Betty J. Kessler
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Funeral services for Betty J. Kessler, 93, De Soto will be held at 10:30 a.m. Friday, March 31, 2017 at De Soto Baptist Church. Burial will follow at De Soto Cemetery, De Soto, KS. She passed away Monday, March 27, 2017 at Olathe Hospice House.
Betty was born September 15, 1923 in Austin, MO the daughter of Lyle and Irene (Cole) Dickey.
She was a member of the De Soto Baptist Church, ABW, Bible study group, and Merrymakers in De Soto.
She worked in claims and salvage for Farmers Insurance Group office until she retired in 1988.
She married Joseph R. Kessler on February 14, 1962 in De Soto, KS.
Survivors include her daughter-in-law, Victoria A. Hall, De Soto; son-in-law, Bobby Thompson, Paola, KS; nine grandchildren; great grandchildren and great-great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her daughter, Sherry Lee Thompson, son, Danny Joe Hall and brother, Robert Dickey.
The family will greet friends from 6:00 – 8:00 p.m. on Thursday, March 30th at De Soto Baptist Church.
Memorials may be made in her name to De Soto Baptist Church or Olathe Medical Center Hospice and may be sent in care of Warren-McElwain mortuary.
My Aunt Betty was a wonderful, loving person. I will miss her. My deepest condolences to the entire family. My prayers are with all of you. Because she was a born-again Christian, I know that she is with Jesus. Her family members and friends that went before her are now together in Heaven for eternity. What a joyous day it will be when we will all be together with God!
I send love to my family in Kansas. I remember Aunt Betty’s sense of humor from my childhood visits with her. She and my dad, Bob Dickey, shared a love of practical jokes, especially if they could annoy each other in true brother and sister fashion. She would muss his hair, which he hated, so he would get back by doing something like following her around while she was clearing the table, with him secretly moving the dishes she had just taken to the kitchen back to the table, until finally she realized why she wasn’t making any progress. She would try to scold him with a frown, but couldn’t get any further than “Now, Bob…!” before cracking into laughter. They also shared a love of Jesus and music. I’m sure they are now walking together, probably finding ways to bother each other along the way, and maybe singing one of my dad’s songs called Walking on the Holy Highway: “We’re goin’ to shout!; sing!; pray! – all the day! Walking on the Holy Highway…Together we’re walking on the Holy Highway to heaven! heaven! heaven! That’s why we’re shouting! Singing! Praying! all the way…while Walking on the Holy Highway!” Amen.