Helen Paula Shank Beeler

78, passed away December 6, 2019 after a brief illness associated with kidney failure. She was preceded in death by her husband, James N Beeler Sr and son James N Beeler Jr. she is survived by her boyfriend Larry Wooten, daughter Noel Suders (Chad), son Paul Beeler (Mitzi), grandchildren Lindsey Grayson (Justin), Austin Beeler, Joshua Suders, Coral Suders, and many, many cousins.

An only child, she was born to Charles Paul and Helen Groce Shank at Sibley Hospital, Washington D.C. April 12, 1941. Her family moved to Tampa shortly thereafter. Helen, a lifelong S Tampa resident, was a 1959 Plant High School graduate, known as Mom B, and mother to all. In 1960, she married James N Beeler, Sr. until his death in 2000. She worked as a legal secretary and homemaker. Helen was PTA President, Boy Scout Den Mother, Girl Scout Leader, Queen Mum of the Scarlet Damsels Chapter of the Red Hat Society, a St Joseph's gift shop volunteer active member and volunteer at Palma Ceia United Methodist Church, Faith Café, VBS, Humane Society. She loved to travel with Larry on the motorcycle and car rides all over the country including Sturgis, Blue Ridge Mountains, Pensacola, Washington DC, San Francisco, and all over the backroads of Florida with The Old Town Chapter Harley Davidson club. She also enjoyed Ireland, Northern Ireland, Jerusalem, Kenya, Tanzania, South Africa, London. She loved gardening including her orchids (only water every 10 days), hibiscus, and gardenias. Helen enjoyed shopping, AMC Movies, and Irish 31 with her bestie, Pat. Helen stayed active and walked 2 miles several days a week with friends and Biscuit.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made to PCUMC, St Joseph's Hospital, or The Humane Society of Tampa.

Services at Blount & Curry, 605 S MacDill Ave; visitation Fri 6-8 pm, Funeral service at Palma Ceia United Methodist Church on Saturday, at 10am, 3723 W Bay to Bay Blvd, Burial Immediately Following at Myrtle Hill, 4202 E Lake Ave, Tampa, Florida 33610 - section 13

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,

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little…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 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 good deeds…

Miss me…but let me go.