Hi Joe, Marissa and Hannah, I just saw your post on Beverly’s FB. I am shocked and heartbroken. Beverly and I had a special friendship from the first time we met in Destin. I am so sorry for your and our loss. She was an amazing woman whom I dearly loved and always felt like she loved me back.

Please give me a call when you have a moment to talk. I’m sending all of you lots of love and support at this difficult time. I know how painful it is to lose your mother at any age. Jeanne Elizardi 

From the very moment Bev was born, she did so much for everyone she loved. Her own mother had tried eight times to have a baby girl—and Bev finally arrived after her seven older brothers, bringing joy to her whole family. Being the youngest of so many, she developed a wicked sense of humor and always sought to make others laugh. As a sister, wife, mother, aunt, and friend, she focused all of her intensity and energy on making others happy. For me, personally, she was more an older sister than an aunt. When Dan died, she made sure that I wasn’t alone—calling me daily just to talk about anything and everything and nothing.

Her compassion was borne of her own difficult life, including the very early loss of her mother, a variety of health challenges, and being parted from her son. These experiences made her determined to make sure everyone in her life knew exactly how cherished they were. Every time she and I would say good-bye at the end of a phone call, I would say, “I love you,” and she would invariably respond, “I love you more.” No doubt she did but now, I get to have the last word. Bev, you were the *most* loved.