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In Memory of
Lynn M. Smith
August 11, 1966 - May 30, 2018

Visitation:
Tuesday June 5, 2018 6-8 p.m. at Moreland Funeral Home

Service:
Private Graveside

Interment:
Blendon Central Cemetery

Lynn M. Smith, age 51, passed away suddenly May 30, 2018. Preceded in death by husband Randy Smith; parents Wilbur and Mary Brink. Survived by her only living son Zachary Smith; brothers Scott (Cathy) Brink and Todd Brink; nieces Beth Brink, Madison Dixon and Makenzie Norris; nephews Chris and Matt Brink. Friends may call at MORELAND FUNERAL HOME, 55 E. Schrock Road, Westerville, Tuesday June 5, 2018 from 6-8 p.m. Private family Interment Blendon Cemetery Thursday June 7, 2018.

Condolences

Linda Artis

Jun 5, 2018

I am at such a loss for words to express the sorrow I felt upon learning of Lynn's death. I can only begin to imagine your pain and the void that is left in your lives. Though Lynn and I had a relationship born out of work, it developed into something more than that. I always felt we had the ability to depend on one another for trust and support in ways that transcended those of a supervisor and staff. We weren't necessarily close personal friends but we weren't at all typical employer-employee either. We had a unique relationship. One that I cherished. One that I will miss immensely. Lynn and I were planning to get together as soon as my knee surgery allowed me to get around. That would have been in just a couple weeks. A couple more weeks. That's all I could think of when I heard the news of her passing. That I had so looked forward to seeing her again, that we'd talked about how nice it would be to see one another over lunch or dinner, that it had been a while since we'd talked face to face. We laughed about a few things going on and how we'd expand upon them when we had time to really sit down and catch up better. Lynn and I always measured the amount of time we had known one another in "Zach time." Zach was only 5 years old when Lynn began working for me. So at various points she would mention that "Zach's going to middle school" or Zach's graduating high school" or "Zach is now a Paramedic." This is how we both gauged the fact that time was passing and we were getting older, by Zach's growth and accomplishments. At each point we would both remark that he was "only 5 years old" when she first started working with me. We continued this even after I left and she continued on. Lynn took great pride in Zach's accomplishments and his development from a little boy to a young man. You could see it in her face when you were with her and hear it in her voice when you were simply talking with her. I will so miss all these things. I will so miss her. Many people will miss her. Lynn was both loved, liked and respected by those she worked with and those she came into contact with as clients and over the years she touched thousands of clients. When I hired Lynn, her role did not include direct client interaction but there came a point when I needed her to take on responsibility for the Adult Day Center. She was hesitant at first, not certain that she wanted to or had the ability to work that intensely with clients. But she took it on as she had taken on every challenge put before her in the past. And like every other challenge she not only met it but excelled at it. She grew to love it and the clients and the families of the clients loved her. She was excellent as the Director of the the ADC and it flourished under her direction. Lynn always rose to the occasion. Every time. No matter what it was. It was her nature to do so. And she did it with grace. She never grumbled; never caused dissension. She would bring problems to me and we'd work them through but she was always about making things better. That's what she expected from herself. That's what she expected from others. That's even what she expected from me. And she could and would tell me so in so many words. Even after we no longer worked together, Lynn helped me. She once even volunteered Zach, offering him up to act as my wheelchair chauffeur when I needed to get to my daughter, who was hospitalized at OSU and I was unable to walk the long distance to her room. before even asking him she said, "Zach will take you up, if he can get free and I'm sure he can." I remember laughing and saying to her that perhaps she should ask Zach first but she brushed me off saying that was unnecessary and laughing at the very idea. I felt sorry for Zach having to push this old lady around but he was so very gallant when he came to get me. Zach picked me up curbside and took me to the room via his special "secret" route that avoided high traffic areas. The perfect escort. The perfect son. And I couldn't wait to call her to tell her just that. "You've done a great job, Mom!" She was tickled pink. Nothing made her happier than to hear good things about Zach. Nothing. Did I mention that I'll miss her? That learning of her death was like a physical blow? It's still difficult to use death and her name in the same sentence. It just doesn't seem right that the world should be absent this person who touched so many in such a positive way. I can only hope Zach, Lynn's brothers, nieces, and nephews hold in their hearts not only their own personal memories but the knowledge that so many others loved and will continue to remember her as well.