Elizabeth L Lopez passed away peacefully at home at age 89. She is survived by husband John V Lopez, daughter Lynn & son-in-law Peter Belluardo, son John N Lopez & daughter-in-law Cheryl Hults, and 5 grandchildren: Dennis, Dana, Amy, Dean and Carolyn.
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Written by her daughter, Lynn K (Lopez) Belluardo
Mom and Dad married on March 1, 1952 and honeymooned "Down the NJ Shore" for a couple of very cold days on the beach, watching the ocean waves crash in.
This year marked their 70th anniversary but unfortunately, no matter how hard my brother John tried, they couldn't celebrate it together. Mom and Dad both spent February and March playing musical hospital beds, bouncing from the medical center in Sebastian, to Orchid Cove Rehab facility, to the Hospital in Vero Beach. Always missing each other by mere hours.
Mom loved animals. Growing up My brother and I remember always having a dog. We had Chipper the terrier, Cindy the Beagle, and Heidi the longhaired german shepherd. Later, mom and dad had Cori the border collie, Gregory the Schnauzer and Hans, also a Schnauzer. We always had a menagerie of pets and mom cared for all of them. (Except the snakes and salamanders)
The most challenging of our pets that we had on our NJ suburban half acre was Cheech and Chong. The black and white Himalayan miniature goats who always managed to be on the wrong side of their fence, giving mom chase before she could leave for work. (Mom always had a job somewhere close to home.)
Mom loved petting the fuzzy noses of horses and cows and we often stopped along the roadside for her to pet them. She loved farms and befriended a huge Brahma/Brown Swiss Mixed steer by the name of Ears who lived at the dairy farm just down the road from their place in Windham, PA where they lived for about 30 years.
She enjoyed looking out the windows and watching the deer play with their fawns in the spring. She would sit on the porch and have a bit of wine while watching the sunset over the next hill. She fed the hummingbirds and looked forward to their return in summer.
Mom always took good care of her husband, John. He struggled through and survived several years of illness, injuries, operations, procedures and treatments. Mom was his personal nurse-maid. She gave her all.
Her last words to me were, " You're taking good care of me now. Is everyone in the family alright?"
Yes Mom. We're all okay. We love you!
