Visiting: Monday (2/22) 8-9 AM
Mass: Monday (2/22) 9:30 AM @
Our Lady of Angels Church
Cemetery:
Holy Cross Cemetery
(Brooklyn, New York)
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Rita Eileen Wiley, our beloved Aunt and Great Aunt, has died at age 91.
We will always remember her gentle, caring ways and we'll especially miss her phone calls. There are seven Beatty siblings and somehow she managed to check in on each of us at different times. If one of us were in the middle of a storm, for example, we knew the phone would soon ring and it would be Aunt Rita checking in to make sure we were OK. And then, just after we hung up and were walking away the phone would ring again and it would be Aunt Rita with "just one more thing" she forgot to mention. We all knew to plan on that second call! "Bye for now" was her sign off.
She called with up- to-the minute advice on student loans. We took it.
She called to tell me my credit card company had been breached online even before I knew it had.
She sent the best bread recipe ever.
She knew that a metal pie pan resulted in a better pie crust than a glass pan.
Did I say that Aunt Rita simply did not cook? Ever.
But, how she loved her pale yellow kitchen, saying it was "the prettiest kitchen in the land"!
Her first secretarial job was with our Great Uncle Harry who worked as a bookkeeper.
When her mother and father became infirm Rita took loving care of them at great sacrifice to her personal life. In order to do that she retired from her 30 year job at Exxon where she was a top notch executive secretary, known to advise her boss on his choice of ties. Ever the perfectionist.
Rita enjoyed playing the piano and had a wonderful voice. When she sang we didn't want her to stop.
She also performed in local theater and played the part of the Salvation Army lady in "Guys and Dolls". It was to see Aunt Rita all over again when she was up on stage.
How much joy she brought to our house when we all were children. With her red lipstick and pretty bracelets that jangled she was our own Auntie Mame.
How sad we are to lose her. All those little quirks that drove us mad we now wish we could have back. Maybe someone in heaven can help you find a 110' garden hose, Aunt Rita! Or just the right cotton nightgown that you won't need to return. We all really hope so. And, if you see a phone up there I think we're due for snow.
Bye for now, dear Aunt Rita.