Betsy Rush-Kron

If this is being read, it is obvious that I have moved on to the next phase of my journey. The memories I take with me are priceless and have more value than life itself. On March 4, 1958 my parents and older sister celebrated my birth and I was introduced to the world as Betsy Patricia Rush, the daughter of David T. and Barbara A. Rush. I was born in Tokyo, Japan where my father was stationed in the air force. As a child, my parents made sure my brothers, sisters and myself never wanted for anything. Our days and nights were filed with drive-in movies, rodeos, all day adventures at the lake, snow machines, motorcycles, camping, and many friends to play with until the street lights went on ... then it was time to go home. On June 4, 1982, I married Jeffrey A. Kron of Anchorage, Alaska. Together we had two beautiful children, Kameron C. Kron and Brice B. Kron, both of whom were beyond my imagination of what I was capable of doing. I never knew a purer love than that which a parent shares with their children. I was blessed to be born a woman, as my bond with my children began long before their birth. I was somebody’s daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, and friend. If you don’t believe it, just ask me ... oh wait, I'm afraid it’s too late for questions. Sorry. I was born; I blinked; and it was over. On April 16, 2023, the street lights came on and it was time to go home to that big mansion in the sky. I leave you with this ... please don’t cry because I am gone; instead be happy that I was here. (Or maybe you can cry a little bit. After all, I have passed away.) Today I am happy and I am dancing. Probably nekkid.