ForeverMissed
Gayle Elizabeth Baumgartner was called home to be with the Lord on May 14, 2021 after a brief illness. Gayle was born on March 15, 1938 in Dighton, Kansas, the fifth of seven children born to Frank and Bertha (Squire) Casey.

Gayle graduated from Newton High School where she met the love of her life, Leslie Earl (Pete) Baumgartner. They married on January 20, 1956 and were just a few weeks away from celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary when Les passed in November, 2015. Gayle missed Les every day.

Gayle was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, sister and friend. Family meant everything to her and she was the heart and soul of hers. Three generations were blessed to know the quiet, gentle, unfailing love that she gave in abundance.

Gayle was also a dedicated volunteer, earning special recognition at Valley Medical Center for over 5,000 volunteer hours. Gayle was a life-long Catholic and she and Les were active and beloved long-time members of St. Madeleine Sophie Parish.

A memorial service for Gayle will be held June 25th at 11:00am at St. Madeleine Sophie Catholic Church, 4400 130th Pl SE, Bellevue.

Remembrances may be made to the St. Madeleine Sophie Catholic School.
Posted by Jaime Barber on June 3, 2021
My Grandma.

She is a quiet kind of strength that never complains. She gets to work to see the task through, because there is always another one, still yet to do. Her eyes speak the volumes that rarely escape her lips.
As my family can attest, my grandfather spoke enough for two. While she sits and sips. A glass of Chardonnay, a bowl of mixed nuts, at 5 o'clock, a delightful ending of another full day.

Their love was the stuff of songs, a courtship in daily letters. All she ever wanted is a family that would be there for each other, show up when one is in need, and come together to celebrate the blessings we received. In triumph and tragedy she can always be found, rattling pots and pans, comfort and food enough to go around. In cookies, cakes, casseroles, and soups, how she nurtures with loving intentions and wise knowing looks.

Sometimes it is just time to laugh, she said with an impish glint in her eyes. She likes to play games, and she likes to win.

Her laugh would light up a room, her mouth thrown open with the flash of white from her teeth.

When the wounds of world would tear flesh, her fingers and hands could clean the smarting skin, bandaged and dressed topped with a kiss deftly placed on the point of pain. A grandmother’s gift.

As mysterious as the moon, in her waxing and wain. A depth of emotion in the undercurrents of unseen magic.

We gaze upon her face, radiant in reflection of our light, she helped create. In times of sorrow she suffers alone, unwilling to unburden herself on others.

Her devotion to faith, the Heavenly Father, knelt in humility, Mother Mary, pray for us.

Her passing leaves a void in the night sky. Will the waters still flow? Will the night creature know which direction to go? How will I know, when the new moon appears? She is no longer here.
Posted by Natalie Williams on May 25, 2021
My grandma’s house was where I felt the most happy and loved. There was no place I loved being more. I cherished the numerous family holidays, birthdays and get togethers spent at their house. My brother and cousins and I often fought over who got to sit closest to grandma at the dining room table. We all loved her so much. I remember watching her and my grandpa lock eyes across the table from their respective heads and look at each other lovingly, and with pride for the family they built. We joked about her losing her voice so much, but the joy of watching her family gather all together around her often overcame her with emotion. She wanted us to linger, eat dessert, drink coffee, just be together. For the rest of my life, when I close my eyes and think of my happy place it will be at my grandmas house, surrounded by the love she emanated to all of us
Posted by Ryan Mace on May 25, 2021
On Friday, May 14th, 2021, our family said goodbye to Gayle Elizabeth Baumgartner (née Casey) - my grandmother. While I know my family feels comforted in the knowledge that she is finally reunited with the love of her life, her husband of 60+ years and our beloved Grandpa Les, it is no less devastating to lose someone who played such a central role in your life for so long.

My Grandma was not just a Grandma to me: she was a friend, a teacher, a second mother, and someone I looked up to immensely. When I was in college, I wrote an essay for a leadership course I was in with the prompt being about “servant leadership”. When I reflected on what it means to be a servant leader, I immediately thought of my Grandma Gayle. Someone who silently led our family. My Grandpa was the big personality to be sure, but behind him – always - was her. Lovingly leading our family. She was truly selfless and cared deeply about her family, her many friends, and her community. She volunteered countless hours for I believe over two decades at her local hospital, donated countless pints of blood, volunteered at their church nearly every Sunday, and so many more selfless acts of good.
She taught me what it means to be a good person and it is her example that I have – and will always – go back to as a guiding light for what it means to live a good life.

I am forever grateful for the many hours I spent with my Grandparents talking about anything and everything in their beautiful home they built together, and I miss our dinners together so much. While losing a loved one is never easy, one thing I have learned is that if you hold in your heart the lessons they gave to you in life, then they are never truly gone. I will hold the many lessons my Grandma gave me in my heart always, and will one day pass them on to my own children. Thank you for being the best Grandma anyone could ever have hoped for. We miss you so much.
Posted by Julie Tatarek on May 23, 2021
I want to send my condolences to Denise, Melissa, Lucretia, and Tracy for the loss of their mom and a dear friend to me. My husband Ron and I knew Les and Gayle for over 55 years from the “old neighborhood”. We had many great trips together camping, going to each other houses for parties and enjoyed their company and as well as their kids who grew up with ours . Some of them even made their 1st. Communions together. Gayle was always a very patience and nice person and we always looked forward to visiting. We had A LOT OF FUN AND LAUGHS with both your parents over the years.

With love from a long time friend and neighbor,
Maddie Prukop

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Posted by Jaime Barber on June 3, 2021
My Grandma.

She is a quiet kind of strength that never complains. She gets to work to see the task through, because there is always another one, still yet to do. Her eyes speak the volumes that rarely escape her lips.
As my family can attest, my grandfather spoke enough for two. While she sits and sips. A glass of Chardonnay, a bowl of mixed nuts, at 5 o'clock, a delightful ending of another full day.

Their love was the stuff of songs, a courtship in daily letters. All she ever wanted is a family that would be there for each other, show up when one is in need, and come together to celebrate the blessings we received. In triumph and tragedy she can always be found, rattling pots and pans, comfort and food enough to go around. In cookies, cakes, casseroles, and soups, how she nurtures with loving intentions and wise knowing looks.

Sometimes it is just time to laugh, she said with an impish glint in her eyes. She likes to play games, and she likes to win.

Her laugh would light up a room, her mouth thrown open with the flash of white from her teeth.

When the wounds of world would tear flesh, her fingers and hands could clean the smarting skin, bandaged and dressed topped with a kiss deftly placed on the point of pain. A grandmother’s gift.

As mysterious as the moon, in her waxing and wain. A depth of emotion in the undercurrents of unseen magic.

We gaze upon her face, radiant in reflection of our light, she helped create. In times of sorrow she suffers alone, unwilling to unburden herself on others.

Her devotion to faith, the Heavenly Father, knelt in humility, Mother Mary, pray for us.

Her passing leaves a void in the night sky. Will the waters still flow? Will the night creature know which direction to go? How will I know, when the new moon appears? She is no longer here.
Posted by Natalie Williams on May 25, 2021
My grandma’s house was where I felt the most happy and loved. There was no place I loved being more. I cherished the numerous family holidays, birthdays and get togethers spent at their house. My brother and cousins and I often fought over who got to sit closest to grandma at the dining room table. We all loved her so much. I remember watching her and my grandpa lock eyes across the table from their respective heads and look at each other lovingly, and with pride for the family they built. We joked about her losing her voice so much, but the joy of watching her family gather all together around her often overcame her with emotion. She wanted us to linger, eat dessert, drink coffee, just be together. For the rest of my life, when I close my eyes and think of my happy place it will be at my grandmas house, surrounded by the love she emanated to all of us
Posted by Ryan Mace on May 25, 2021
On Friday, May 14th, 2021, our family said goodbye to Gayle Elizabeth Baumgartner (née Casey) - my grandmother. While I know my family feels comforted in the knowledge that she is finally reunited with the love of her life, her husband of 60+ years and our beloved Grandpa Les, it is no less devastating to lose someone who played such a central role in your life for so long.

My Grandma was not just a Grandma to me: she was a friend, a teacher, a second mother, and someone I looked up to immensely. When I was in college, I wrote an essay for a leadership course I was in with the prompt being about “servant leadership”. When I reflected on what it means to be a servant leader, I immediately thought of my Grandma Gayle. Someone who silently led our family. My Grandpa was the big personality to be sure, but behind him – always - was her. Lovingly leading our family. She was truly selfless and cared deeply about her family, her many friends, and her community. She volunteered countless hours for I believe over two decades at her local hospital, donated countless pints of blood, volunteered at their church nearly every Sunday, and so many more selfless acts of good.
She taught me what it means to be a good person and it is her example that I have – and will always – go back to as a guiding light for what it means to live a good life.

I am forever grateful for the many hours I spent with my Grandparents talking about anything and everything in their beautiful home they built together, and I miss our dinners together so much. While losing a loved one is never easy, one thing I have learned is that if you hold in your heart the lessons they gave to you in life, then they are never truly gone. I will hold the many lessons my Grandma gave me in my heart always, and will one day pass them on to my own children. Thank you for being the best Grandma anyone could ever have hoped for. We miss you so much.
her Life
This photo was taken to announce Gayle's engagement to Mr. Leslie Baumgartner. They were married on January 20, 1956.
Bertha, Frank, Donny, Virginia, Kathy, Rosalie, Gayle, Charlene and Jimmy Casey.
Gayle, after her graduation from Saint Mary's Middle School.
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Mother's Day Card-2021 --a photo of a mother & baby bird

Shared by Lucretia Berg on May 28, 2021
Dear Mom:
I saw this card and thought of you--how you always knew when we needed to be hugged, held, and supported.  It was a gift of yours and something we each received and delighted in.  A hug from you meant we were safe, we were going to be OK, we were loved.  We all wanted and needed your hugs--and still do to this day!  That is why we treasure our night to sleep beside you (like we did as kids when Dad would go out of town on a work trip), and why we each are so eager to help you---we just want to return the care, hugs, and love that you gave to each of us.  We are fortunate in that we have been able to share in this care and support each other.  You taught us that Mom.

I am forever thankful that you are my Mom and that God granted our family the joy of knowing a loving Mom. But, it wasn't just your love and hugs that helped us, it was also the value of work and caring for our family.  You taught us how to care for the earth, plant a plentiful garden, pick the fruits of the labor, then prepare for storage.  It was through you that we learned to make jam, can pickles, beans, and tomatoes, and cook (even Melissa [smile]). You taught us how to feed and nourish our own families and ensure that there was plenty through the long winter months.  We each garden in our own ways and nourish our families as we can. It is through gatherings, celebrations, and sharing of food that we learned the value of generations --past, present, future--to know the story of family and to continue the story with our own families.  The branches of our family tree continue to grow and the story of the family you and Dad created continues to evolve.

We are so fortunate to be given the gift of having you as our mother.  You gave us the gift of life and along the way, you taught us how to live that life well.  Thank you for your hugs, love, and spirit.  
I love you Mom! You are forever in my heart and soul.

John O'Donohue poem

Shared by Melissa Mace on May 24, 2021
This excerpt from John O'Donohue's collection of poems (To Bless the Space Between Us) provided comfort to us as we held vigil with mom during her last days.

May you see the reflection
Of your life’s kindness and beauty
In all the tears that fall for you.
As your eyes focus on each face,
May your soul take its imprint,
Drawing each image within
As companions for the journey.

May you find for each one you love
A different locket of jeweled words
To be worn around the heart
To warm your absence.
May someone who knows and loves
The complex village of your heart
Be there to echo you back to yourself
And create a sure word-raft
To carry you to the further shore.

May your spirit feel
The surge of true delight
When the veil of the visible
Is raised, and you glimpse again
The living faces
Of departed family and friends.


All living things have spirits

Shared by Scott Mace on May 19, 2021
Ren (Gayle's Son-In-Law) shared the following with us this week:
Gayle loved to garden, but unfortunately wasn't physically able to garden much at their Gig Harbor home. In 4.5 yrs many of their lavender rhodies never bloomed. In honor of Gayle they are blooming this spring. Just like our Arlington house garden honored us in full magnificent glory in spring 2016 when we said goodbye to Les.