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Goodbye to Mumzy

Right after Hudson was born, Mumzy (Jason's grandmother) went into the hospital after her heart stopped twice. She was put under sedation to stabilize her heart but never came out of it. Last weekend we went down to Texas to see her and say what would be our final goodbyes. She passed away the Saturday afternoon after we got there. She absolutely loved the boys and I'm so sad she lived survive till we were moved down there and could spend more time with her. I will miss her hearty laugh and how much she loved spending time with the boys. It was a really rough weekend for us all but I'm glad we got to see her before she left us. The funeral is today. We couldn't go because of Jason's exams and it would just be too hard on the little ones making two trips so close together.

Her obituary from the paper:

Elizabeth Marie (Nagel) Allen, 76, of Bryan passed away on June 13, 2015. Graveside services will be held on Saturday, June 20th at 1:30pm in the Bryan City Cemetery. Steve Holcombe will officiate the service. Funeral services are in the care of Callaway-Jones Funeral Home and Crematory.

"Betty Lee" was born September 16, 1938 in Fredericksburg, Texas to Herman and Clara Nagel. Betty Lee enjoyed cooking a good meal for her family. She loved her rock gardens and her plants. She liked to build puzzles and welcomed who would venture into building puzzles with her. Betty Lee married Thomas Carl Allen Sr. on September 30, 1959 in Llano, Texas. They moved their family to Bryan in 1976 and she was employed with K-Mart until they closed. She had a deep sense of adoration for her grandchildren. She was affectionately known as Mumzy by her grandchildren and enjoyed visits from them and her neighbors. She was deeply loved and will be missed by her children and their families.

She is preceded in death by her husband, Thomas Carl Allen Sr.; and her father Herman Nagel.

She is survived by her mother, Clara Nagel; her siblings Erna, Clara, Conrad, Katy and Randy. She is also survived by her children, Tom and Pam Allen, Jeff and Natalie Allen and Jud and Julie Allen; along with 12 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren.


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