Livonia: November 14, 2013 at age 89 years. Predeceased by grandson, Todd West & sisters, Honor O’Brien, Rita Kelley, Lois Johnson & Mary Pat Schwartz. Betty is survived by husband, Francis (Frank) West; children, Brian (Sandi) West of Websters Crossing, Michael (Susan) West of West Grove, PA, Daniel (Karen) West of Albany, Frank (Wendy) West of Rochester, Barbara West Jones of Livonia,Colleen (Mausul “Earl”) Hay of Livonia. 18 grandchildren, 20 great grandchildren. Sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces & nephews. Many dear friends. Granddog, Maggie.
Betty was a wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, sister, aunt, and a true friend to many. She loved all things Irish and took great pride in her Irish heritage.
She was a member of St. Matthew Church and past member of St. Michael and St. Joseph Church. Betty was a member of the Church Choir and played the organ. She loved to play bridge, do crossword puzzles, go to the movies, play the piano and several of other instruments. She gave piano lessons to many family members and children in the neighborhood and would never accept payment. She enjoyed crafts, knitting, sewing and painting. Betty was the happiest when surrounded by her loving family and her beloved “grand-doggie” Maggie.
She was described by many as “The sweetest lady I have ever met.”
Friends may call Sunday 2 – 5 PM at Kevin W. Dougherty Funeral Home, Inc. Routes 15 & 20A, 21 Big Tree St. Livonia. Funeral Mass, Monday, 10:30 AM at St. Matthew Church, Route 20A, Livonia. Burial, St. Michael’s Cemetery. Memorial contributions to the Betty West Memorial Music Fund at Livonia Central School, c/o John Haugh at Five Star Bank, PO Box 579, Lakeville, NY 14480. To send condolences please visit: www.doughertyfuneralhomes.com
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it’s like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
There’s a tear in your eye,
And I’m wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such power in your smile,
Sure a stone you’d beguile,
So there’s never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter’s
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be,
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now smile a smile for me.
Chorus:
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it’s like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.