fought back. She told him she would rather have a “Useless Eater than a Useful Idiot.”
God’s humor was in this too. Caleb is just as bright as his brothers and sister. And Caleb dropped out of high school to study at home to look after his mother before she passed away.

Most of Mary’s life was spent in pain but she still found the strength make things fun and laugh.
Mary often quoted Viktor Frankl, a Jewish Psychologist who survived the Nazi concentration camps and went on to write medical books on suffering. Frankl said “It is well to know that humor, more than anything else in the human make-up, can elevate you above every situation even if only for a few seconds, so you can find life, even in a concentration camp, where there is always suffering.”
Mary’s concentration camp was her body. Humor briefly elevated her above the suffering and gave her strength to love others.

Mary is now in heaven. Psalm 2:4 tells me what Mary hears in heaven “God who is enthroned in heaven laughs.” She hears laughter. She hears God laughing. When I see her again she will be laughing. We will be laughing with God.

With love, your husband, Stanley Timler

Mary Timler

580w ago

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Mary Timler

579w ago

Mary Rose Timler, March 18, 1954 – October 8, 2013
Eulogy by her husband, Stanley Timler

Dear Family and Dear Friends,

Thank you for coming to our farewell celebration for my beloved wife, Mary.

A husband typically eulogizes his wife because he is motivated by love. My eulogy is motivated by revenge. You see, Mary always had the last word. This time I have revenge and I get the last word.

With love, your husband, Stanley Timler

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