This is SUE

This is me. I was born in Hutchinson, Kansas, but grew up on a farm in Reno County, attending school at both Arlington and Pretty Prairie. I graduated from Hutchinson Junior College and Kansas State Teacher's College (now Emporia State University) in Emporia where I met my husband, R. Lyle Brown. We actually met in a course called "Persuasion". Lyle got the better grade, but I learned the practical application. We were married a little over a year later.

In 1986, while celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary on St. Thomas Island, I suffered a seizure. It was finally determined I had a malignant brain tumor. I mention this only in case someone visiting this page might also be fighting cancer. I am proud to say I'm still kicking. With a positive attitude and support from your family and friends, you can win. Believe me!

My father's family is mostly English, while my mother's family came from Luxembourg. Please enjoy my family photos and stories and come back again.

C. Sue Brown

P.S. On April 5, 2004,five days before her 64th birthday, Sue left us for a better place. We are saddened to lose our loved one, but she was with us an additional 18 years for which we are forever grateful.

R. Lyle Brown

Eulogy to Grandma
by: Jessica Reed
April 10, 2004
1st United Methodist Church
Emporia, KS

The intentions of this gathering were to celebrate life. My grandmother, Carol Sue Brown, was to turn 64 today. And there is not one person in this room that will disagree with me when I say; in all 64 years, she brought so much to so many people.

I would still like to celebrate today, but it is for her passing into a better place. As we all know, the past 2 years she has suffered terribly trying to fight a losing battle. My grand-mother is ANYTHING, but a weak woman. About 18 years ago, she was diagnosed with a tumor in the left side of her brain. But she refused to give in. She was still young, and had a lot more life to live. Along with a brand new grand child to watch grow. Her struggle was successful, and a year later she was cancer free. Although she lost her ability to read and write, it wasn’t all for the worse. I remember spending hours in the backroom, laying on the bed reading to her. My grand-mother and I had a very strong bond. I spent every summer visiting when she would take me to Camp Alexander and swimming lessons. I have many memories growing up of her. For some reason I was very special to her. I was her little Jessi Marie. These past two years have been hard for me. I rarely visited her before I moved in, not for the fact that I didn’t wish to see her, but because every time I left she would cry. And every time I left I was afraid that that would be the last time I would see her. She pushed through, fighting as much as she could. Finally, it was too much. She did not deserve to suffer as she did. All she did was bring happiness and love to so many lives: As a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a caregiver, a grand-mother and a friend.

I would like to celebrate today, celebrate all that she brought to this world, and the impact she made when she left it.