Dorothy Ackley
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Husband Arthur's Eulogy  

My beloved wife Dorothy,

You will never know how much you changed my life when I met you on the no. 16 cross town bus. It turned out that we would be in that bus many more times as time went on. I knew immediately that God was following me around and was about to make sure that you would be around to watch over me for the rest of my life and continue to keep me out of trouble. 

The incident at the Linden grill convinced me that you would soon be my blushing bride and it didn’t take long either for you to decide to reshape my life.  That really concerned me that God was helping you for I knew you took on a handful, but many years later, 55 years later you and God would be the winners. So I was finally beat!  But honey I still came out the winner because I had a great life with you, the love of my life.

Now you can look down on me and watch over me and I’ll be waiting for you and God to lower the rope and pull me up with you. 

So farewell my dear, dear wife…I will be seeing you soon.

Your most loving husband who will miss you greatly.

Mom's Favorite Verses  

Psa 27:1  A Psalm of David. The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The LORD is the defense of my life; Whom shall I dread?

Isa 55:8  "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways," declares the LORD.

Isa 55:9  "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts.

Isa 59:1  Behold, the LORD'S hand is not so short That it cannot save; Nor is His ear so dull That it cannot hear.

Isa 59:2  But your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God, And your sins have hidden His face from you so that He does not hear.

Jer 29:13
  'You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.

Rom 1:16  For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek.

Rom 1:17  For in it the righteousness of God is revealed from faith to faith; as it is written, "BUT THE RIGHTEOUS man SHALL LIVE BY FAITH."

Rom 10:17  So faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the word of Christ.

Phi 4:6  Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.

Phi 4:7  And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Heb 4:14  Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.

Heb 4:15  For we do not have a high priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin.

Heb 4:16  Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

Jam 1:5  But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him.

Jam 1:6  But he must ask in faith without any doubting, for the one who doubts is like the surf of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind.

Jam 1:7  For that man ought not to expect that he will receive anything from the Lord,

Jam 1:8  being a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

Daughter Diane's Eulogy  

So often in life we take for granted the things of real importance, but in times like this we are quickly reminded of the meaning of this life, those we share it with and the hope of being reunited with our love ones in eternal life.  Like many daughters it took me a long time to appreciate the wonderful gift of having a mother around through my lifetime.  I praise God for the precious gift of a mothers presence and love. 

My mom was born to Nelson and Viola Reed in 1930 in Camden New Jersey on the poor side of town. At the age of 19 in the Spring of 1949 she married my dad Art and in 1952 she had her first born, a daughter named Diane Marie. In 1957, along with her sisters family her and pop packed up the car and moved us to California and had two other children Cynthia Ann and Brian Edward and as every mother does she did her best to raise them and love them.  Whatever she did, how ever she did it, it was right for she fashioned three children who love her deeply and will miss her. Mom has 6 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.  In her early years mom loved to oil paint, paint ceramics, crochet, read and she loved dropping those coins in the slots in Vegas.  Mom loved to play games with the family and she would reminisce of all the holidays when we were younger and would all gather around a board game and play until wee hours of the morning. Moms’ favorite songs are Bluebird of Happiness and Again. Her favorite color is pink, so a touch of pink is worn today in her memory. Mom loved roses, and wherever we lived we had roses in the garden. 

Mom always made our birthdays special! I especially remember the twist party and the beautiful doll cakes she would bake and decorate for me. I remember her comforting me and telling me that my dolls hair would grow back after in a fit of childish anger I cut it off. I remember frilly dresses and Easter bonnets, especially the one with the big red rose on it.  Than came my first home perm…do you remember Little Orphan Annie, need I say anymore.  But most of all I remember her smile and the love she had for our family. My mom is remembered today in ways I had long forgotten.  However she has left many love prints on my heart that I will hold and remember forever.

In our later years though my mom didn’t share my faith at the time of my own battle with cancer, she was constantly by my side and it was through this God lovingly and graciously showed me the true love of a mother for her daughter. I earnestly believe she was God’s instrument in reminding me to cling to my faith in Jesus.  I have no doubt that God used my own illness to prepare her for her own journey she was about to begin.  He prepared her heart to trust in Him and she did. I don’t know why things happen the way they do, I can’t explain why some things happen, but I hold fast to the Bibles teaching that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28. 

All those who where close to mom knew one of her greatest fears was in dying and in facing it alone. But in the last year after learning the news she had stage four cancer by the grace of God, the heart that was prepared, placed her life in the hands of the Savior. Through her new faith and trust in Jesus, by reading her Bible everyday, my mother became a remarkably strong woman.  It was in this faith she found strength and peace in Jesus.  In her last days and hours she never once complained.  If ever I have witnessed or been given an example of what it means to trust in Jesus it was in my mother who expressed an essence of grace till the end.  Mom knew her destination and feared it not for she trusted in this promise “ These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, so that you may know that you have eternal life…” 1 John 5:13.

Mom’s illness was not without reason or purpose for it was through her example, her faith that my own faith has been rekindled.  Through Mom’s illness the spiritual leader in our family was revealed in my brother. Her illness impacted the life of one of God’s chosen people in her own battle with cancer. And mom’s illness brought restoration in broken family relations.  Yes all things do work together for good even those things we don’t understand.

Mom was a light to all those around her in the darkest hour of her life and now she is without pain, without sadness, without fear, safe in the arms of God. For those of us left behind we shed tears for our loss, not hers, but we are comforted by Psalms 56:8 in knowing that our Father has taken account of our wanderings; Put our tears in His bottle.

Today is bitter-sweet for our family for we mourn our loss, yet rejoice in mom's newness of life.

Mom, you were an example of grace and an inspiration to us all…

Your Loving Daughter,


Daughter Cindy's Eulogy  

As I sit here trying to find the right words, I am confused and nearly incapacitated by sadness. How does one sum up the lifetime of a loved one in a paragraph? How does one begin to describe the utter desolation of losing a beloved mother? My mother was a loving, compassionate and caring woman. Like anyone else she had her faults, but in the scheme of things they were so very minor, so insignificant, in comparison with her good qualities. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do for her family, no matter the personal costs to herself. Mom just had this uncanny ability to know when one of her children were hurting, upset or in need. I remember a time when I was struggling to raise two children on my own and the money I brought home just didn’t stretch enough. Mom knew, without being told, she knew. I would find mom and dad at my door with bags and bags of groceries, because mom knew that I wouldn’t tell her on my own that I didn’t have any money left for groceries after paying the rent or the bills. Mom just did not want her children to suffer, not ever.  She was generous like that. Mom had a big heart and she loved to spread the love that her heart contained.

Last October 2003 my world, as I knew it, began to fall apart. My mom was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. I was shattered, utterly and completely shattered. I could not even begin to imagine life without this woman who had given me life, this woman who I have loved, cried with and shared my joys with. Since the day I learned that my mom was going to die I have not been the same. I have not looked at the world in the same light. I have not been able to look at a tree or listen to bird-song without thinking about mom. I began to look at things or listen to sounds the way mom might be seeing or hearing them, knowing that any day might be her last to look upon a sunrise, feel a loving hand within her own, or hear the voice of her beloved husband or children. I think, for the past year, a little part of me has elected to join mom in her journey towards death, a little part of me that will always be with her, always a piece of me that will be the companion that walked with her to the end of her journey and into the beyond. I wasn’t there with her in person, but I was indeed there with her in spirit every step of the way.

I loved my mom dearly and I am going to miss her so very, very much. These last words, put to music for me by my husband Colin, sum up how I feel…

When I stand in the rain, getting wet to the bone,
I will feel your embrace,

and know we’re never apart.

When I feel the wind, blowing soft on my face,
I will hear your voice, in a room in my heart.

You’ll never be gone.

 Your Loving Daughter Cindy

Son Brian's Eulogy  

So many thoughts going through my mind as to what to say about my mother, she was loved by her family and by those who knew her. I thought back to the day when she was diagnosed with cancer and remember the tears and sadness she had. In late October of 2003 mom accepted Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior, she was baptized on November 9, 2003. My mother put her trust in the Lord and he took away her sadness and tears. She died in peace and was not alone. Mom was reading her bible everyday getting to know Jesus more and more everyday. When mom could no longer make it to church or bible study and could no longer read she still wanted a bible study at home so she could hear the word of the Lord. My mother knew she would be living her last days out in our living room (this is where we had a men’s bible study) she said don’t stop meeting because of me. My mom came to know the importance of God’s word. Mom heard the words of our Lord until her last day. The Lord loved my mother and she is now with Him. Our God is Good. The Lord was patient with my mother for 72 years before she accepted Him.

Jam 4:14  Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.

 So many memories I could share.

 It is my family’s prayer that through this death there might be life.

We loved my mother

Brian, Lisa, Angela and Erika

Daughter-in-Law Lisa's Eulogy  

I have so many thoughts and memories about mom that I could share.  But my most cherished time with her has been since mom & pops moved in with us three years ago.

There were some speed bumps during the first couple of years.  I think in part because mom and I both, were set in our own ways, both of us being very strong willed and stubborn.

But once mom was diagnosed last year, none of that mattered, it was as if God had wiped the slate clean.  We grew closer together each and every day.  Mom and I talked, laughed and cried together, about so many things.  I will always cherish those memories. 

God gave mom the courage, strength and faith to face this disease each and every day with grace and dignity.  I believe God used this illness to work in many different ways, in mom’s life as well as those of us who knew and loved her.  But most importantly, I believe He used it to bring her to Him.  And for that I am so thankful.  To have the assurance of knowing that she is at home in the arms of Jesus the best gift God could have given to our family.

Sweet Dreams Mom……..

Love Lisa

Granddaughter Erika's Eulogy  

            My grandma was an amazing and determined woman. In the bible 1 Peter 4:7-10 says, “The end of all things is near; therefore, be of sound judgment and sober spirit for the purpose of prayer. Above all, keep fervent I your love for one another, because love covers a multitude of sins. Be hospitable to one another without complaint. As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.” She always loved her family and when they were in need, she was there to help and support you. My grandma always got what she wanted. I remember when she wanted a computer and when she finally got one she didn’t exactly know how to use one but she was determined to learn. I remember when I would be off to school in the mornings and she would always say, “Have a good day!” And when I came home from school later that day she would always ask, “How was your day today?” I remember when my grandma would cook dinner and my favorite… home made potato salad. Or even better, home made Lemon Drop Cookies that melt in your mouth and not in your hand. I remember her nightly TV show when she would sit in her chair to watch the news then along comes Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. I remember when the Diamondbacks would be on, I would always go in and watch the “ball game” as she and grandpa would call it, and I would always root for the opposing team. We always laughed about that.

            I remember the day when we got the results from my grandma’s cat scan. When we found out that my grandma had lung cancer. We all reacted badly and in fear of what was to come. I was scared that my grandma wasn’t going to live very long and that I wouldn’t get to share any more birthdays with her. Then I remember when my aunt had gotten three lockets one for her, my grandma, and my mom. She chose a passage from Psalm 56:4 that says, “In God, whose word I praise, In God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid. What can mere man do to me?” I remember the time when my cousins from Delaware came to see my grandma just after her diagnosis because they wanted to see her before she got really ill, then when they got here my grandma surprised us all with the great news that she had accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior and that she wanted to get baptized. That was my most cherished day and most cherished moment. I remember all the days when she would be sitting in her chair and she would be peacefully sleeping. Then I remember when my grandma went down hill and all she would do is sleep. I love my grandma with all my heart and I am glad that she is finally with her Father. I am glad that she is finally truly happy and she will live eternally in the presence of God. I love you grandma and thank you God for taking her home to live happily forever.


                                    -Your Granddaughter Erika
Grandson Stephen's Eulogy  

As I sit and try to write down my thoughts about my Grandmother for someone to read in my absence.  I find it very hard to put into words what this wonderful woman really meant to me. As I have had the fortune to not see my Grandmother slip away, I was also very unfortunate not to be there to hold her hand in her last moments. These last few days have been very emotional, as the memories of her have raced through my mind.

Of all memories of Grandma that I will hold close will be when I visited about a year ago and watched my Grandmother being baptized. Of all the great memories of her that I have this one event over shadows all the rest, this was the moment that gave me peace in knowing that she would be going home to Christ. The Lord uses all things for good, this is what I have been taught all my life. She did not choose to become sick and the Lord did not make her sick but he did turn this sickness into a way to bring her, my Grandpa and many others to him. As I was reading tonight I was left with one verse that helped ease my pain.

2Ti 4:18 God's looking after me, keeping me safe in the kingdom of heaven. All praise to him, praise forever! Oh, yes!

Love Stephen & Jennifer Brang and Family

Mom's Obituary - Ventura County Star Newspaper  

Dorothy 'Dot' Ackley

Dorothy 'Dot' Ackley, 73, of Simi Valley passed away at 3:23 p.m. Saturday, Oct. 23, 2004.

Our beloved mother and grandmother made a peaceful journey to her father's mansion, where a room was prepared for her. Dorothy passed away in her home with her family by her side. She was born Nov. 14, 1930, in Camden, N.J. She was preceded in death by her mother, Viola Kuntz, and her sister, Betty Walstrum. Dorothy left our family with the greatest possible gift of knowing we will see her again, for in her illness, she surrendered her life to Jesus Christ, her Lord and Savior.

Dorothy is survived by her loving husband and companion of 55 years, Arthur 'Art' Ackley of Simi Valley. She is also survived by her daughters, Diane Beauton and her husband, Guy, of Moorpark, and Cynthia 'Cindy' Nunn and her husband, Colin, of Newcastle upon Tyne, England; son, Brian Ackley, and his wife, Lisa, of Simi Valley; grand and great-grandchildren and their families, Stephen and Jen Brang of New Castle, Del., Phillip Brang and (Maura) of Chesapeake, Va., Jennifer Ambrose and (Trevor), Angie Ackley, Erika Ackley, Jeremy Ambrose, Jacob Brang, Abigail Brang, Brianna Brang, and Lillian Huelette; her brother, David Kuntz, and his wife, Pamela, of Monroe, N.C., and their sons, Ryan and Michael, and Ryan's daughter, Kaitlyn.

Memorial services will be held at 12:30 p.m. Thursday, Oct. 28, at Cornerstone Community Church of Simi Valley, followed by a niche-side service at Oakwood Memorial Park in Chatsworth. A reception will be held in the family home. Assisting the family with funeral arrangements is the family-owned and -operated Rose Family Funeral Home, 1-805-581-3800.


My mom  
My mom left me with a greater faith.  The strength and grace she exhibited in her darkest hour, a time she had always feared can only be attributed to Gods power manifested in her life while passing.  This is not something one can do on their own, set aside a life long fear.  She was at peace with passing and at peace with her Maker.  She knew her destination and feared it not.

This is her legacy to me and others who witnessed her passing, a faith that is true and worthy of trusting in life and to the final breath.

Oh death!  Where is thy sting?

I love you mom

Our Mom  

"Oh, write of me, not 'Died in bitter pains,' But 'Emigrated to another star!' "

~Helen Hunt Jackson

Our mother was born Dorothy Reed on 14 November 1930 to Nelson & Viola Reed. The family lived in a little house on Kimber Street in Camden, New Jersey. Mom had one sister, Betty. In later years, after Mom’s father had died, her mother re-married to a wonderful man named Perry Milton Kuntz, who brought a stepbrother, David, into their lives.

In April 1949 Mom married our father, Arthur Michael Ackley, also of Camden, New Jersey. They would go on to raise a family of three children, Diane, Cynthia (Cindy) and Brian. These children grew up and married, raising children of their own. Diane made Mom a grandmother first, when she gave birth to a son, Stephen, in 1973. She then had another son, Phillip, in 1974. Cindy was next, giving birth to a daughter named Jennifer in 1982. Brian was the next, with daughter Angela being born in 1986. Then he had another daughter, Erika, in 1988. Cindy had the final grandchild, a son named Jeremy, in 1990. Since then Mom has also become a great-grandmother. Grandson Stephen is the father of Jacob and Abigail, Grandson Phillip the father of Brianna, and Granddaughter Jennifer the mother of Lillian (Lilli). Mom became the matriarch of quite a family.

When Mom was diagnosed with cancer last October of 2003 she was told that she had no longer than six months left to live. But she was determined to stay alive long enough to celebrate one very special day, her 55th wedding anniversary with her beloved husband Arthur. Mom fooled them all and did indeed live to celebrate that very important day. Mom’s tenacity proved to us all the power of the human spirit, no matter what the odds.

Over the years our family has scattered far and wide, from coast to coast in the United States, and all the way to the Kingdom of Great Britain. In November of 2003 we had a wonderful family reunion for Thanksgiving, which included Cindy, her husband Colin and Cindy’s son Jeremy flying in from England. Cindy’s daughter Jennifer also drove in from Arizona with her husband Trevor and their infant daughter Lilli. It was a very touching and uplifting time for all, but for Mom most of all. Previously, Diane’s son Stephen, his wife Jen, and their children, Jacob and Abigail, also flew in for a visit. For Mom this was the ultimate in happiness, being surrounded by her family, enjoying new good times and remembering old ones.

Mom always had a strong love for her family and friends. Everyone was welcome in her home and at times it began to look more like a gathering of the United Nations than an informal gathering of friends and family! Mom and Dad both brought their children up in a household that respected people from all walks of life, no matter what their creed, color, race or religion. Our home truly was a melting pot of many different people over the years, each of which brought their own special touch into our lives. So many people loved mom over the years, from family and friends to co-workers and the friends of her children. All were welcome, and some loved the feel of our home so much that they spent more time staying in our home than they did their own.

Over the years Mom had many interests. Although she was forced to leave school at the age of 11 due to medical problems Mom developed a love of reading that would stay with her throughout life. She also passed this love on to her own children, each developing a respect for the written word in various measures. Mom used to paint with oils as well and provided many friends and family members with beautiful paintings. At other times she dabbled in painting pottery and ceramics, gardening, sewing and many other arts & crafts projects. But her favorite activities were those that involved family or friends. Mom loved nothing better than playing poker with family or friends on a Saturday night. She also enjoyed playing family games like Trivial Pursuit, Boggle, Scrabble, and anything else that required family participation. We all had some wonderful, fun times playing these games.

Mom was proud of many things, such as her family and home. But few knew how proud she was of her ancestry, particularly her Native American ancestry. Mom was ¼ Lenni Lenape Indian, otherwise known as Delaware Indians. She was the last of our family line with that much native blood running through her veins. Her mother was ½ Delaware and her grandmother full blooded. In her later years Mom began to read and learn more about her native roots and became very proud of those early ancestral inhabitants of New Jersey and Delaware. There was a Native American prayer that mom liked a lot, so I’d like to share it with you:

 "Great Spirit Prayer"

....Ancient Prayer....

"Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to all the world.
Hear me; I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever
behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Help me to remain calm and strong in the
face of all that comes towards me.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the
intention of helping others.
Help me find compassion without empathy
overwhelming me.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - Myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands
and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.

                              "May you always walk in Beauty."
The Legacy of a matriarch  
Mom didn't leave a written legacy, but she left a legacy far more important, a family united in love. What greater honor than to have been the matriarch of a family? Mom raised three healthy children who went on to provide her with six grandchildren and four great-grandchildren,  a legacy that will endure through the centuries, a genetic promise of continued family ties.

Mom also left a legacy of enduring love, something rare in this modern age. She was married to Dad for 55 wonderful years, an accomplishment worthy of remembrance.

Mom left a legacy of friendship, something she held very dear.

Dorothy is survived by Arthur (Art) Ackley, of Simi Valley,  her loving husband and companion of 55 years.

Her daughter Diane Beauton and her husband Guy, of Moorpark, California.

Her daughter Cynthia (Cindy) Nunn and her husband Colin, of Newcastle upon Tyne, England.

Her son Brian Ackley, and his wife Lisa, of Simi Valley, California.

Her grandson Stephen Brang and his wife Jen, and their children, Jacob and Abigail, of New Castle, Delaware.

Her grandson Phillip Brang and his wife, Maura, and their daughter Brianna, of Chesapeake, Virginia.

Her granddaughter Jennifer Ambrose-Hulette and her husband Trevor, and their daughter Lillian (Lilli), of Mesa, Arizona.

Her granddaughter Angela Ackley, of Simi Valley, California.

Her granddaughter Erika Ackley, of Simi Valley, California.

Her grandson Jeremy Ambrose, of Newcastle upon Tyne, England.

Her brother David Kuntz, and his wife Pamela, of Monroe, North Carolina. Also their sons Ryan and Michael and Ryan's daughter Kaitlyn.

I love you Mom,


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