In loving memory of

Lorraine Suter
April 29, 1923 - November 20, 2010

Name: Lorraine C. Suter



Life Dates: 4/29/1923 - 11/20/2010



City Of Birth: Pittsburgh, PA



Pre-deceased by

Predeceased by her husband, Jonas P. Suter.



History

Survived by her children, Charles (Maria) Suter of NJ, Janet Giovino, Nancy (Jerry) Mostek of Hilton Susan (Russell) Mims of AL; grandchildren, Laura Mostek, Lindsey Giovino, James Mostek, Samuel Giovino, Christopher Mostek Reece Mims; devoted friend, Irene Leary.



Donations

Humane Society @ Lollypop Farm, 99 Victor Rd., Fairport, NY 14450 in Lorraine's memory.



Services

Lorraine's visitation will be held 10AM-12 Noon on Monday at the funeral home, 1411 Vintage Ln (between Rte 390 Long Pond Rd) Her Funeral Service will follow visitation at 12 Noon. Interment Riverside Cemetery.

Tributes

Jane Lyth wrote on Nov 30, 2002:

"Jane Lyth Fond memories of Lorraine in our Rebekah Circle, women's circle of Presbyterian Women at Bethany Presbyterian Church. We will keep you all in our thoughts and prayers! The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips"

Patricia E Fox wrote on Nov 30, 2002:

"Patricia E Fox Relation to Deceased: Family Friend My love goes to you & your family !! I have many wonderful memories of time we spent together.Your family & mine . Thank you for that ! The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive - to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that's left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody"