Dearest Sundermier family, your parish community at St. Teresa of Calcutta is keeping you in our prayers.
You will see her again one day in Paradise. May the loving memories of times shared with her keep her memory alive and ever present in your daily lives. May God comfort you now and in the days to come.
God Bless,
Shawn Marie Brown
Director of Parish Services
This can’t be real I keep saying. You are supposed to be at my new house next week! I have your room ready and meals planned. Planned a girls sleepover and have the cards and games ready. Instead I am here saying goodbye to you. My heart is broken. I miss your voice and our FaceTimes. Will forever love you my friend. Hope you are flying free. xo
Mum Sundy. Pat. Muriel. I am broken hearted, and I know that God is near to the broken hearted, but also I know how much you comforted me in all of my many phases of life. You were; always my “other mum” and no matter the time or distance; we always managed to send and show care to one another. I will deeply miss you, but I will also continue to hold you close to me, in conversation and in spirit. I know that all the seeds you planted inside of me are about to grow exponentially. And I am thankful for the time here on earth the Lord gave us. Thank you for loving me, and loving me from afar. I promise to do my best to be supportive of those you leave behind; and I will see you again my Mum Sundy: I love you; and I leave you at the feet of Jesus. I pray you meet my parents and have a ball together in the afterlife. I love you always Muriel.
The family of Muriel Patricia Sundermier uploaded a photo
Q: How did you meet Muriel?
A: I met Pat through my wife, Lisa. We hit it off instantly. I really enjoyed playing cards and having conversations about anything and everything. She was a beautiful person, and I am grateful to have known her.
She called me “the butler”. I loved the nickname, and we will keep why the nickname “butler” forever under wraps. My sincere condolences to the family. I will miss you, Pat.
Love ya,
Howie aka Butler
Lisa Posted Dec 8, 2024 at 3:17 PM
My Dearest Pat,
With tears in my eyes I write,
Who now do I grow old with? Who will I own the female commune with? Who will I sit in the rocking chairs with on the front porch? Me with my dog and cigarette, and you with your cat and drink in hand. We laughed because I can’t drink and ruin my sobriety. No men on the property ever. Except for the Butler (Howie), the maintenance man. He’s allowed to be on property. But he was the only exception. Our dream will wait. Til then… Miss & Love you Lisa
