On October 13, 2016, Nancy Ann Levingston of Springfield, MO passed into rest peacefully in her sleep to be with her Lord and savior. She was 73 years old.
Born in Hemlock Grove, Ohio on January 25, 1943 to Hugh and Rosella (Hudson) Thomson, she was the oldest of four children. When her father died in 1959, Nancy took on the role of part time nanny contributing significantly to the care and upbringing of her siblings, William, Grace Yvonne and Dolores Jean. Nancy still excelled in school, and was an annual honor roll member.
She met her eventual husband, Lawrence Dilcher, in 1959 and the two married and had four children, Lawrence Jr., Julie Anne, Beth Ellen and Rebel Lynn. The two shared many happy years together, finally separating in 1985.
Nancy was active in her church and strove for excellence in everything she did. She enjoyed successful careers in banking, physical fitness, retail and truck driving. She met her second husband, Alton Levingston in early 1987, on her birthday in fact. They married in 1989 settling in Springfield, MO, the two had a loving relationship that lasted until her passing.
She loved life, her children and grandchildren, nature, her God, music, owls, Raggedy Anne and Andy, arts and crafts, and all the sports teams from Detroit. She was very active in her church while her health allowed it, even cooking meals for “her kids” at the Bible Institute of Missouri in her hometown. Nancy was as at home and competent in a pair of jeans in the garden as she was in a business suit at the bank, and loved by all who met her.
She is survived by her husband, Alton, brother William, son Lawrence, daughters, Julie Anne and Rebel Lynn.
She was preceded into passing by her Daughter Beth Ellen Dilcher, Mother Rosella, her Father Hugh, her beloved stepfather, Pearl Secoy, and her dear sisters, Dolores Jean and Grace Yvonne.
According to her wishes, there will be no funeral or memorial service.
Tis a Fearful Thing
by Yehuda HaLevi (1075 – 1141)
‘Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be –
to be,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
‘Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.