Kathleen Jane Hotelling
Age 76, of Flint, passed away on September 11, 2024. In accordance with her wishes, cremation has taken place. Expressions of sympathy may be shared with the family on Kathleen’s Tribute Wall at detroitcremationsociety.com.
Kathleen Jane Hotelling was born on October 8, 1947, in Gilford, Michigan, the daughter of Mr. Harry Haske, Mrs. Hazel (Fuller) Tayler.
Surviving Kathleen are her two children and their spouses; Michelle and Scott Hiller and Grace (Don) and Ann Cunningham. Her grandchildren; James (Desiree) Hensley, and Emilee & Dalton, great grandchildren; Brendan, Isabella, Mason,Dax L, James Quintin and Jack Wayne. Her sisters; Jeanette (Dale) Weaver, Mary Margaret (Duane) Kohlhoff, Anna Brandt and brother Michael (Mary) Haske.
Kathleen is preceded in death by the love her life Dan Morrell 20 wonderful years together. Her mother Hazel, Step father Thomas Taylor, father Harry Haske, sister Linda Gagnon, niece Balinda White, brother in law Kenneth Brandt
Mom was such a sweet sensitive beautiful soul. She did her very best to give her children a good life and to live her life with mystery, vigor, excitement and joy. She had a wonderful sense of humor. She loved to travel all over the states on her motorcycle, her adventures are many 🙂 She worked at Hurley medical center for approximately 20 years as a neonatal ward clerk. She was even honored as employee of the year there.
Mom (Monka) you are deeply loved, you are truly adored and missed with every fiber of our being. Thank you so much, for all you gave
Kathleen’s obituary was written by her loving family.
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I missed you quietly today. So quietly that no one noticed.
I missed you as I climbed out of bed and as I brushed my teeth; when I waited at the lights on the drive into work and as I heard the rain outside my window.
I missed you as I ordered lunch and as I kicked off my shoes when I got home; as I switched off the lights and climbed into bed for the night.
I missed you without tears or noise or fanfare.
But oh how I felt it.
I felt it in the morning, at lunchtime, in the evening, and at night. I felt it as I woke, as I waited, as I worked. I felt it at home, on the road, in the light, in the dark, in the rain.
I felt it in every one of those moments, each one sitting heavier and heavier as the weight of me missing you kept growing and growing.
Yes, I missed you so quietly today.
But I felt it so loudly.
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Becky Hemsley 2024