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Patricia M. (Tober) Simbeck
April 1, 1937 ~ July 23, 2023 (age 86) 86 Years Old
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Patricia M. Simbeck (nee Tober) Age 86. Beloved wife of the late Louis Thomas "Tom" for 41 years when he passed in 1997. Loving mom of Thomas (Maria, deceased), Theresa (Rodney) Wesley, Dorothy (Roy) Vexler, Patricia (Donald) McNeeley, Jeffrey (Lisa) and Andrew (Anchalee). Cherished grandmother of 18, great grandmother of 35 and great great grandmother of 1. Dear sister of the late David, Margie and Tony. Aunt and great aunt of many. Graveside services will be held Saturday, July 29th, 9:30 a.m. at Holy Cross Cemetery with Fr. Clyde Foster officiating. PLEASE MEET AT CEMETERY. Family will receive friends at the David Martens & Son Funeral Home 4175 Rocky River Drive (between Lorain & Puritas) on Friday from 6-8 p.
My Mom loved children and was always surrounded by her children and grandchildren. Very strong, independent woman She loved the Metroparks. She loved working at WalMart and retired in 2010 I think. Somewhere in heaven today, my grandmother is climbing hills and jumping in water holes. She’s sitting with my grandfather telling him all the moments he’s missed over the past 25 years and finally, FINALLY, getting to hold his hand again. She’s eating Brach’s candy and Entenmann’s coffee cake. She has the radio playing in the background while she sits outside remembering all the cartwheels I did and fireflies I caught in her yard. She’s painting ceramics and recalling card games played at her dining room table. She’s remembering details, faces and names. She remembers she taught me to never take a picture of a landmark without a person in it. She remembers saving all the cards I sent her in a bag somewhere for safekeeping. She’s telling stories about working at the downtown candy store and at Wal-Mart, too many stories about Wal-Mart. In heaven, she’s remembering trips to Geauga Lake and Sea World with me and my cousins. She’s remembering trips to Amish Country, the zoo, and many, many trips to the park. She recalls traveling to VA or DE or NV and sharing stories about growing up in the Catholic girls’ group home, being a Girl Scout leader, or giving me advice about the importance of being the kind of woman that doesn’t depend on a man. She’s celebrating me as her first grandchild, the first woman in our family to graduate from college, the successful product of a teen pregnancy. And she’s smiling because she knows that if it wasn’t for her influence, helping to raise me the first 4 years of my life, my summer trips to Cleveland, and her hours-long phone calls, these memories wouldn’t exist. Rest in peace, Grandma.