Marybeth Flynn
Marybeth (Nerviani) Flynn, 55, passed away peacefully in her sleep on Thursday, December 19, 2019 at Mercy South Hospital.
Marybeth “Babe’O” was born on August 7, 1964, to Mary Elizabeth “Betty” Nerviani (née O’Toole) and Albert Joseph Nerviani. She was preceded in death by three brothers Thomas, Daniel and Albert and sister Vicky. She is survived by her 3 children: Kevin, Zachary (Amber Stueve) and Leah; and two sisters: Bobbie Lodes and Teresa Roberson, as well as many nieces and nephews.
Babe’O grew up in the Skinker DeBaliviere neighborhood, where she attended St. Roch’s Elementary school. She graduated from Mercy High School in 1982, then took courses at Forest Park Community College. Babe’O married Daniel Flynn in 1985 and moved to the Dogtown neighborhood of St. Louis, where they raised a family together while she pursued a career as an Administrative Assistant. She enjoyed dancing, spending time with her family and being outdoors, especially near the water. Babe had an infectious personality and was able to make any situation a laughter-filled party. She will be deeply missed by all who knew and loved her.
A celebration in remembrance of Babe’s life will be held on Sunday, December 29, 2019, at Seamus McDaniel’s 1208 Tamm Ave. St. Louis, MO 63139 from 3pm – 8pm.
Can’t be there this time, but you’ve always been in my prayers…R.I.P.
i went to school with Babe. She was always one of those people that when you were having a bad day all you had to do was look at her and she was smiling. “Infectious personality” is very correct. Babe, I haven’t seen you in a long time but please save me a smile when it’s my turn to come home. Rest easy.
So sorry. Our prayers are with all of you. Her life was blessed with all of you in it!
May she Rest In Peace and be welcomed with open arms in Heaven by all those who have gone before her!
Much love and prayers for all of you!
Penny and all the Ducketts
I love you Mom. You made me the man I am today. And I’ll make sure that’s something you can be proud of. Good night, sleep tight. So you can wake up bright, to do what’s right. With all your might. Good night.
Kind of a disappointing turnout for the comment page, ngl. All right well screw it, since I’m pretty sure nobody’s ever going to use this link again besides myself, I’m just going to turn it into my own personal system for sending letters to my mom. I feel like she would like that and no one else would care. So I’m going to go ahead and do it. Hey Mom. Good to see you, kind of. It’s good to see color pictures though anyway. I wonder if there’s any physical copies left in the world…. Anyway. How are you? Your birthday is coming up here in a minute. It’s ironic that I could never remember it when you were alive. Well maybe ironic isn’t the right word. Serendipitous. Yeah that’s way better. I’m doing pretty well. I think. I’m not really sure to be honest. My life is weird now. At least compared to most people. I love you, I miss you. But at the same time it feels like you never left. It’s weird but I don’t feel separate from you at all. Still, I miss being able to talk like normal people, I miss getting lunch. I miss a lot of things. But I can still feel you, just as present as you ever were. I wonder sometimes what you would think about me now. My spirituality, what I’ve chosen to believe in, my practices. Your own spiritual practice was a bit unorthodox, for your background. But really it was pretty orthodox, and the grand scheme of things. Vedantic Hinduism isn’t really that weird. I’ve gotten this into some really weird stuff, but I pretty much every account. And I’d like to think that you’re a big part of that. You showed me that it was okay to be weird. You showed me a lot of things. And I think if anyone who knew you were to look at me now, and get to know me at all, there would be no question that I have my mothers son. I’ve inherited so much of your… I just look at myself now and I see so much of you in me. I love you. Talk to you later mama.