Obituary
Betty Marie Wells Ahr is the Love that binds a family, begetting generations three times rooted, 6 children, 24 grand children and 22 great grand children.
Now gone are the memories reserved for tomorrow only to be filled with those of the yesterday, we shall continue her sojourn with a void in our hearts that we must learn to fill with memories of past. Mother to all that would accept her smile and friend those who did not. Never sending a Kind off hungry or wanting for love.
Betty Marie Wells Ahr passed away Thursday, August 29, 2019, surrounded by loved ones. She was born February 14 1934 in Warsaw, New York and was a Homemaker.
“Just keep doing your thing with as much integrity and love as possible”
Betty is survived by; daughter, Leslie C. Williams (husband, Charles); son, Jonathan P. Ahr; son, Chad R. Ahr (wife, Karen); daughter, Joamy E. Gaffney (husband, David); son, Arthur F. Ahr III. (wife, Eilene); daughter, Nancy L. Rampe (husband, Edward); sister, Marjorie E. Renko (husband, Angelo); sister, Sue Aube(husband James); brother, Ralph Huber; grandchildren, Jenna, Jill, Ryan, Joshua, Jason, Dylan, Sarah, Chad Jr., Kelly, Katya, Ariel, Benjamin, Arthur F. IV., Danielle, Zachary, Kristen, Dan, Edith, Alana, Ciara, Ashley, Casey, Lindsey and Kelsey; great grandchildren, Brianna, Aela, Bayley, Chase, Sydney, Matthew, Blake, Lexie, Kaylan, Micah, Jack, Max, Claire, Grace, Lucy, Chelsea, Parker, Serenity, Bryce, Arthur F. V., Wilder, Zach Jr,.
“One is quite alone when the last one who remembers is gone”
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Wish I could see your sweet face forever.
Thanks for passing on the love of good books, snacks and delighting in the simple pleasures.
Every time I sit on the of porch I think of times spent with Gram and Aunt Shirley enjoying the sun, a nice breeze, the birds and flowers.
Hat's you knitted so lovingly for every countless little head.
Spaghetti sauce is bubbling, aroma wafting in the air, "try it" , "try It"," It's sooooo Yummie!" you said.
As prisms twinkled everywhere, sounds of the wooden screen door slapping, gently fill my head.
I'll miss you everywhere.
your baby sister
“One is quite alone when the last one who remembers is gone”
But the memories Betty gave us have been shared in countless ways and will go on forever.