Mary-Caston-Obituary

Mary Ann Caston

Cleveland, Ohio

1934 - 2022

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age 87, born June 7, 1934, passed away May 16, 2022. Beloved wife to J Douglas Caston (deceased 2016), mother to John Caston (Emilia), Elizabeth Caston, and Mary Susan Pabst (Robert). Additional family includes her sister Barbara Rosenfeld and brother Kermit Keeter, her grandchildren, and many...

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I am so very sorry for your loss. My mom Janie Shamberg (AKA Janie Burger per Mary Susan) babysat for the children. I have wonderful memories of your family. Your parents made a big contribution to this world. May they rest in peace. Margie Shamberg Zronek

I am deeply saddened that I am just now aware of Mary Ann's passing. She was such a gracious and knowledgeable lady, always welcoming and willing help where she could in any situation. Many years of working with her at Benjamin Rose and learning from her are a treasured memory. She loved gardening and with her endearing nature nurtured many people. God Bless You Mary Ann for I am much better person for having known you.

Mary Ann, God took you in his loving arms, He saw you need rest. His garden must be beautiful, because The Good Lord only takes the best. Mary Ann was a lovely lady and a wonderful nurse. My deepest sympathy and prayers to the entire family. May God be with you and comfort you in this difficult time of sorrow. Sincerely, Nancy L. Burkle, MSN, RN, APRN-CNS

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John, Lizzie, and Mary Susan. A death of a parent is always so difficult with all the "business" that comes with it. Your mom was so lucky to have you three to carry on and comfort one another in this time. What I remember about our time on Edgehill were those flower baskets your mom had on the back . . fence? . . in your yard in the summer. She shared with me how easy they were to flower and I wished I had the same place as you all did so I could copy her. Your mom was a gentle...

Mary Ann and Doug were a big part of our lives in Cleveland Heights in the Seventies; we were all raising children by day, some of us while working, like Mary Ann, and giving dinner parties in the evening, according to a prescribed script that I remember fondly as casually civilized. Mary Ann was always, unfailingly, welcoming, kind and cheerful. Whatever Heaven turns out to be, Mary Ann is there now.