In Memory Of Linda Lee Veigh
7th August 1950
– 20th October 2010
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"The Lord Shall Guide Thee Continually..." Isaiah 58:11"
This memorial website was created in the memory of
Linda Lee Veigh, born
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
on the 7th August 1950
and passed away on the 20th October 2010, 60 years of age.
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| Biography |
| Full Name: Linda Lee Veigh |
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Born: 7th August 1950
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Passed Away: 20th October 2010
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| Age: 60 years of age |
| Location: Archer, Florida |
| Country: The United States |
| Spouse: Gary Michael Veigh |
| Father: Jerry |
| Mother: Helen Dorsch |
| Birth Place: Milwaukee, Wisconsin |
| Children: Jacqueline, Stacy, Gary, and Ashley |
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This memorial was created by Stacy on
23 Oct 2011(update)
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Survived By: Husband Gary Michael Veigh, Daughters Jacqueline Lee, Stacy Lee, and Ashley Ann Veigh, Son Gary James Veigh, and Grandsons Dalton, Dakota, and Kyle.
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died. In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
Veigh, Linda Lee
Beloved wife of Gary M. Veigh (59), loving mother of Jacqueline (36), Stacy (27), Gary (24), Ashley (21), and dear Grandmother of Dalton (11), Dakota (9), and Kyle (5) passed away Wed. Sept. 20th 2010 in Archer, FL at age 60. Long time resident of Florida, Linda was born on Aug. 7, 1950 to Roman and Helen Dorsch in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Linda married Gary Veigh in June 1970 and honeymooned in Ft. Lauderdale, FL and never left. They stayed in South Florida for 13 years and then moved to Archer, FL where they settled and raised their family. Linda enjoyed the music of the Beatles, Janis Joplin, and Rod Stewart, she was and avid collector of Thomas Kinkade, and she loved relaxing on the beach sipping a long island ice tea.
Supported by her family, Linda battled with emphysema for nine years. Linda’s strong will, love for her family, and prayers by devoted friends granted her precious time with her family.
The Family thanks all her friends for the support and prayers over the years.
An Anniversary Ceremony for Linda's passing was held Sunday, October 23, 2011.
Eulogy for Mom
My mother Linda, was a strong remarkable woman. When times where tough, mom never let us down and she never gave up. She was always there to support her family and help us in times of need. Her children were her joy, and she worked hard, to give us the world.
I remember when I was a little girl, staying up late, eagerly waiting for mom to come home after working the grave yard shift at Perkins and no matter how tired she was that night, she would always bring me home a foot-long cold cut with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles, black olives, oil, vinegar, salt n' pepper with American cheese on white bread from subway. Mom knew what I liked and she knew I would always be up when returned home, to ask her how her night at work was.
Mom did so much for children. She taught us all how to swim, and tie our shoes. Jacqueline was her "baby bear" and “the energizer bunny” of her high school drum line; the only one of us besides dad who has any musical talent. Mom bought Jacqueline Slurpee from 7 eleven and showed her how to roller skate. I, Stacy, was her “bumble butt” and “the artist” in the family, and the future discoverer of the “Sasquatch,” so mom has told me a couple of times. She gave me cheez-its and rubbed my back to help me fall asleep. Gary was “Baby Gary”, “the boy”, “the gamer” and the only one of us who knows how to switch back and forth between the DVD player, the VCR, the x-box and TV. Mom taught him how to read and play baseball. Ashley Ann was her “Baby”, “the fighter” in the family, the one Mom showed how to kick ass at gin, and poker. (I still can’t beat Ashley at either one!).
Mom was always thinking of her children, and anyone who has had the joy of meeting her for the first time, would recognize that she was a loving, caring mother.
Just the other day, my younger sister Ashley and I were reminiscing about when mom would take us to thrift stores or the flee market (mom loved the flee market). “Bumming” is what she called it. Us, kids would raid Mom’s change jar or her purse for “the good change”, quarters, dimes, any silver we could find. We learned quickly that pennies didn’t get you much. And if well didn’t have enough spending money, we would come running up, “mommy, mommy, I need a dollar” and no matter who was around or who mom was talking to she would always reply “Man, I tried giving these kids to the gypsies, but they keep bringing em’ back”.
Mom sure had great sense of humor. She loved telling jokes. When she worked as a waitress at Perkins, she would come home every night with a new joke that she learned from the girls at work. There was one in particular that I remember to this day. It goes something like this:
The Pope was visiting the United States and was taking in the grandeur that is America from inside his limo, when the limo blew a tire. The driver quickly got out and changed the tire; but in the process, the driver threw his back out.
“My back, my back, I’m so sorry your excellence, I’m in too pain to drive. I will have to call another driver to come out here.”
“Don’t worry my son.” The Pope says “It has been while, but I can drive. You just rest now in the back and I will drive you to the hospital.”
So the limo driver crawls in the back and the Pope gets behind the wheel and they take off down the road. Traveling about 80 miles an hour, the Pope is pulled over by a motorcycle cop. The officer gets off his bike and staggers up to the window of the limo and is shocked to see the Pope behind the wheel. Not knowing what to do, he goes back to his motorcycle and calls the chief.
“Uh chief, I pulled over a very important person,” the rookie officer says “and I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, who’s in the limo, the Mayor?” the chief asks.
“No, he’s more important than the Mayor” says the officer.
“Is it the Governor?”
“No, he’s more important than the Governor.”
“Is it the President?”
“No, he’s more important than the President.”
“Gosh, son. Who’s more important than the President?”
“Well I don’t know sir, but he’s got the Pope as the limo driver.”
My mother was raised Catholic, so most of her jokes were “Pope Jokes”. Mom never lost her sense of humor. Even when Mom fell ill, she always knew how to make people smile. Whenever my Fiancés Travis would visit mom, he’d ask her how she was doing. And as the three grandsons scream and fight over something in the next room, and mom would sweetly say something like “I haven’t killed anyone yet” or “I wish I had a bat”. We all sure miss her sense of humor.
While I was writing this, I had asked my older sister Jacqueline to think of any fond memories of mom for me to share with all of you. She passed the message along to our other siblings Gary and Ashley and to Dad, that was nice of her. The next day Dad called me about 7 o’clock in the morning. I was still sleeping. Later that morning I saw that I missed his call and thinking it was an emergency I called him back right away. He answered, “Hey there, uh Mom was Irish and I remember she wore green on Irish holidays and she always sang this one Irish song but jeez, I can’t think of it right now.” At that moment, I couldn’t help thinking, “Yeah Dad, that’s because it’s 7 o’clock in the morning.” That’s just like Dad though, always thinking about his family.
It reminded me of when I was visiting Mom one day, and she told about her first date with Dad. It was on St. Valentines Day and it was a double date. She described how her girlfriend’s date showed up with a sad, puny little box of chocolate and how sorry she felt for her friend. However when Dad arrived, she said, he really made her feel like something special. She bragged and laughed about how Dad arrived with a giant heart-shaped box of her favorite chocolates. He knew how much she loved chocolate, and every Valentines Day, without fail, Dad always made Mom feel like something special.
Valentines Day wasn’t the only day, that mom felt like some special. It was the day, she became a grandmother. I remember when, Dalton her first grandson was born. We were waiting in the lobby and mom was really nervous, however all that melted away when she saw Dalton for the first time. Mom was so proud, and when Dakota and Kyle were added to the family, mom became even prouder. Mom would brag about how Dalton is an artist like his aunt Stacy. She would call Dakota her “Buddha Baby” and give him great big raspberries. And every time mom saw Kyle, she would rock him from side to side and sing “weebles wabble but they don’t fall down” with a smile on her face.
As I look back now, on these memories that we have shared with you today, I’ve realized that although these memories may remind us of our sadness we can’t but help feel their joy. I’ll never forget those nights, staying up late, listening to mom’s funny work stories as I chow down my cold-cut. I remember her once telling me that, every morning at Sonny’s BBQ someone from the kitchen would make a 5 gallon bucket of grape Kool Ade. Mom and the other waitresses would have it killed by noon. It’s funny, how such an insignificant story about grape cool aide would stay with a person.
I guess mom taught us one last thing, that just because a moment might seem small and insignificant that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth wild. Those are moments we cherish. Life is too short. We should take in as much as we can and share it with our loved ones. You’ll never know what insignificant stories they may remember.
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Poetry In Memory of Linda Veigh
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