Beverly Jean Burbach

Aunt Bev is the kind of Aunt everyone wants. I can remember our summer visits to Wisconsin,sitting on her bed talking to her..I must have been 3 or 4 at the time. Going to Gettysburg,Washington DC in the fall of 1964 when she came to visit. Always quick to laugh and joke she was my one and only choice to be my 2 boys Godmother. Thank you Aunt Bev. James M Dillow

I remember the first day that we met in the stands of my son's Football game. Where she came to support her granddaughter cheering in the halftime show. She was the most genuine person with the biggest heart and I felt very welcomed every time I saw her. I remember tearing up when we left because of how I felt in her home. Very warm and Inviting! She was a wonderful person who loved her family very much! My heart is breaking for all of you! My thoughts & prayers are with you 💜

Often there would be a joke or two that would fly around the referral office at Internal Medicine and Pediatrics and this is the one Bev and I would cartoon off of a lot if it got nutz in the office; Seems there was a treasure ship on its way back to port. About halfway there, it was approached by a pirate, skull and crossbones waving in the breeze! "Captain, captain, what do we do?" asked the first mate. "First mate," said the captain, "go to my cabin, open my sea chest, and bring me my red shirt." The first mate did so. Wearing his bright red shirt, the captain exhorted his crew to fight. So inspiring was he, in fact, that the pirate ship was repelled without casualties. A few days later, the ship was again approached, this time by two pirate sloops! "Captain, captain, what should we do?" "First mate, bring me my red shirt!" The crew, emboldened by their fearless captain, fought heroically, and managed to defeat both boarding parties, though they took many casualties. That night, the survivors had a great celebration. The first mate asked the captain the secret of his bright red shirt. "It's simple, first mate. If I am wounded, the blood does not show, and the crew continues to fight without fear." A week passed, and they were nearing their home port, when suddenly the lookout cried that ten ships of the enemy's armada were approaching! "Captain, captain, we're in terrible trouble, what do we do?" The first mate looked expectantly at the miracle worker. Pale with fear, the captain commanded, "First mate.... bring me my brown pants!" Needless to say, none of us wore brown scrubs very often... We will see you later Bev.

Larry and family Sorry to hear of the passing of Bev. We enjoyed the times we went out with your mom and dad also the visits talking of all the things that made her happy the grandchildren were at the top of the list. She ishappyhealthy and watching over all of you with much Love..make happy memories for her to see you are in our prayers. Dick and Theresa

Adam, Deb and family, We are so sorry to hear about your loss. Didn't she get you two together? Know we're thinking of you all. Paul, Pam and Max Toepfer