Elizabeth Kindt Pennington passed away on February 19, 2021 at the age of 89.
Liz was born January 5, 1932 to Hungarian parents, Joseph and Helen Halasz Kind, in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.
She married Jack E. Pennington on December 27, 1952 while he was in the Royal Canadian Navy.
They moved to Nova Scotia, Canada and their adventure began. Jack was transferred to Utah by his company and 2 years later his family followed.
They became naturalized American citizens. Liz loved her adopted country but never forgot the land of her birth.
Elizabeth has no claim to fame but she lived a full and eventful life. she walked with Jesus.
Her legacy to the world is two exceptional children, eleven extraordinary grandchildren and 21 great grandchildren.
Her grandson Nathan called her ggma for short. She loved them with an unfailing love.
She became a born again Christian and loved to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with others.
She loved to take pictures, especially of her grandchildren.
Elizabeth is survived by her son, Michael John (Suzy) Pennington and daughter, Ilona Jean (Tim) Somers. Grandchildren; Michael, Mark Chasidie, Mathew, Morgan, Marton, Szabina, Nathan, Mariska and Mikéas, 21 great-grandchildren as well as one brother, Joseph (Jean) Kindt of Niagara Falls, Ontario.
She is preceded in death by her loving husband, Jack of 68 years, grandson Seth Somers, great-granddaughter Emily Rose Crosby, brother, John Kindt and parents, Joseph and Helen Kindt.
At her request, no services will be held. It is her wish to be buried beside her grandson, Seth and great-granddaughter, Emily Rose in Winnemucca, Nevada.
Miss Me... but Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room;
Wy cry for a soul set free?
Miss me... but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared;
Miss me... but let me go.
for this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to Home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds;
Miss me... but let me go.
..... by George R. Monseur
