Margaret S. (Stanley) Brower

Margaret S. (Stanley) Brower, 78, was called by our Lord to go home on Tuesday, December 24th, 2013. She was surrounded by family and friends. Margaret was born on March 5, 1935 to Jack "Dewey" and Laura Stanley in Patteson, AR. She was raised by her Aunt Margaret from the age of 11. Margaret attended school in Rockport-Fulton, Texas and Topeka, Ks. Margaret was an LPN and worked at several nursing homes and then became a private healthcare nurse. Margaret had a love for many things in her life's journey, including traveling, her family and grandchildren, her pets, cooking, and assisting others in time of need. She contributed to so many things with great compassion and generosity especially to her many friends. She married Robert E. Brower on December 12, 1955 in Topeka. He preceded her in death on October 20, 2007. She was also preceeded in death by her three brothers, Jay Stanley and Chinnie Stanley of Texas and Jack Stanley of Topeka, and two grandchildren, Demetrio Cuevas III and Nicholas Ortiz III. She is survived by her longtime friend and business partner W.R.M., her children, Laurie A. Ortiz (Nicholas N. Jr. - who was just as much of a son to her as she was a mother to him. He adored Margaret) of Topeka, Cindy A. Leggitt (Steve) of Tecumseh, Kansas, Richie Brower and Bobby Brower (Robin) of Topeka. She is also survived by her grandchildren, Isabella, Gabriella "sweet pea", Julianna "tootie" Ortiz, Anestassia Swafford, Nicole Ortiz, Garrett Brower, Melissa Fitzpatrick, and Richenda Brower, nine great grandchildren, Andrez, Adrian, Tyler, Anthony, Colin, Ashlyn, Madison, Jaden, and Emma, several nieces and nephews and many friends. Graveside services will be held on Monday, at 1:00 p.m. at Mt. Calvary Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made to Midland Hospice or the Helping Hands Humane Society and sent in care of Brennan-Mathena Funeral Home, 800 SW 6th Ave., Topeka, Kansas 66603. Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter day. She's the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep. She's the color of a rainbow. She is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space, not even death. Anonymous