Charlene June Vining

Charlene J. Vining, 83, of Oregon, OH passed away on July 16, 2015 at Toledo Hospital after a long courageous battle with heart and pulmonary health issues. Char was born to parents Charles E. Abernathy and Rita G. (McCauley) in Cheboygan, MI on June 5, 1932. She moved to Ohio in 1952 when she married Raymond L. Vining. Char enjoyed maintaining her Northern Michigan roots her entire life making annual trips back up North with her family visiting the entire area with special stops in Cheboygan and the Garden Peninsula in the U.P. She especially enjoyed taking her grandchildren and great grandchildren up North to share the experience, beauty, and family history, including her McCauley Family history on Beaver Island. Char is survived by her daughter, Cynthia J. Cahill, son, Raymond C. (Kathleen) Vining, six grandchildren; Michael (Susan) Miller, Jennifer (Scottie) Harris, Brian (Shiloh) Cahill, Michelle Vining, Robert Vining, and Ronda Mae Welty, ten great grandchildren; Briana Cahill, Deon Harris, MacKenzie Vining, Morgan Vining, Seth Cahill, Melanie Cahill, Andrew and Aniyah Earl Johnson, Michael Welty, and Rachquel Welty. A Celebration of Life will be held on Saturday, August 22, 2015 from 2:30PM until 6:00PM at the Maumee Indoor Theatre. A Memorial Mass and Inurnment at Calvary Cemetery will be held at a later date. The family wishes to thank all those who included her in their prayers and wish to thank all of her caregivers at Bay Park and the Toledo Hospital, especially the staff of Toledo Hospital Adult Intensive Care Unit. Memorial contributions may be made to the American Heart Association. Online condolences may be made to Blanchard-Strabler Funeral Home, blanchardstrabler.com. Char wanted to share the following with everyone: Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Miss me, But Let Me Go When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in gloom-filled rooms, Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little--but not too long, And not with your head bowed low; Remember the love that we once shared Miss me--but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take, And each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, Go to the friends we know, And busy your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me - but let me go. Its our Job to choose Its our job to choose the choices we make each day of the week. The paths we take the goals we seek. The kind of person one day we will be, is a choice by you and me. Each thought we think, each word we say, affects our tomorrows in some strange way. Each task we finish if well done prepares us to tackle a bigger one. Each of us has a talent or two a chance to make good on the job we do, Time to squander or use is given to us. Its our job to choose. Arrangements under the direction of Blanchard-Strabler Funeral Home, Toledo, OH.