On April 24th, Betty Hurtt died as she lived, fearlessly, with great poise and more than a little stubbornness. In her not nearly long enough life, Betty was a model, a stewardess before there were flight attendants, a secretary before there were administrative assistants, a mother without an instruction manual, and a social worker who helped children and adolescents. She accomplished every goal she set for herself, from a Master’s degree to world travel to a house on the beach, and if she made mistakes along the way it was because she wasn’t afraid to take risks. An avid and fearless traveler, Betty embarked on her last journey with her usual meticulous preparation for the unknown, after telling us all good-bye.
If the measure of a life is the vigor with which it is lived and the number of people it touches, Betty’s life was astonishingly large. She is loved beyond the reach of words by her two children, her four grandchildren, her companion Richard, a small, fluffy dog named Eva, and her many, many friends. Although we know that the end of every life is death, we face her loss with incredulity and outrage. F#@* cancer.
Betty Jean Hurtt (9/13/1942 - 4/24/2017)
If the measure of a life is the vigor with which it is lived and the number of people it touches, Betty’s life was astonishingly large. She is loved beyond the reach of words by her two children, her four grandchildren, her companion Richard, a small, fluffy dog named Eva, and her many, many friends. Although we know that the end of every life is death, we face her loss with incredulity and outrage. F#@* cancer.
Betty Jean Hurtt (9/13/1942 - 4/24/2017)
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