Eulogy for Lynette Sue (Tibbetts) Tippel Written by Matthew Konrad Tippel Revelations 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Mom was many things to many people. Being the loving companion she was to my father for 40 years; a loving daughter, sister, aunt, great aunt to a family that she loved dearly; a mother who’s love for her only child created the man I am today; and her friendship that has been felt and experienced by countless people. Mom’s love was evident in everything she did. That love was given out in droves, and has been even more evident since her passing. The amount of love given to our family since she left us has given us all an even truer sense of that love felt by the masses surrounding her. For her beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for her beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for her beautiful poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. My mother exhibited this beauty everyday of her life. When we knew my mother’s time on this earth was nearing its end, I had this strong conviction in my heart that I needed to do my mother’s eulogy. As her best friend, confidant and only son I will speak to the beautiful women she was to us all.
Beautiful. What a perfect word to describe my mother. So I decided to look up the definition of beautiful and this is what I found: 1.) An assemblage or graces or properties pleasing to the eye, the ear, the intellect, the aesthetic faculty, or the moral sense; 2.) A particular grace, feature, ornament, or excellence; anything beautiful; as, the beauties of nature; 3.) A beautiful person, esp. a beautiful woman. Enough said.
My mother was born, Lynette Sue Tibbetts, in Batesville, Indiana on September 23, 1946 to Martha (Tibbetts) Boese. Lyn’s red hair and freckled face was a striking reminder of her beauty, inside and out. Lyn was the apple of her grandfather’s eye that when he came home from work she had to be dressed and ready so he could take her on a walk. And she was the apple of her grandmother’s eye, Kitty Tibbetts, whom she learned to crochet and who when she was pregnant with me was so thrilled to meet me, unfortunately she never did having passed 5 months before I was born. My mother remembered her childhood fondly and though she never knew her birth father the love she received from her family was more than enough and when my grandmother married Robert Boese she had a father that loved her unconditionally. For eight years my mother was the only child until her sister Melinda was born and
then Sandra. And the though there many years apart between my mother and her two sisters the love, they shared for one another was remarkable. My Aunt Sandy was devoted to visiting her sister in her final months and even sang to her the night she passed even though my mother didn’t really care for her voice. The story goes that growing up her sisters would be so frustrated with her cause my Mom being the avid bookworm she was, would run upstairs right after dinner with her nose in the current books she was reading. Her sisters complained that Lyn was trying to get out of her after dinner chores and being the oldest, Mom thought maybe should could. Though when grandma (her mother) yelled ‘Lynette Sue’ she knew she better get her butt down and finish her chores. My Mom was surrounded by love all her life. My grandmother is the reason my mother was the remarkable beautiful women we lay to rest today.
Following graduation Lyn began to work for American State Bank as a Teller and after a combined total of 40 years with the bank she retired once this 100 year old locally owned and operated bank sold. During this time she spent many years alongside Wilma Wittrock as a Baptist Youth Fellowship leader here at FBC, she always talked about those memories fondly with Wilma, Pam, Kathy, Sally & Debbie and the trips they took together. My mother changed many lives during her that time as youth group leader as she experienced many “Thank You’s” in recent years for her contribution to the people they had become. In 1973, Lyn was introduced by State Trooper Kenny Greves to this good looking guy who made ‘lots of dough”. Little did she know that he literally made “dough” as he worked for a family bakery called Sayler Park. His name was Konrad Tippel and after only one month he proposed to this beautiful women and they married August 25, 1973. Roommate and dear friend Debbie Hastings was the Maid of Honor and the guy that introduced them, Kenny Greves, was the Best Man. My parents had love like any other and that was evident in the final months of my mother’s life. The way my father was by her bedside stroking and holding her hand, the times my mother missed being home spending time doing the things that bonded them even closer in their retirement years. I witnessed a special love, a true love.
Three years later after my parents said “I do” my mother gave birth to her only child, a 9lb 2oz baby boy on April 20, 1976, yours truly. My mother was in 15 ½ hours of labor with me and she liked to remind me of that every year on my birthday. She loved being a mother and was quite good at it. She knew how to let me make my own choices whether wrong or right, she supported me in every endeavor I wanted to explore and was by my side through every rough patch to every joyous occasion. Many of you have told me I was the LOVE OF HER LIFE. I started piano lessons when I was 7 yrs. old and though
there were days I wanted to quit, I am so grateful she made me stick with it. One valuable lesson I learned is when I played my first own arrangement of “It Is Well with My Soul’ for church when I was around 12, I received so many compliments afterwards of the arrangement itself, but how wonderfully I played it. I have always been one not to take compliments very well and would always point out my own mistakes and faults. That particular Sunday my mother took me to the side and told me to just say ‘Thank You’. They don’t know you made mistakes and you are deny them that blessing of complimenting you are the talents God gave you. From that day forward, even today, when someone compliments me I always here my mother saying to me, ‘Just say Thank You’.
My mother was so involved in my life from elementary to adulthood. She was at every show choir concert & competition; at every band concert & competition; every theater production from high school to today; every recital & competition; every band & show choir trip; every church function; she was an officer of LHS band boosters; organized the concessions stand at GMS & LHS games which helped us raise money for our trips; every college function; when I worked for Indianapolis Opera, my parents were there for every opera; they were there for every church function at West Newton UMC to Allisonville CC. I knew my mother was proud of the man I had become, but to me it was part of our family dynamic. It was just me and my parents growing up and I’m so grateful for the close bond we had as a family.
In 2006, my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. This devastating diagnosis only made my mother’s already strong faith, stronger. After a mastectomy and months of chemo, radiation, exhaustion, losing her hair she proved to so many of us how being strong in your faith will get you through the most difficult of life’s continuing journey. My mother was 7 years cancer free and was very proud of that accomplishment. Here statement of faith during that time read likes this: “God is who He says He is. God can do what He say he can do. I am who God says I am. I can do all things through Christ. God’s Word is alive and active in me. I’m believing God”
The one thing many remember about my Mom was her beautiful voice. I always remember my mother singing the Dottie Rambo classic “We Shall Behold Him” along with many Sandi Patty classics. My
mother was a huge Sandi Patty fan that whenever she was singing with the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra I would make sure to take my parents. Recently, Sandi sent a signed copy of a CD with well wishes for a speeding recovery that brought my mother to tears. My mother LOVED music and recently fell in love with the Chris Tomlin song, I Will Rise, when my Allisonville Choir sang this a few Easter’s ago. This song speaks to that strong faith that my mother lived everyday. There’s a peace I’ve come to know Though my heart and flesh may fail There’s an anchor for my soul I can say, it is well Jesus has overcome And the grave is overwhelmed The victory is won He is risen from the dead And I will rise when He calls my name No more sorrow, no more pain I will rise on eagle's wings Before my God, fall on my knees And rise, I will rise There’s a day that’s drawing near When this darkness breaks to light And the shadows disappear And my faith shall be my eyes Jesus has overcome And the grave is overwhelmed The victory is won He is risen from the dead And I will rise when He calls my name No more sorrow, no more pain I will rise on eagle's wings Before my God, fall on my knees And rise, I will rise And I hear the voice of many angels sing Worthy is the Lamb And I hear the cry of every longing heart Worthy is the Lamb I will rise when He calls my name No more sorrow, no more pain I will rise on eagle's wings
Before my God, fall on my knees And rise, I will rise, I will rise Yes, Momma you are at peace with no more sorrow, nor more pain, he called your name and you did rise on eagle’s wings. Though your heart and flesh did fail, your faith became your eyes and your soul did rise. It is well, praise God it is well!
How incredibly strong was she? Did I know anyone stronger? She never gave up. And this is why, when my mother was sick and I didn’t realize how her willingness to fight would impact me. I knew that my strength and her strength would get me through. It’s amazing how strong you can be when you have no other choice. There are really no words to describe my closeness with my mother. I know this because the agonizing decline of a loved one’s health forces even the most optimistic and hopeful to think about and plan for this day. And as such, you start thinking about what you might say during a time like this. And after unsuccessfully putting pen to paper several times, I realized that there really are no words.
There are only feelings, indescribable feelings. Feelings that make my heart burst and my whole being melt. Because my mother was my insides. She is my insides. My guts. My confidence. My bravery and my strength. My sensitivity, my compassion, my loyalty and even my laughter. She was everything. She was my mother, and she was my friend.
In a time such as this, we are often left with so many questions; questions that will likely be left unanswered. The only real fact we know is that the beautiful woman who was with us influenced our daily lives, and will continue do so long after her departure from this physical plane. Her kindness knew few boundaries; her love knew no borders. The peace I feel today is only present because of the immense amount of knowledge and wisdom she imparted to me from the moment she gave birth to me. This pain may only be quelled by the knowledge that her love, kindness, intelligence and incredible spirit will now be spread across the universe to oversee and hopefully quiet the pains of those left on this earth. Our love for her will continue; our pain will endure with lessening intensity; our admiration will continue with passionate ferocity. Momma...I know you're listening, I know you see us now. I can feel your love around me. I love you, unconditionally, and until we meet again.