COLUMBUS
Susan Kay Asher; a sister, a mother, and a friend to most. Susan was born in September of 1951 in New York.
Her father and mother, Francis and Gloria, raised Susan there for the first 12 years of years of her life.
She spent many summers playing in Great Lake Ontario. Susan and her three brothers then moved to Atlanta, Georgia where she spent most of her teenage years and early twenties. She was class of 1969 from Sequoia High School.
I remember some of the stories that she told me from back in those days. I guess as her only child I didn’t fall too far from the tree. As I sit here writing this, I would have to say my mom didn’t miss any opportunities with her life. Susan went on adventures. Everything from going to college, to dating a man in an infamous motorcycle club, to traveling, to getting married and even donating a lot of her time helping people with special needs.
I would say her whole life was an adventurous highlight. A few years after her high school graduation she ended up moving to Missouri where she spent the next three years living near her parents that had moved there for work. She was married in Missouri in the time she lived there. After that they all moved to Indiana where she lived for the remainder of her life.
She got married one other time and had one son. Here in Indiana she raised me, worked and started a small art business. She wrote and designed a few children’s books that were later published. I think you could understand my mother best by some of her work. So, I’m including one of her poems.
A quiet little stream
How beautiful
This quiet little stream
Undisturbed and peaceful,
Just simply pristine.
Sunshine peaks
Through ambered trees,
Lending its light,
With radiant ease.
Reflections ripple
Over pebbles and sand,
Giving us glimpses
Of the Master’s Hand.
How enchanting,
This quiet little stream.
To rest your soul
And perhaps to dream.
Susan Asher
In my mother’s final moments I sit by her side in the very hospital that she gave birth to me. I hold her hand. I tell her she did a good job raising me and she’s almost home. Sometimes I feel as if the weight of the world is upon my shoulders, but my mother taught me how to take that weight and thrive. Susan was my mother and she is now surrounded by family near a quiet little stream.
She is survived by two brothers, Jeff and Lance, one son, David, and her cat, Misty.
The celebration of life will be held one day in every September. My mother would want you to honor her life best by
finding a quiet place in nature and just simply enjoying it.
