Linda Jean Petschke, at the age of 69, passed away peacefully surrounded by her family on Monday, August 21, 2017 at Johns Hopkins Bayview Hospital in Baltimore, MD. Linda was born on March 28, 1948 in Auburn, NY, to the late Earl and Jean Guthrie. Growing up Linda loved the art of dance and notContinue Reading
Linda Jean Petschke, at the age of 69, passed away peacefully surrounded by her family on Monday, August 21, 2017 at Johns Hopkins Bayview Hospital in Baltimore, MD. Linda was born on March 28, 1948 in Auburn, NY, to the late Earl and Jean Guthrie.
Growing up Linda loved the art of dance and not only found pleasure performing in front of live audiences but also spent her free time teaching others the different styles of dance. Linda also volunteered often as a candy striper at the local town hospital in Auburn, NY, something that brought her great joy and satisfaction from knowing that she was helping others during difficult times.
For relaxation, Linda enjoyed listening to music, especially hits from the 50’s and 60’s, and loved the splendor and peacefulness of the ocean while sitting on Florida beaches. But she was most fond of being a wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, and friend and relished every moment of togetherness. Her infectious smile and love will dearly be missed but will always be remembered.
She is survived by her husband of 25 years, Greg Petschke; her children Jeanine Upchurch, Lisha Ferris and Chad Hunt along with their spouses, children and grandchildren. Also surviving are her two sisters Susan Romano, Gina Olmstead and their families.
Services are scheduled on September 1, 2017 at The Barn Vineyard Church, 3224 Appleton Road, Landenberg, PA 19350 at 12:00PM with a visitation that will begin at 11:00AM.
In lieu of flowers, the family suggests memorial contributions to Linda’s charity of choice, the “St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital”. Contributions can be made by check and sent c/o R.T. Foard Funeral Home, 259 East Main Street, Elkton, MD 21921 or by visiting their website, www.stjude.org.
left a message on September 1, 2017:
My deepest condolences to the family at this difficult time. In our time of need, we can throw all of our anxiety on God, because he cares for us.(1Peter5:7).
Terry Porcelli
left a message on September 1, 2017:
The loss of Linda is so difficult, so I'll leave those who loved her with a poem that seems to help a little....
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Sharon Knorr
left a message on August 30, 2017:
Linda became a very special member of our family when she married my brother Greg. She fit right in and my parents loved her dearly. She was tough and funny and full of love. She was always eager to pitch in and get things done. I will always be grateful to her for bringing such joy into Greg's life. Am so sorry that she is gone - she will be sorely missed by everyone who was lucky enough to know her.
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left a message on September 1, 2017:
My deepest condolences to the family at this difficult time. In our time of need, we can throw all of our anxiety on God, because he cares for us.(1Peter5:7).
Terry Porcelli
left a message on September 1, 2017:
The loss of Linda is so difficult, so I'll leave those who loved her with a poem that seems to help a little....
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Sharon Knorr
left a message on August 30, 2017:
Linda became a very special member of our family when she married my brother Greg. She fit right in and my parents loved her dearly. She was tough and funny and full of love. She was always eager to pitch in and get things done. I will always be grateful to her for bringing such joy into Greg's life. Am so sorry that she is gone - she will be sorely missed by everyone who was lucky enough to know her.
left a message:
Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.