There were many beautiful and memorable moments from mom's funeral Mass, but few have brought more comments than Steven and Luke's eulogy for her.  It made us all both laugh and cry and shared so many special memories of Becky.  For those that have asked as well as those who couldn't attend, we'd like to share the guys' notes from their speech here.

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For those of you who don’t know me I’m Steven Zimmerman, Stephanie’s husband, and by all accounts, Becky’s favorite son in law.

I’ve truly struggled in figuring out what to say about Becky today, there are so many amazing things to say, so many memories, and so many stories to tell.

Most of us will remember that Becky expressed love through food, always making enough to feed 8 more people. She never hesitated to make something special upon request, like a strawberry pie for Violet, or cranberry sauce for Luke, or onion free potato salad for me.

Last night after the visitation, while looking for a snack, Stephanie and I found Becky’s pie pan stash. We counted 19 pie pans. And I’m sure she has one or two on loan to some of you.  On behalf of the family, keep the pie tins.

Becky taught us all so much. She taught us about hospitality, through always welcoming people into her home. She taught us about always having a good attitude, she was so positive through all of life’s ups and downs. She taught us about generosity, always willing to give of herself. Becky also taught us to hide the dirty dishes in the oven when company was coming over. She taught us to only threaten to throw away the kids toys, with a clean trash bag in hand. She somehow instilled in her daughters to call at the most inconvenient times.

If we ever need a reminder about who Becky was. Look at her girls. The kindness and generosity they exude are exactly who Becky was. Each one of the girls, are living tributes to the person Becky was.

I always loved Becky, but after Stephanie had kids, she became such a huge part of our lives. When they were babies, she was always available ask questions too or to snuggle a baby overnight so we could sleep. As the kids have aged, she truly embraced her role as Gigi. Spoiling the kids, making things with them, or giving them ice cream, way after bedtime.

One of the hardest parts about Becky passing so young is that our kids will miss so many memories with her. I’m sad for my babies, because I know how special Gigi was. She loved them so so much.

We always joked about how “Becky time” was a very real thing in the Bogner house. Becky was never early, or on time, or in a hurry. We seriously considered starting Mass on time today, but  having the funeral director bring Becky in 10 Minutes late.

We are left here to carry on without Becky. Our life’s being harder and not as enjoyable without her. However, I know she wouldn’t want us to mope around sad because she’s gone. She would want us to be joyful, glad to have loved someone so special. She would want us to enjoy the simple things, like pretty wild flowers, or a beautiful old house, or a perfect day on the porch.  Above all she would want us to value the people in our lives, to hold our babies tight, and love them like Gigi would.

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Good morning everyone, I’m Luke Werner.  I was fortunate enough to marry Emily over there and am blessed to be a part of this family and to have to opportunity to love, tease, be doted upon, and laugh with Becky.

Becky had one of the most generous souls I have ever encountered.  She gave tirelessly and make it look effortless. When Emily and I first started dating, I told her about how much I liked my Harley.  Becky made a mental note and has never once failed to buy me Harley shirts, calendars, key chains, and gadgets stamped with the ever costly Harley Davidson Bar and Shield.

I was lucky enough to greet tons of Midland teachers, administrators, workers, and students last night.  Many of them remember Becky for all her smiles, hugs, and efforts in and around school. Becky kept score at volleyball during those long middle and high school seasons.  To the coaches and players of the Timberwolves, thank you. I don’t know if it is commonly known, but Becky took that job for the sole purpose of bankrolling our Christmas morning.  Each game she was at bought her grandkids toys, bought her daughters beautiful dresses, and her son in laws tools, and bought Steve all sorts of antique toy tractors, which are proudly displayed around the house.  I will sincerely miss those mornings and the joy they brought everyone.

Becky touched an uncountable amount of lives, and the time I spent right over there last night was a testament to her dedication to this community, school, and church.  Many know her because of her gift of baking. We all know Becky was generous, and boy I loved it when she was generous with the cookies and cakes. Her way of showing love was to bake.  She welcomed me into the family by baking my wedding cakes. Yes, the mother of the bride was the sole provider of the cakes at my wedding. To top that all off, all but one of them fell completely through the night prior to our wedding.  Slightly panicked, I remember her saying, “Well, um, this has never happened before, I don’t know what I did…” Not to be deterred, she spent the better part of the night prior to her daughter’s wedding not reflecting, not reminiscing, but baking.

Becky would do anything for her family.  Her generosity was uncanny, but it was not without effort.  Becky didn’t just give a mountain of gifts at Christmas, she wrapped them all.  Becky would go through a forest’s worth of wrapping paper to bring her grandkids (who are we kidding, us too) the joy of Christmas.  Becky put countless hours in the kitchen cleaning up after huge meals, and making tons of cookies. She held back nothing to make the house hospitable.  She cooked our kids’ favorite meals and she renovated rooms to make room for our growing families. She went so far as to buy the same baby monitors so that we had a seamless transition between our home and hers. Becky would bend over backwards twice to make you feel welcome in her home.

I will miss Becky’s smile.  It was intoxicatingly warm. Joy radiated off of her whenever she was around, and nothing brought her more joy than her grandkids.  I encourage you all to take a page out of Becky’s cookbook, smile, and have hope.

We all wonder what we will ask the Lord when we arrive at the Gates of Heaven.  Certainly I have my fair share of questions, and would love to know God’s plan. I take joy in knowing that Becky was privileged to be able to look her Savior in the eye and have her deepest questions answered. We can all speculate as to what that question was, but I’ve narrowed it down to two:

1. Which way to the kitchen?

2. What is your favorite kind of pie?

Thank you all for attending today, it means more than you know to see all of you here.