Paula Lieberman

Dick and I welcomed Lori into the world and our lives, at 3:06 A.M. on July 16, 1969.  Lori was a beautiful baby with dark curly hair and beautiful dark blue eyes.

We always teased Lori that when she was born, that was the only time she was early to anything.  She arrived two weeks early.

Learning was Lori’s love and she was in such a hurry that she could talk in sentences before she could walk and she absorbed books and could tell you the story before she could read.

She loved parties, especially her birthday parties as she got a lot of clothes and she would put on quite a fashion show.

Lori loved sports.  She and her dad would watch football for hours.  Lori also played soccer and basketball.  She always laughed at herself as she said “I wasn’t very good, but I sure had fun”.  We laughed with her as she wasn’t very good but she made 1 basket each year she played.

Teaching was Lori’s passion.  She taught deaf and hard of hearing students for 14 years.  Her students were her “kids” and she loved them all and they loved her.

When Lori was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer in March of 2005, her oncologist  To her that she was allowed to cry.  Lori’s response was “I am not going to cry, I am going to fight, so tell me how we are going to fight this”.  And fight she did.  Lori was amazing as she researched treatments and supplements and took what she found to her oncologist and primary care physician.  She amazed them with her knowledge.  Lori could tell you what kind and how many chemo cocktails she had.

Lori was planning, hoping, praying and working so hard to get back to teaching, but that was not to be.

Lori fought this terrible battle for 7 years and never gave up.  Lori inspired so many people, with and without cancer or any disease.  While going through chemo, she was always holding someone’s hand that didn’t have anyone with them, and explaining what was happening.

Lori’s love and caring for her grandparents, friends, students and us, shown like a beacon.  Her life was helping everyone she could and caring for the underdog.

On March 26th, 2012, Lori lost the battle as God decided he needed a new angel in Heaven, so He took her home to release her from all pain.

We miss her terribly but as our Grandson Liam, (he is 3 years old) says, “Nana, Auntie Lori is in Heaven with Jesus but we will see her again some day”.

We thanked God daily for Lori and we were so proud of her.  We thank Him for taking her Home.