The last time her family saw her, it was Christmas Eve. The warmth of the holiday wrapped around them, lights flickering softly, laughter spilling into the night. If only they had known—if only time had whispered its cruel intentions—they would have held her tighter, memorized every glance, every breath, every moment that made her Bethany.

Because Bethany didn’t just live—she made life full.

She was the kind of person who gave every piece of herself to the people she loved. A mother first, always. Wherever she was, her children were never far. She built a world around them, a world where birthdays were magic, holidays were unforgettable, and love was something you could see, touch, feel. She wasn’t just present; she belonged to them, in every way that mattered.

She had a spark, a fire inside of her that made her impossible to forget. Spunky, quick-witted, the kind of person who could turn an ordinary moment into something worth remembering. If there was a joke to be made, she found it. If there was joy to be given, she gave it. And when she loved, she loved with everything she had—no reservations, no hesitation, just pure and unfiltered Bethany.

And now, the world is quieter without her. The spaces she filled so effortlessly feel too empty, too still. But love like hers doesn’t just vanish. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the way her children look for her in every small moment, in the stories that will be told again and again, because how could anyone not talk about Bethany?

She was a daughter, a mother, a sister, a force of nature. A heart too big for this world, but somehow, still here—woven into the people who will never stop loving her.

"I have loved you since the day you were born, and I will love you forever—until we meet again."