LORI MARIE HARTNETT

https://www.goeco-pro.com/about-us This is still who I am. (Minus the husband) I hope that I have made you proud. I want so badly to follow in your footsteps. I want to break generational curses, I want peace, love and equality. I want respect, most of all. I love you Mommy. I did pest control for years, but I did it best the ECOFRIENDLY way. With education, prevention, and a dash of peppermint oil. I miss this industry so much, but would only want to do it THIS way. Peppermint oil, cinnamon, turmeric, rosemary, clove, all natural ingredients only. Just like you taught me.

Today is your Grandson William’s ninth birthday. He is growing so fast. He is currently laughing that big belly laugh that you gifted him. It is music to my ears. I love you.

Mom, I want you to know, that I took the name Partsch for two reasons. One is my Grandad. I know he did not do right by your Mother, and I know there was a lot of injustice there. My entire childhood I felt as though I was in the middle. Always being pulled from one side to the other. It was really draining in adolescence to have to “choose” which side was right. No child should ever have to choose. Grandad got to see the error of his ways in you, as well as his other daughters, and his strained relationships; The little Dolores to the first Dolores. He had to know what he did in that. He had to watch it happen. I know you and he had great times, and you had hard times. I know for a fact that he loved you dearly. I know in the end of things you’re just like me, a MOMMAS GIRL. Grandad was the change for me that he wished to see in himself. He stepped in as my father, and he never did those things again, which is why he is in heaven. He got back what he gave 1000 fold in his life. The second reason I took the name is because of my uncle, the apple to your eyes. If I had to choose my own dad it would’ve been one or both of them. They are both great men. My uncle Mike especially. It really just chalked up to taking a name that was a family name, that I felt was worthy of me keeping. This way I will not want to remarry and change it. I’m thankful that Grandad chose me, and I’m grateful that you chose my uncle for me as Godfather. Mothers really do always know best. I know you are in heaven, smiling down on me. And I know you are proud. Love, Jessica Rose

I have fond memories of your sister, Lisa. I know you always said I reminded you of her when I was little, (personality) but as I’ve aged then you said Michelle. I remember calling you once and you thought I was Michelle, and you gave me that larger than life infectious laugh, when I said “mom.”My looks currently jump around from Grandad, YOU, (when I’m angry I’m Lori all day) but when I was a child, maybe 2-3, I recall going to Christmas with all of the family. I remember watching Lisa put red lipstick on, in the bathroom. I recall her putting it on me too and I just felt like the prettiest girl in the world. I reserve lipstick kisses for, and only for, family. My children, my mother, my grandad are all examples of my lipstick kisses. I only place those on people that I love unconditionally. Those are NOT romantically connected, but they are from my heart, and that is because of my Aunt Lisa. These are pieces of you, your sisters and brothers that I hold onto. I am not concerned with what everyone else is doing, only what I am doing, and who I am. All of these loved ones on earth and passed, are a part of me. I love them all dearly. And I want this to be known. Thank you for introducing me to all of these people, thank you for always telling me about them, so that I know where I truly come from. I miss you everyday. And I send you lipstick kisses, straight to heaven, as I always did have a way of softening you up a little, with my girly girl ways. 💋💋💋

Mom, I went all the way back to 2022, when your father passed away, and his obituary was created, emailed the funeral home that published it, to have your name spelled correctly on his obituary. I was really upset with the misspelling and wanted justice for that. I also sent them this obituary, created by me, for proof. As I move onto healing from losing you, I am still fighting for you, and I wanted you to know that. I love you. Although I am a peaceful woman now, I truly wish someone would challenge me further regarding this. My best friend. DOLORES, NOT Deloris. How terrible. It is NOW corrected by ME. See below. https://www.brownfuneralhomeswv.com/memorials/kenneth-partsch/4921627/

https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/name/dolores-partsch-obituary?pid=183645676

https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/name/kenneth-partsch-obituary?id=34611642&utm_source=webshareapi&utm_medium=share_button&utm_campaign=wsapimobile_beta Yours, mine, and OURS.

https://youtu.be/eg50JGPEoo8?si=SSTjcu5sr32HpeYh I got to hear your heartbeat when I hugged you, and when you carried me, from inside. You got to hear mine in sync. I will never forget the long late night drives, dancing, singing, concerts, love, laughter and fun. I love you until my last heartbeat. Carrie Underwood, “heartbeat” is us dancing to life, yours, mine and OURS.

My condolences go out to Loris Sisters and Brothers all mentioned above, all of her Nieces and nephews, which she loved dearly. My condolences go out to all cousins, from Maryland, Virginia, Florida, Pennsylvania, unlisted. There are so many people who truly loved Lori, and as I created this I kept thinking of more and more people to add, but did not have space and wanted to remember her with as many examples as possible. There are not ever enough words I will ever be able to properly put together to describe how special Lori was.