It has been said that life is about relationships. He who dies with the most toys does NOT win. And I doubt there was ever anyone who, on his deathbed, exclaimed, "Gee, if only I spent more time at the office."
If God gives us the gift of longevity and perspective, what we really do is that we reflect upon our relationships. Who did we know? Who did we love? Who did we help? Who will remember us when our time comes? Life is a lot about relationships.
Mom understood this to her core and it manifested itself in everything she did whether it was her relationship with her friends, her family, or God.
Most of us know that friends are easy to make, but hard to keep. Well, someone didn't tell mom about the second part.
Last night I was particularly struck by the number of former neighbors from our 1st house on Verner Street that came to pay respects. Mom and Dad lived there slightly under 20 years, moving away 30 years ago, but they forged relationships that proved to last a lifetime. According to Carol Sannella, if it was a block party, pot luck dinner, or a simple game of bridge, Mom was at the center of it. Even after just about everyone had moved away, they did not "move on". Mom was the glue of the Verner Street gang even when they were no longer on Verner Street. She kept her friends.
This wasn't just true on Verner Street. When we moved to Larchwood, mom once again forged strong bonds with our neighbors. And, down in Florida, she was at it again. Always sociable, always a great listener, always ready with a story, always a helping hand, always putting everyone else first, and always being their best cheerleader.
As a child growing-up on Verner Street, I thought nothing about it. That's what neighbors do. Now, with perspective, I know that it was the exception, not the rule. Mom's natural disposition to make and keep friends made that neighborhood (and every neighborhood she has lived in) more like family – and family is what it was all about to mom.
To have a great family, it helps to come from a great one - and what a family the Staiber clan has been and is. When I was growing-up in the 70's, there was an annual Staiber family reunion at Naylor's Run Park in Upper Darby. Just about everyone showed-up, all had a good time, no one got arrested, and everyone looked forward to it again the next year.
One time it rained, and the picnic ended-up at our house. There Mom was… running the thing like a well-oiled machine… the skinny row-home dense with people talking and laughing… always the laughter.
And when it came to us, her kids and grandkids, she was there for us in every way a mom and grandmother should be. Mom was at the game, the drum corps competition, chorus event, dance recital, plays, and graduation - to cheer us on. If she could be there, she was there. If not, phone calls and cards soon followed.
We all need a cheerleader from time-to-time, to lift us up when we feel down, to put things in perspective, to make us laugh, to listen, and to point out the beauty of God's work.
Mom's relationship with God was deep and true. It animated her in everything she did. As Nancy Cook related to me, "I would tell her something that had happened, like getting a phone call from someone at just the right moment and she would say well ‘That was a Gift'. I am always now seeing little unexpected ‘Gifts' which renews my faith… thanks to Aunt Barbara."
Mom's spiritual insight was simple, yet profound. My favorite saying of hers is "when you've done everything you can do, don't worry about the rest - leave it in the Lord's hands." In other words, God has a plan. It doesn't get better than that.
Mom also believed it's the journey that counts, not the destination – literally. Mom did not drive, but her dear friend Sandy Mac Williams does. Over the years, Sandy and mom have driven to countless places, countless times. But never once, said Sandy, did mom ask where they were going – let lone how to get there.
It was about the conversation and the companionship for mom. And she did not lose this even when she lost her most beloved companion.
The first time our dad laid eyes on her, he told his friend, "I'm going to marry that girl." And he did--on Feb 12, 1955. Over their 47 years, they raised 6 children, enjoyed nearly 2 dozen grandchildren, were everyone's favorite aunt & uncle or friend to have. They danced at every occasion – even if no one was around. Theirs was a true love story the envy of all who knew them.
And there was no denying the hole left in mom's heart when dad went to be with the Lord 6 years ago. She told me, "every night I laid next to him, over all those years, just wasn't enough." She yearned to be next to him again, and today, I am certain she is.
Today, we gather here to celebrate the life of a beloved Daughter, Sister, devoted Wife, Mother, Grandmother, and dear Friend.
While our hearts are saddened with grief for Mom, she would only want us to smile, and be happy for her, that she and Dad are together again. And once more, she is by his side, where she was for all those years, along with her beloved parents, and other loved ones. As she is, no doubt, with our Lord and Savior.
On behalf of our family, I'd like to thank everyone who helped Mom during this past excruciatingly difficult year. We love you all so very much!
The Treasure We Had
By Bab's brother, John Staiber
Through misty eyes we watched you...
counted every breath and sigh
for we couldn't bear... to live without
Your loving warmth nearby
For you were that faithful beacon
A star that points the way
In times of need we leaned on you
Our safe harbor...Our Mainstay
But with time the candle faltered...
its light wore faint and dim
and when it gently flickered out
Her lovely soul was released to Him.
Yet still - we feel your sweet presence...
soft whispers from heaven above
We'll never forget...the treasure we had...
you see, our hearts overflow with your love.
Babs was the daughter of the late Henry George Staiber and Nora A. Quilter Staiber and a graduate of West Catholic High School for girls. She was predeceased by her loving husband, William "Bill" Paul Frisch, Sr. , her brother, George Henry Staiber and grandson, Joseph "Joey" I. Frisch. She is survived by her siblings, Mildred (Bell), George's wife Theresa Staiber, Clair (Buecheler), Marian (Foster), Jean (McCormack), John (Jerry) Staiber and Mike (Peggy) Staiber.
Babs is survived by her children, William,"Bill" Jr. (Patty Curay) of Orlando, Fl., Susan Frisch-Long (George) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Carol (Charlie McGrath) of New Orleans, La., Nancy (Kieran Martin) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Robert (Lynda Lewis) of Atlanta, Ga., Andrew (Jeanine) of St. Augustine, Florida. Grandchildren Billy, Patrick, and Matthew Frisch of Florida; George (wife Lisa), Eric (wife Pam), Laura, Michelle, TJ Long of Philadelphia; Jennifer, Elliot (wife Lisa), Matthew McGrath of New Orleans; Kieran, Rachel, John Martin of Drexel Hill; Lauren (husband Joe Lonergan) of Wilmington, NC, Robert Zachary (wife Hannah) of Mississippi, Nathan Frisch of Georgia; Drew, Jared, Justin Frisch of Florida; and great grandchildren: Noah Riley Cox, Avery C. Lonergan and Tanner Lonergan of Wilmginton, NC; Sadie and Ronan McGrath of New Orleans, La., Lexi, Charlie and Mikey Long of Drexel Hill, Pa., and a host of beloved neices, nephews and cousins. Her dear friends from Verner Street, Larchwood Avenue, and Florida, and especially her girlfriends Joyce and Sandy and cousin Doris. We miss you MOM!!
Cause of death: Complications of squamous cell carcinoma spread to lungs, liver and bones.
If God gives us the gift of longevity and perspective, what we really do is that we reflect upon our relationships. Who did we know? Who did we love? Who did we help? Who will remember us when our time comes? Life is a lot about relationships.
Mom understood this to her core and it manifested itself in everything she did whether it was her relationship with her friends, her family, or God.
Most of us know that friends are easy to make, but hard to keep. Well, someone didn't tell mom about the second part.
Last night I was particularly struck by the number of former neighbors from our 1st house on Verner Street that came to pay respects. Mom and Dad lived there slightly under 20 years, moving away 30 years ago, but they forged relationships that proved to last a lifetime. According to Carol Sannella, if it was a block party, pot luck dinner, or a simple game of bridge, Mom was at the center of it. Even after just about everyone had moved away, they did not "move on". Mom was the glue of the Verner Street gang even when they were no longer on Verner Street. She kept her friends.
This wasn't just true on Verner Street. When we moved to Larchwood, mom once again forged strong bonds with our neighbors. And, down in Florida, she was at it again. Always sociable, always a great listener, always ready with a story, always a helping hand, always putting everyone else first, and always being their best cheerleader.
As a child growing-up on Verner Street, I thought nothing about it. That's what neighbors do. Now, with perspective, I know that it was the exception, not the rule. Mom's natural disposition to make and keep friends made that neighborhood (and every neighborhood she has lived in) more like family – and family is what it was all about to mom.
To have a great family, it helps to come from a great one - and what a family the Staiber clan has been and is. When I was growing-up in the 70's, there was an annual Staiber family reunion at Naylor's Run Park in Upper Darby. Just about everyone showed-up, all had a good time, no one got arrested, and everyone looked forward to it again the next year.
One time it rained, and the picnic ended-up at our house. There Mom was… running the thing like a well-oiled machine… the skinny row-home dense with people talking and laughing… always the laughter.
And when it came to us, her kids and grandkids, she was there for us in every way a mom and grandmother should be. Mom was at the game, the drum corps competition, chorus event, dance recital, plays, and graduation - to cheer us on. If she could be there, she was there. If not, phone calls and cards soon followed.
We all need a cheerleader from time-to-time, to lift us up when we feel down, to put things in perspective, to make us laugh, to listen, and to point out the beauty of God's work.
Mom's relationship with God was deep and true. It animated her in everything she did. As Nancy Cook related to me, "I would tell her something that had happened, like getting a phone call from someone at just the right moment and she would say well ‘That was a Gift'. I am always now seeing little unexpected ‘Gifts' which renews my faith… thanks to Aunt Barbara."
Mom's spiritual insight was simple, yet profound. My favorite saying of hers is "when you've done everything you can do, don't worry about the rest - leave it in the Lord's hands." In other words, God has a plan. It doesn't get better than that.
Mom also believed it's the journey that counts, not the destination – literally. Mom did not drive, but her dear friend Sandy Mac Williams does. Over the years, Sandy and mom have driven to countless places, countless times. But never once, said Sandy, did mom ask where they were going – let lone how to get there.
It was about the conversation and the companionship for mom. And she did not lose this even when she lost her most beloved companion.
The first time our dad laid eyes on her, he told his friend, "I'm going to marry that girl." And he did--on Feb 12, 1955. Over their 47 years, they raised 6 children, enjoyed nearly 2 dozen grandchildren, were everyone's favorite aunt & uncle or friend to have. They danced at every occasion – even if no one was around. Theirs was a true love story the envy of all who knew them.
And there was no denying the hole left in mom's heart when dad went to be with the Lord 6 years ago. She told me, "every night I laid next to him, over all those years, just wasn't enough." She yearned to be next to him again, and today, I am certain she is.
Today, we gather here to celebrate the life of a beloved Daughter, Sister, devoted Wife, Mother, Grandmother, and dear Friend.
While our hearts are saddened with grief for Mom, she would only want us to smile, and be happy for her, that she and Dad are together again. And once more, she is by his side, where she was for all those years, along with her beloved parents, and other loved ones. As she is, no doubt, with our Lord and Savior.
On behalf of our family, I'd like to thank everyone who helped Mom during this past excruciatingly difficult year. We love you all so very much!
The Treasure We Had
By Bab's brother, John Staiber
Through misty eyes we watched you...
counted every breath and sigh
for we couldn't bear... to live without
Your loving warmth nearby
For you were that faithful beacon
A star that points the way
In times of need we leaned on you
Our safe harbor...Our Mainstay
But with time the candle faltered...
its light wore faint and dim
and when it gently flickered out
Her lovely soul was released to Him.
Yet still - we feel your sweet presence...
soft whispers from heaven above
We'll never forget...the treasure we had...
you see, our hearts overflow with your love.
Babs was the daughter of the late Henry George Staiber and Nora A. Quilter Staiber and a graduate of West Catholic High School for girls. She was predeceased by her loving husband, William "Bill" Paul Frisch, Sr. , her brother, George Henry Staiber and grandson, Joseph "Joey" I. Frisch. She is survived by her siblings, Mildred (Bell), George's wife Theresa Staiber, Clair (Buecheler), Marian (Foster), Jean (McCormack), John (Jerry) Staiber and Mike (Peggy) Staiber.
Babs is survived by her children, William,"Bill" Jr. (Patty Curay) of Orlando, Fl., Susan Frisch-Long (George) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Carol (Charlie McGrath) of New Orleans, La., Nancy (Kieran Martin) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Robert (Lynda Lewis) of Atlanta, Ga., Andrew (Jeanine) of St. Augustine, Florida. Grandchildren Billy, Patrick, and Matthew Frisch of Florida; George (wife Lisa), Eric (wife Pam), Laura, Michelle, TJ Long of Philadelphia; Jennifer, Elliot (wife Lisa), Matthew McGrath of New Orleans; Kieran, Rachel, John Martin of Drexel Hill; Lauren (husband Joe Lonergan) of Wilmington, NC, Robert Zachary (wife Hannah) of Mississippi, Nathan Frisch of Georgia; Drew, Jared, Justin Frisch of Florida; and great grandchildren: Noah Riley Cox, Avery C. Lonergan and Tanner Lonergan of Wilmginton, NC; Sadie and Ronan McGrath of New Orleans, La., Lexi, Charlie and Mikey Long of Drexel Hill, Pa., and a host of beloved neices, nephews and cousins. Her dear friends from Verner Street, Larchwood Avenue, and Florida, and especially her girlfriends Joyce and Sandy and cousin Doris. We miss you MOM!!
Cause of death: Complications of squamous cell carcinoma spread to lungs, liver and bones.
It has been said that life is about relationships. He who dies with the most toys does NOT win. And I doubt there was ever anyone who, on his deathbed, exclaimed, "Gee, if only I spent more time at the office."
If God gives us the gift of longevity and perspective, what we really do is that we reflect upon our relationships. Who did we know? Who did we love? Who did we help? Who will remember us when our time comes? Life is a lot about relationships.
Mom understood this to her core and it manifested itself in everything she did whether it was her relationship with her friends, her family, or God.
Most of us know that friends are easy to make, but hard to keep. Well, someone didn't tell mom about the second part.
Last night I was particularly struck by the number of former neighbors from our 1st house on Verner Street that came to pay respects. Mom and Dad lived there slightly under 20 years, moving away 30 years ago, but they forged relationships that proved to last a lifetime. According to Carol Sannella, if it was a block party, pot luck dinner, or a simple game of bridge, Mom was at the center of it. Even after just about everyone had moved away, they did not "move on". Mom was the glue of the Verner Street gang even when they were no longer on Verner Street. She kept her friends.
This wasn't just true on Verner Street. When we moved to Larchwood, mom once again forged strong bonds with our neighbors. And, down in Florida, she was at it again. Always sociable, always a great listener, always ready with a story, always a helping hand, always putting everyone else first, and always being their best cheerleader.
As a child growing-up on Verner Street, I thought nothing about it. That's what neighbors do. Now, with perspective, I know that it was the exception, not the rule. Mom's natural disposition to make and keep friends made that neighborhood (and every neighborhood she has lived in) more like family – and family is what it was all about to mom.
To have a great family, it helps to come from a great one - and what a family the Staiber clan has been and is. When I was growing-up in the 70's, there was an annual Staiber family reunion at Naylor's Run Park in Upper Darby. Just about everyone showed-up, all had a good time, no one got arrested, and everyone looked forward to it again the next year.
One time it rained, and the picnic ended-up at our house. There Mom was… running the thing like a well-oiled machine… the skinny row-home dense with people talking and laughing… always the laughter.
And when it came to us, her kids and grandkids, she was there for us in every way a mom and grandmother should be. Mom was at the game, the drum corps competition, chorus event, dance recital, plays, and graduation - to cheer us on. If she could be there, she was there. If not, phone calls and cards soon followed.
We all need a cheerleader from time-to-time, to lift us up when we feel down, to put things in perspective, to make us laugh, to listen, and to point out the beauty of God's work.
Mom's relationship with God was deep and true. It animated her in everything she did. As Nancy Cook related to me, "I would tell her something that had happened, like getting a phone call from someone at just the right moment and she would say well ‘That was a Gift'. I am always now seeing little unexpected ‘Gifts' which renews my faith… thanks to Aunt Barbara."
Mom's spiritual insight was simple, yet profound. My favorite saying of hers is "when you've done everything you can do, don't worry about the rest - leave it in the Lord's hands." In other words, God has a plan. It doesn't get better than that.
Mom also believed it's the journey that counts, not the destination – literally. Mom did not drive, but her dear friend Sandy Mac Williams does. Over the years, Sandy and mom have driven to countless places, countless times. But never once, said Sandy, did mom ask where they were going – let lone how to get there.
It was about the conversation and the companionship for mom. And she did not lose this even when she lost her most beloved companion.
The first time our dad laid eyes on her, he told his friend, "I'm going to marry that girl." And he did--on Feb 12, 1955. Over their 47 years, they raised 6 children, enjoyed nearly 2 dozen grandchildren, were everyone's favorite aunt & uncle or friend to have. They danced at every occasion – even if no one was around. Theirs was a true love story the envy of all who knew them.
And there was no denying the hole left in mom's heart when dad went to be with the Lord 6 years ago. She told me, "every night I laid next to him, over all those years, just wasn't enough." She yearned to be next to him again, and today, I am certain she is.
Today, we gather here to celebrate the life of a beloved Daughter, Sister, devoted Wife, Mother, Grandmother, and dear Friend.
While our hearts are saddened with grief for Mom, she would only want us to smile, and be happy for her, that she and Dad are together again. And once more, she is by his side, where she was for all those years, along with her beloved parents, and other loved ones. As she is, no doubt, with our Lord and Savior.
On behalf of our family, I'd like to thank everyone who helped Mom during this past excruciatingly difficult year. We love you all so very much!
The Treasure We Had
By Bab's brother, John Staiber
Through misty eyes we watched you...
counted every breath and sigh
for we couldn't bear... to live without
Your loving warmth nearby
For you were that faithful beacon
A star that points the way
In times of need we leaned on you
Our safe harbor...Our Mainstay
But with time the candle faltered...
its light wore faint and dim
and when it gently flickered out
Her lovely soul was released to Him.
Yet still - we feel your sweet presence...
soft whispers from heaven above
We'll never forget...the treasure we had...
you see, our hearts overflow with your love.
Babs was the daughter of the late Henry George Staiber and Nora A. Quilter Staiber and a graduate of West Catholic High School for girls. She was predeceased by her loving husband, William "Bill" Paul Frisch, Sr. , her brother, George Henry Staiber and grandson, Joseph "Joey" I. Frisch. She is survived by her siblings, Mildred (Bell), George's wife Theresa Staiber, Clair (Buecheler), Marian (Foster), Jean (McCormack), John (Jerry) Staiber and Mike (Peggy) Staiber.
Babs is survived by her children, William,"Bill" Jr. (Patty Curay) of Orlando, Fl., Susan Frisch-Long (George) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Carol (Charlie McGrath) of New Orleans, La., Nancy (Kieran Martin) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Robert (Lynda Lewis) of Atlanta, Ga., Andrew (Jeanine) of St. Augustine, Florida. Grandchildren Billy, Patrick, and Matthew Frisch of Florida; George (wife Lisa), Eric (wife Pam), Laura, Michelle, TJ Long of Philadelphia; Jennifer, Elliot (wife Lisa), Matthew McGrath of New Orleans; Kieran, Rachel, John Martin of Drexel Hill; Lauren (husband Joe Lonergan) of Wilmington, NC, Robert Zachary (wife Hannah) of Mississippi, Nathan Frisch of Georgia; Drew, Jared, Justin Frisch of Florida; and great grandchildren: Noah Riley Cox, Avery C. Lonergan and Tanner Lonergan of Wilmginton, NC; Sadie and Ronan McGrath of New Orleans, La., Lexi, Charlie and Mikey Long of Drexel Hill, Pa., and a host of beloved neices, nephews and cousins. Her dear friends from Verner Street, Larchwood Avenue, and Florida, and especially her girlfriends Joyce and Sandy and cousin Doris. We miss you MOM!!
Cause of death: Complications of squamous cell carcinoma spread to lungs, liver and bones.
If God gives us the gift of longevity and perspective, what we really do is that we reflect upon our relationships. Who did we know? Who did we love? Who did we help? Who will remember us when our time comes? Life is a lot about relationships.
Mom understood this to her core and it manifested itself in everything she did whether it was her relationship with her friends, her family, or God.
Most of us know that friends are easy to make, but hard to keep. Well, someone didn't tell mom about the second part.
Last night I was particularly struck by the number of former neighbors from our 1st house on Verner Street that came to pay respects. Mom and Dad lived there slightly under 20 years, moving away 30 years ago, but they forged relationships that proved to last a lifetime. According to Carol Sannella, if it was a block party, pot luck dinner, or a simple game of bridge, Mom was at the center of it. Even after just about everyone had moved away, they did not "move on". Mom was the glue of the Verner Street gang even when they were no longer on Verner Street. She kept her friends.
This wasn't just true on Verner Street. When we moved to Larchwood, mom once again forged strong bonds with our neighbors. And, down in Florida, she was at it again. Always sociable, always a great listener, always ready with a story, always a helping hand, always putting everyone else first, and always being their best cheerleader.
As a child growing-up on Verner Street, I thought nothing about it. That's what neighbors do. Now, with perspective, I know that it was the exception, not the rule. Mom's natural disposition to make and keep friends made that neighborhood (and every neighborhood she has lived in) more like family – and family is what it was all about to mom.
To have a great family, it helps to come from a great one - and what a family the Staiber clan has been and is. When I was growing-up in the 70's, there was an annual Staiber family reunion at Naylor's Run Park in Upper Darby. Just about everyone showed-up, all had a good time, no one got arrested, and everyone looked forward to it again the next year.
One time it rained, and the picnic ended-up at our house. There Mom was… running the thing like a well-oiled machine… the skinny row-home dense with people talking and laughing… always the laughter.
And when it came to us, her kids and grandkids, she was there for us in every way a mom and grandmother should be. Mom was at the game, the drum corps competition, chorus event, dance recital, plays, and graduation - to cheer us on. If she could be there, she was there. If not, phone calls and cards soon followed.
We all need a cheerleader from time-to-time, to lift us up when we feel down, to put things in perspective, to make us laugh, to listen, and to point out the beauty of God's work.
Mom's relationship with God was deep and true. It animated her in everything she did. As Nancy Cook related to me, "I would tell her something that had happened, like getting a phone call from someone at just the right moment and she would say well ‘That was a Gift'. I am always now seeing little unexpected ‘Gifts' which renews my faith… thanks to Aunt Barbara."
Mom's spiritual insight was simple, yet profound. My favorite saying of hers is "when you've done everything you can do, don't worry about the rest - leave it in the Lord's hands." In other words, God has a plan. It doesn't get better than that.
Mom also believed it's the journey that counts, not the destination – literally. Mom did not drive, but her dear friend Sandy Mac Williams does. Over the years, Sandy and mom have driven to countless places, countless times. But never once, said Sandy, did mom ask where they were going – let lone how to get there.
It was about the conversation and the companionship for mom. And she did not lose this even when she lost her most beloved companion.
The first time our dad laid eyes on her, he told his friend, "I'm going to marry that girl." And he did--on Feb 12, 1955. Over their 47 years, they raised 6 children, enjoyed nearly 2 dozen grandchildren, were everyone's favorite aunt & uncle or friend to have. They danced at every occasion – even if no one was around. Theirs was a true love story the envy of all who knew them.
And there was no denying the hole left in mom's heart when dad went to be with the Lord 6 years ago. She told me, "every night I laid next to him, over all those years, just wasn't enough." She yearned to be next to him again, and today, I am certain she is.
Today, we gather here to celebrate the life of a beloved Daughter, Sister, devoted Wife, Mother, Grandmother, and dear Friend.
While our hearts are saddened with grief for Mom, she would only want us to smile, and be happy for her, that she and Dad are together again. And once more, she is by his side, where she was for all those years, along with her beloved parents, and other loved ones. As she is, no doubt, with our Lord and Savior.
On behalf of our family, I'd like to thank everyone who helped Mom during this past excruciatingly difficult year. We love you all so very much!
The Treasure We Had
By Bab's brother, John Staiber
Through misty eyes we watched you...
counted every breath and sigh
for we couldn't bear... to live without
Your loving warmth nearby
For you were that faithful beacon
A star that points the way
In times of need we leaned on you
Our safe harbor...Our Mainstay
But with time the candle faltered...
its light wore faint and dim
and when it gently flickered out
Her lovely soul was released to Him.
Yet still - we feel your sweet presence...
soft whispers from heaven above
We'll never forget...the treasure we had...
you see, our hearts overflow with your love.
Babs was the daughter of the late Henry George Staiber and Nora A. Quilter Staiber and a graduate of West Catholic High School for girls. She was predeceased by her loving husband, William "Bill" Paul Frisch, Sr. , her brother, George Henry Staiber and grandson, Joseph "Joey" I. Frisch. She is survived by her siblings, Mildred (Bell), George's wife Theresa Staiber, Clair (Buecheler), Marian (Foster), Jean (McCormack), John (Jerry) Staiber and Mike (Peggy) Staiber.
Babs is survived by her children, William,"Bill" Jr. (Patty Curay) of Orlando, Fl., Susan Frisch-Long (George) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Carol (Charlie McGrath) of New Orleans, La., Nancy (Kieran Martin) of Drexel Hill, Pa., Robert (Lynda Lewis) of Atlanta, Ga., Andrew (Jeanine) of St. Augustine, Florida. Grandchildren Billy, Patrick, and Matthew Frisch of Florida; George (wife Lisa), Eric (wife Pam), Laura, Michelle, TJ Long of Philadelphia; Jennifer, Elliot (wife Lisa), Matthew McGrath of New Orleans; Kieran, Rachel, John Martin of Drexel Hill; Lauren (husband Joe Lonergan) of Wilmington, NC, Robert Zachary (wife Hannah) of Mississippi, Nathan Frisch of Georgia; Drew, Jared, Justin Frisch of Florida; and great grandchildren: Noah Riley Cox, Avery C. Lonergan and Tanner Lonergan of Wilmginton, NC; Sadie and Ronan McGrath of New Orleans, La., Lexi, Charlie and Mikey Long of Drexel Hill, Pa., and a host of beloved neices, nephews and cousins. Her dear friends from Verner Street, Larchwood Avenue, and Florida, and especially her girlfriends Joyce and Sandy and cousin Doris. We miss you MOM!!
Cause of death: Complications of squamous cell carcinoma spread to lungs, liver and bones.
