Obituaries » Clara S Edmondson
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December 15, 1946 - January 31, 2022
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Clara Edmondson decided to fly up and hang out with God on January 31, 2022. She was born Clara Sue Gilley on December 15, 1946. She was 75 beautiful years old. I am sure that she is, at this very moment, having an absolute blast. Mom was like that. I swear she could have fun doing anything. I remember hiking with her and her stopping to look at 843 flowers along the way (to my great irritation). And I realize that she had it right. While I was worried about how far we had to go, she was worried about missing the point of going in the first place. That a journey is to be savored, and appreciated, and tucked away as a memory that makes you who you are. And while I felt the burning in my legs and my out of shape breathing, she saw baby ferns, and jack in the pulpits, and a piece of moss on a rock that looked just like a dog (true story). And she’d go “Oh Pooh! Look at this!” And I’d say “Woman! you are killing me with all of this stopping!” And she’d smile and tell me to kiss her ass and she’d giggle, and we’d walk another 15 feet and repeat this whole thing. And after hiking 1/4 of a mile in 73 hours we’d journey back the other way. But this was downhill. And I didn’t mind stopping because downhill (as we know) is the easy part. Mom didn’t wait for something to be easy. She didn’t seek out easy. She searched for BEAUTY. In grumpy people, and sick plants, and birds in her back yard, and hard journeys. And she always found it. Every single time. Because, as she taught me for as long as I’ve known her, you will find EXACTLY what you are looking for. Along with her parents Paul W. And Charlotte Gilley, Mom is now finally reunited with my amazing brother Eric Edmondson who we lost in 2013. And I bet she is thrilled! And I also bet they are up there laughing at me daily running around like a chicken with my head cut off. And they’re saying “Hey Pooh! Look at that bird! Soak it up girl. Life is beauty.” So I guess that’s what I’ll do. And you should too.And my goodness the people who can’t wait to see her again! My personal heroes her sister Linda Gilley Everett and Uncle Larry. Her brother Paul Gilley and Aunt Teresa (I swear I hit the niece jackpot with these guys and they’re mine and you can’t have them) Her favorite son in law Steve Tittsworth. Her “Grands” Brooks Talley, Ellie Talley, Molly Edmondson, and Chloe Caldwell and her hubby Dylan. Her amazing best friend Bill Rogers. A host of nieces and nephews. And of course her spoiled rotten fur babies Socks, Paisley, Henry, and Tie dye. And me , her daughter, Wendy Tittsworth, who needed her more than anyone could ever know. And who will miss her little giggle and her soft hands and her guidance for the rest of my life. You did good Mom. You really really did.