ForeverMissed
Originally from Indianapolis, Beverly passed peacefully from this life to Eternal Life at Aperion Care Center in Waldron, Indiana.

She will be missed by her best friend and sister in Christ, Rev. Linda Smallwood; her brother C. Robert Bier of Fort Wayne; nephews John E. Bier of Richland Hills, Texas, David S. Bier and wife Cathy of LaGrange, Illinois; and William B. Bier and wife Nichole of Hudsonville, Michigan;  and numerous friends and extended family in Florida, Indiana, Missouri and Texas. She will also be greatly missed by her cat, Chinnah.

She was preceded in death by her parents, John Jr. and Klea (Compton) Bier, and her beloved dog, Molly..

Beverly graduated in 1967 from Ben Davis H.S. in Indianapolis where she was active in the choir, Mask & Gavel, Thespians, and Sunshine Society.

Prior to retirement, she had been an administrative secretary for the Indiana State Teachers Association and the Missouri Department of Corrections. Following retirement, she enjoyed driving a shuttle bus and greeting patrons at the Indiana Grand Casino in Shelbyville.

Beverly enjoyed reading mystery novels, singing, acting, laughing, and taking life in stride.

CELEBRATION OF LIFE GATHERING: June 20, 2020 at 1215 Jefferson Avenue, Shelbyville, Indiana. By invitation and word-of-mouth.

Online condolences may be shared at www.freemanfamilyfuneralhomes.com..



Posted by Nireekshana G on May 27, 2020
We love sister Beverley very much. We miss her.
Posted by Michael F. Whisler on May 23, 2020
I am so sorry that I missed you Bev. I was unaware that you were ill. It is some comfort to know that you had the best care anyone could ask for. Was one of your long-winded stories to the Rev about how some of us would hang out at your parents' Waffle House on I guess it was 30th Street? I went there with Mike Rosemeyer to learn my lines for a play I was in over endless cups of coffee. Your father running around in the background with your mom keeping an eye on him. I think there is a laundromat there now. One of my favorite adventures of all time was when the two of us drove my father's Mustang over to Clowes Hall for the Judy Garland concert, theoretically to see if we could get her to say a few words on tape for WBDG. So we went around to the stage entrance after the show. She seemed so small and even a bit frail. I couldn't help going over to the handrail as she made her way down to the ground and took her hand to help her down. No interview, but, oh well. Then for some unknown reason, on the way back home, we thought it would be cool to pick up that flasher barricade laying alongside the road, looking so lonely and discarded along 38th Street, and it punched a little hole in the ceiling of the car. My father was a little upset when he saw a yellow light flashing in the basement and he explained how it could have been dangerous to someone and he took it back for me. I was not surprised that you remembered that little adventure, too. But we live and learn, eh? And then we went years without any contact until Facebook came along, and we were somehow coaxed into helping Barb Harrell into planning our 50th class reunion. I loved the Ben Natural design the Rev made for our t-shirts. I always had planned to drive over to see you and the Rev one day but sadly kept putting it off. Maybe some other time and place. I bet that when you do your life review there won't be very many cringeable moments. Good job! Many people believe that death is not at all the end of things but a mere transition with nothing you need to fear. It was a great pleasure to have been privileged to know you. Thank you for all the wonderful moments you spent here with all the rest of us. And now, may you rest in peace.
Posted by Thomas Garrison on May 21, 2020
I was also in the class of 67. Bev was a dear friend and music colleague.
I caught up with her in Shelbyville and spent an evening with her other gay friends. We decided there must have been something in the water back then, so many of us discovered we were gay! I loved her dearly. Rest In Peace and rise in glory sweet Beverly. You live on in our memories! ❤️♥️
Posted by Carol Wilhite on May 20, 2020
So sorry to hear of the passing of another of our classmates. Beverly was always a joy, seemed to always have a smile on her face and she will be missed. Sending prayers of comfort and peace to her friends and family
Posted by Marlys Pedigo on May 20, 2020
Prayers of peace for all who Loved Beverly. Remember her kindness, joy for life, and her beautiful smile. May your memories of happy times bring your comfort.
Posted by SueAnne Moreland on May 20, 2020
I graduated with Bev. She was always such a jolly person...always a big smile. Heaven will be a brighter place now that she is there. Rest in Peace, Bev.
Posted by William Coles on May 20, 2020
Bev was the sweetest person that always greeted me with the words "Billy Coles! " with a big smile and a great big hug. She gave the best hugs that always felt like love. I loved to hear her laugh. She will be greatly missed by all who knew her. Rest now Bev. No more pain or suffering. You are with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. You will continue to be in my prayers along with your family and friends forever.
Posted by Kisha Balting on May 19, 2020
Bev,
You was a joy to work with. You were a hoot! Work will definitely not be the same. Glad that there is no more suffering. Forever a friend!❤
RIP
Posted by Beth Linville on May 18, 2020
I briefly had the privilege of knowing Beverly. She was very kind and made me feel as if I'd known her all my life. Beverly's stories were very entertaining. Also, Beverly had a great sense of adventure. Beverly, you will be missed. But very greatful you are not suffering anymore. Enjoy your Heavenly home.
Posted by Robert Bier on May 18, 2020
A loving sister forever in my heart!
Posted by Linda Smallwood on May 18, 2020
Bev, have you ever known me to be short on words? Funny, huh? But, how do I put into words all that I'm feeling right now?

How do I explain the sadness I feel when I look into your bedroom that I just finished fixing up for you . . . that you'll never see? What words can express the profound loneliness when I look over at the beautiful new recliner I got for you . . . that you'll never sit in? Or, how silly I feel when I motion to that same chair and start to comment on something in one of our favorite TV shows? How do I describe the unjustified (but warranted) feelings of abandonment, the gut-wrenching grief over not being there for you, the coldness of aloneness...?

I keep screaming, "This is not how it was supposed to be!" And a still small voice whispers back, "This is exactly how it was supposed to be..."

I am so very thankful that I could call you my best friend and sister in Christ! "To be absent from the body [is to be] present with the Lord," the Bible says. What comforting words! You have finished your race, and now there is no more pain or crying, only absolute joy in the presence of the greatest Love the world has ever known!

That brings me so much comfort and peace . . . but I still miss you... I miss your smile, your laugh, your beautiful singing voice, that little dance you'd do sometimes on the way to your bedroom, and the way you'd drag a story on forever (and make me want to strangle you!). Now they, too, are made even more perfect in His presence, and now you'll have all of Eternity to tell your endless stories!

Until we see each other again, take care, my friend!

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Posted by Nireekshana G on May 27, 2020
We love sister Beverley very much. We miss her.
Posted by Michael F. Whisler on May 23, 2020
I am so sorry that I missed you Bev. I was unaware that you were ill. It is some comfort to know that you had the best care anyone could ask for. Was one of your long-winded stories to the Rev about how some of us would hang out at your parents' Waffle House on I guess it was 30th Street? I went there with Mike Rosemeyer to learn my lines for a play I was in over endless cups of coffee. Your father running around in the background with your mom keeping an eye on him. I think there is a laundromat there now. One of my favorite adventures of all time was when the two of us drove my father's Mustang over to Clowes Hall for the Judy Garland concert, theoretically to see if we could get her to say a few words on tape for WBDG. So we went around to the stage entrance after the show. She seemed so small and even a bit frail. I couldn't help going over to the handrail as she made her way down to the ground and took her hand to help her down. No interview, but, oh well. Then for some unknown reason, on the way back home, we thought it would be cool to pick up that flasher barricade laying alongside the road, looking so lonely and discarded along 38th Street, and it punched a little hole in the ceiling of the car. My father was a little upset when he saw a yellow light flashing in the basement and he explained how it could have been dangerous to someone and he took it back for me. I was not surprised that you remembered that little adventure, too. But we live and learn, eh? And then we went years without any contact until Facebook came along, and we were somehow coaxed into helping Barb Harrell into planning our 50th class reunion. I loved the Ben Natural design the Rev made for our t-shirts. I always had planned to drive over to see you and the Rev one day but sadly kept putting it off. Maybe some other time and place. I bet that when you do your life review there won't be very many cringeable moments. Good job! Many people believe that death is not at all the end of things but a mere transition with nothing you need to fear. It was a great pleasure to have been privileged to know you. Thank you for all the wonderful moments you spent here with all the rest of us. And now, may you rest in peace.
Posted by Thomas Garrison on May 21, 2020
I was also in the class of 67. Bev was a dear friend and music colleague.
I caught up with her in Shelbyville and spent an evening with her other gay friends. We decided there must have been something in the water back then, so many of us discovered we were gay! I loved her dearly. Rest In Peace and rise in glory sweet Beverly. You live on in our memories! ❤️♥️
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Shared by Linda Smallwood on May 20, 2020
In the Spring of 2015, I was walking down the front porch steps when Molly, Beverly's playful Border Collie mix, ran down in front of me, wrapping her lead around my feet, sending me flying off the steps head first! As Beverly and Lee were screaming, "Look out, Linda!" — as if I had any choice how, where, or when I would stop my forward motion — I bounced off the corner of the concrete steps, skidded face-down across the cement walkway, and finally came to a halt in the front yard.

I lay there, face-down, surprised I was alive and wondering if I dare try to move, when it slowly dawned on me that my nose had become the unwilling recipient of a mixture of mud and Molly poo! Beverly ran over, knelt beside me, and commanded, "Linda, don't move!"

Someone was yelling, "Dial 911!" and I heard others gathering and asking what they could do to help. Beverly was a real trooper and took charge of the entire scene. 

Laying her hand on my back, she began trying to assess the extent of my injuries, even wiping my nose with a napkin, picking out as much dog poo as possible. "The ambulance is on its way, Linda! You're gonna be okay," she consoled.

"Am I lying in dog poop?" I asked with a whine.

"Yes, sweetie, but they'll get it," she soothed, trying to stifle a chuckle.

I heard the ambulance pull up and, having been a Paramedic years ago, I wondered how they would immobilize and turn me over and what it would feel like to be on a back board. I hoped my neck wasn't broken. ("Ohhhh, what will I do if my neck snaps when they turn me over and I end up paralyzed?" I thought.) 

Never being one to neglect the humor of any situation, Beverly broke through my dazed wonderings and whispered, "Linda, honey . . . instead of worrying about the dog poo, you should worry about your butt crack showing!" 

SIGH...!!

As the husky good-looking firemen began rescuing me from my predicament, I wondered who would rescue me from the humiliation that was consuming me...

I don't know if it was days or hours before I recognized what she'd done for me, not to me. With that one remark about my derriere, she had distracted me from obsessing about my injuries and pain, and she'd given me a new trivial obsession. That may well have been the most helpful thing anyone could have done for me in that moment!


Shared by Dianna Pyles on May 19, 2020
I got to know beverly through calling on the phone then talking to linda smallwood. She is a very nice lady and I had a great time on the phone with her every time I called there. She now is up there with jesus having a great time..