Susan Becerril
(1937 - 2009)

Susan Becerril

August 14, 1937

July 1, 2009

Guest Book
May 7th, 2013
Mom, my dear friend Karen gave Cindy and I this poem when you passed away three years ago. It brings me peace to know that someday we will once again be together.


"We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, In death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide, and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again"
Susana Stascak (Daughter)
July 2nd, 2012
i meet Suzie and the whole terrel clan about late 1960's. I look forward every summer for the kids to come. Suzie always treated me as family. As we became older we all lost touch, I wish I knew about Susan's passing two years ago. She was a very loving , caring person. I had crossed paths with her several times over the years in G.B. She is missed very much. I always remember her smile . Rest in peace,
Jill Cole (neighbor of Gramma Olson)
June 12th, 2011
Nearly two years have passed...
You do seen far yet not gone
Good and bad things I have amassed
Your soft hand and warm kiss goodnight I long

I've done better, wish you'd see my pride
Think of you and miss you more
Remember how you held me up and took my side
You loved the most without keeping score

This Mother's Day the flowers are not there
These Days' I've been unsure
You taught me that my future's weathers' always fair
But from now on out, when they ask 'Who I loved most' the answer will always be, 'of course, her'
Marco Becerril (Son)
May 9th, 2011
My Mother

My mother she's so dear to me,
I miss her so it's hard to be.

In life her love she did impart,
In death I hold her in my heart.

One day I'll see her yet again,
With God in heaven I'll wait 'til then.
Gregory Terrell (Son)
May 8th, 2011
The following is from a handwritten note left for me in my Mother's beautiful cursive handwriting in a time of hardship...although these might not be her original words, this was definately her thoughts and beliefs, not only for me but for all 6 of her precious children...

"A bond between Mother and Child is a special one. It remains unchanged by time or distance. It is the purest love--unconditional and true. It is understanding of any situation and forgiving of any mistake.

The bond between Mother and Child creates support that is constant while everything else changes. It is friendship based on mutual love, respect and a genuine liking of each other as a person. It is knowing that no matter where you go or who you are there is someone who truly loves you and is always there to support and console you. When a situation seems impossible, you make it through together by holding on to each other.

The bond is strong enough to withstand harsh words and hurt feelings for it is smart enough to always see the love beyond the words. It is brave enough to always speak the truth even when lies would be easier. It is always there, anytime, anywhere, whenever it is needed. It is a a gift held in the heart and in the soul, and it can't be taken away or exchanged for another. To possess this love is a treasure that makes life more valuable."
Marco Becerril (Son)
July 1st, 2010
The following is a short poem I wrote for my Mom about 10 years ago for her birthday...

Ascending over the horizon
Giving light to all I've known
Another revolution is complete
Six rays of life are shown

Dancing from East to West
False cautions promise to be blinding
My daze sets ablaze
Your face reverent and inviting

The sky clears, my path is set
You dry my tears and shed my fears
Offer rainbows in my sleep
Awake to love the rest of my years

Marco Becerril (Son)
May 12th, 2010
Remembering My Mother
© Belinda Stotler
My Mother seems so far away from me,
On that beautiful white shore across the sea.
Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face,
And the feel of her touch and tender embrace.

When I am weary from the burdens I’ve borne,
And the path is unclear and I feel so forlorn,
I remember her loving support was always near,
And her advice made the path ahead seem clear.

When I feel there is no one who seems to care,
Or when the heartache seems too hard to bear,
I remember how she always stood by my side,
And would tenderly wipe away the tears I cried.

When there are moments of great joy and pride,
And I wish my Mother was standing at my side,
I remember she saw more than I thought I could be,
And know I owe my triumphs to her belief in me.

When I reminisce about the things she used to say,
And I miss her and think she is so far away,
I remember what she gave lives on through me,
And one day I’ll see her on the shore across the sea.

Remembering My Mother by Belinda Stotler
Gregory Terrell (Son)
March 14th, 2010
'Cross the laces, make the first loop with my left hand and pinch, making sure not to let the loop come undone, phew,' I said to myself in my head, loud enough to have my memory devour it. I had mastered this technique, I felt, shortly before arriving at Grandma Helen's house in Allouez. It was the second loop I struggled with on the right lace and the adjoining of the two loops to tie up my shoe properly. I had been practicing off and on for the past hour while alone in the back seat. My sister, Susie, was riding up front with my Mother. Her pigtails wavering from side to side as she spoke of how she wished it was winter so we could make snow angels and build forts. Susie was three years older than me and in beating me out of my Mother's womb, she won full-time access to shotgun, unless of course another grown-up was riding in the car. In those cases, the usual imaginary, yet very serious dividing line down the middle of the backseat was in full effect. Crossing it, warranted 'Indian burns', leg slaps, shoulder shoves, and heavy-laden moans and grunts of disapproval. Both Susie and I were small kids, skinny and shy, but if the line had been established and violated, our 8 and 5 year old bodies, respectively, were quite apt at supplying pain to one another, and our voices did not hesitate to scream for a judge and jury, my Mother in the front seat. However this trip was just the three of us, my father had stayed in Mexico to look after his Scotch glass and make sure it didn't run empty, so I had the entire back seat to claim as my own. If only I could remember, 'Cross the laces, make the first loop with my left hand and pinch...' As badly as I wanted to learn how to tie my own shoes to show my grandma, it could not hold my interest for the anticipation of my 'bag of goodies' was far too great.

My grandmother was a true matriarch. She reigned supreme sitting on the end of the living room davenport smoking endless cigarettes, tissue tucked in her right sleeve of her bathrobe, while occasionally sipping from her ice tea secure on its coaster beside 6 to 8 pills to be consumed at pre-established times. Her house was on Briar Lane and sat on the corner next to Webster Avenue. However her home had much more of a Briar Lane feel to it. A smooth black-topped road winding casually side to side along elm trees. You could hear the splashing of neighborhood kids in their backyard pools as you strolled down the lane. The wind would gently sweep the broad tree leaves making a pleasant sound and a secure feeling.

Each summer as soon as Susie and I followed our Mother through the front door, our eyes both greeted our grandmother but for no more than an instant before we scoured the room for our individual 'bag of goodies'. A shopping bag of delight. Coloring books, dolls, racing cars, stuffed animals, and my favorite, an oversized red plastic bat, which she dubbed herself the 'Buck-o' Bat.

I remember watching my Mother as we drove through De Pere and under a railroad bridge, which to me, signaled the near arrival to our golden destination. She seemed so appeased and her eyes began to glow. I knew my Mother loved her Mother, but not until years later would I truly understand to what magnitude. When I was 5 I wanted to make them proud, but I still could not resist the material 'goodies' that were presented to me. The love my Mother had is what she passed on to her children and all that would be close to her in her life. It is this love that I hope to pass on to my children someday. A love more wonderful than any 'bag of goodies'. My Mom did so much for everyone and I wish I could have done more for her. Make her proud, for proud she made me for having the best Mother a boy could ever have.
Marco Becerril (Son)
February 10th, 2010
Mom, I am going to use this memorial site to write to you. Again, I want to say that life is very sad without you. I miss you so much and your smiling face and your laugher. I want to share this story because it meant the world to me when your beloved little Noah told me this.

A couple weeks before Christmas, Noah and I were driving back from his religion class. I asked him, since we had been working on his Christmas wish list, "what is the ONE thing out of everything on your list that you hope you get for Christmas?" He was silent for a moment, and then he responded, "I wish I could have Grandma B back". He didn't care about the toys or anything like that. We sat in silence the rest of the way home, as I cried. He just wanted YOU back. Coming from an 8 year old, that was the most precious thing that he could have said.

We just celebrated his 9th birthday. I had a very difficult day that day, because I know he was so precious to you, and you to him. I reminded him that even though you were not physically here with us, that you are watching us from above in Heaven. And that you, too, are proud of the young little man he has become.

We miss and think of you every day, Mom.

All of my love,
Susana Stascak (Daughter)
January 28th, 2010
This is the memorial I set up for Susan Becerril. To sign the guest book, click on the "Sign Guest Book" button below.
Marco Becerril
October 10th, 2009
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"Sue, How I miss talking with my dear,dear friend. From our great adventures at Northwestern,our children being born,grand kids arriving...oh, how she loved them all! We had some wonderful times. Know you are happy in heaven . Your old buddy,Patti"
Patti McClintock
September 30th, 2012
"My dear, beautiful Mother.... I can not believe you have been gone for 3 years already. I long for your sparkling blue eyes, and your beautiful smile. Thank you for being our guardian angel... I love and miss you."
Susana Stascak
July 1st, 2012
"It has been one year since you went up to Heaven. I know in my heart that you are no longer sad, and that makes it better. You are finally happy and at peace, smiling your beautiful smile. You will never be forgotten. I love you and miss you."
Susana Stascak
July 1st, 2010
"I think about you often. Words can not explain how much I appreciate what you did for us. You were as good as it gets as a mother-in-law. I could not have asked for anything more. The boys miss you ALOT!!! You will always be remembered."
Michael Stascak
October 12th, 2009
"I think of you every single day and wish you were still with us. You were a very wonderful, strong, beautiful and caring woman. I miss you dearly. Much love to you MOM."
Cindy Young
October 10th, 2009
"Not a day goes by, that I don't think about you. Your beautiful smile, your loving ways, your laughter. I miss you so much, Mom. You will always be close to me in my heart. I love you!"
Susana Stascak
October 10th, 2009
"I miss you so much. You meant the world to me, I feel so blessed to have been able to call you 'Mom'."
Marco Becerril
October 10th, 2009


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