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Susan Jill Lambert

Bridgeville, PA

July 26, 1954 - June 20, 2018

Jul 26, 1954 - Jun 20, 2018

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Susan Jill Lambert, my mother, died on Wednesday, June 20. Her physical heart could only keep up for so long with the intensity of love and empathy her soul wielded through it, and after 63 years it finally and suddenly gave out.

My mom dedicated her life to two things: her sons -- myself, Mike Lambert, and my two brothers, Jeff and Max -- and to healing the pain she saw in the world however she could.

My mom was, as most of you know, intensely spiritual and nothing made her more happy than to try and heal those she came across, physically or emotionally. (If you asked her, she’d say it was usually both.) This would often happen whether you asked for it or not, but I don’t recall anyone ever complaining. She practiced herbalism, nutrition, any alternative medicine that passed her criteria for usefulness she would fold into her repertoire. If it didn’t work, she’d try something else until something did...and she found a lot that worked. She was an intense prayer, generous to a fault, and an incredible listener. Recently, she finally finished and published the book she’d been working on in her head or out loud for as long as I can remember. She called it We Are So Loved, as she made it her life’s work to help people feel that. And she was good at her job.

As for me and my brothers, she homeschooled all three of us to keep us out of a public school system she didn’t think was good enough; despite the pushback and fear and naysaying from everyone around her about that decision, she kept it up. In the end, neither me or Jeff incurred any debt for our undergraduate degrees due to receiving and maintaining academic scholarships, and Max is on track to do the same. (She never gloated about that, so I’m doing it for her.) She managed to give us a spiritual and religious education without ever bogging us down with some particular dogma, and managed to keep us sane while surrounded by the opposite that the deep south throws out so often. She taught us that no person was ever less-than, that they should only be judged by how they treat other people, and how to understand the differences of others as if they were our own. She taught us how to make friends with animals. She hugged me every chance she got. She made me graham crackers and milk when I was sad. And she made me strong enough to make my own now.

More than an obituary, this is a small and insufficient thank you from Jill Lambert’s oldest son, to anyone with reason to read it. Her passing was painless and almost instant, a blessing she very much deserved, but such blessings don’t leave time for goodbyes. So, I wrote this instead. Hopefully your own goodbyes and gratitude can sail along next to it, wherever it finds her. Thanks for loving my mom, too.

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