Margaret Louise, nee Brown, Noblin, age 82, passed away this morning, September 25, 2021 around 9:40 AM.

I say around , because Margaret Louise (Brown) Noblin was never the most particular about time and she was probably a bit earlier or later than 9:40 AM. We'll say 9:40'ish.

I should probably write out a full obituary, line by line and paragraph by paragraph, but I don't believe I will. The fact that she was born in Chattanooga on February 25, 1939 doesn't mean as much as the fact that she wore some fantastically ugly wigs throughout most of the 70's and 80's and into the 90's.

I could write about how Mom got sick earlier this year and then got sicker.  Instead I'll write about how she never refused to acknowledge what was happening to her. One of her neighbors let us know that while out in the backyard, Mom spoke to them over the fence and, with a smile, let them know she was dying of cancer. They thought she was joking or confused and laughed it off. Knowing Mom, she laughed harder at the fact she was playing one helluva joke on them.

I would write about the last few months when Mom was at home in hospice care, but that would be boring.  I will write about how much joy she took from the visits of friends and family and though she had trouble remembering all the names and when, exactly, they visited, she spoke of it daily.  Thank you all for that.

So, to finish this non-obituary…

Today was an ordinary day. Calm and pleasant outside. No storms on the horizon. An ordinary day in an ordinary neighborhood, where a woman lived and a woman died. She was born into hard times, a redhead in the mountains. She lived long enough to get married, leave the mountains, have and raise three children, travel and see more of the world than most people dream of, create a career, buy a home, enjoy her neighbors, have grandchildren, lose a daughter, lose her brothers and sisters, retain her laughter, keep her faith and always love those she chose to love through good times and bad. She was not always nice, not always cheerful. She had a temper and could be violent with her words and attitude. She had sarcasm that would bruise and a squint and sneer that could cut. All tempered by a wit that was sharper than a stropped razor and a laugh that could ease your aches and pains.

She was rarely boring.

Today was an ordinary day. An ordinary day on which my decidedly un-ordinary Mom died.

We will miss her.

Terri and I, and Buddy and Tina, want to thank all of you for your visits, texts, calls and good thoughts. I hope you all know how much it means to us and how much all of you meant to Mom.

-Written by her son, Jeff

Ms. Noblin was laid to rest with her family in attendance at O'Fallon City Cemetery, O'Fallon, Illinois. No flowers or memorials are requested.