In Memory
Nancy Jean Paxton, age 81, of Beaver Falls, PA, died on Monday, January 27, 2025. She was born on Tuesday, July 27, 1943, in Beaver Falls, PA, to the late Walter and Frances Virginia Bell Driver.
Nancy is survived by her children, Greg Stillwagon; John (Linda) Roseborough; Larry Roseborough; grandchildren, Jordan Roseborough; Trevor Roseborough; Hunter Roseborough; Jay Roseborough; sister, Darla (Ron) Sallade; nephews, Ron Salade; Doug Salade; niece, Stacie Agnor; and first husband, John Roseborough, Jr.
In addition to her parents, Nancy is preceded in death by her second husband, Edgar Paxton.
Family and friends will gather on Wednesday, January 29, 2025, from 10:00 a.m. until 2:00 p.m. at Campbell’s Chippewa Funeral Home, Inc., 2618 Darlington Road, Beaver Falls, PA 15010 (Randy R. Wheeler, supervisor, 724-843-2500). Burial will follow.
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Judith Abraham
"Judy, it's me, Nancy. We were kids together."
Nancy and I began our journey together as best friends. We lived on the same block and I wish I could recall how our girlfriendship began. I imagine it was playing jacks together, jumping rope, blowing bubbles, cutting out paper dolls or just staring up into the heavens and watching the clouds morph into fairies, gnomes, and angels. It all seemed so vast, and we seemed so small. But somehow we knew we were a part of the all.
She was fairytale beautiful, with creamy skin, green eyes, and ash blonde lustrous hair. I'm not sure how she would describe me, but I was sure that every other girl on the planet was prettier than I. To my eyes, Nancy was the fairest of them all. Her beauty was not merely external, it radiated from within. She was a gentle loving soul, fragile and kind. I don't remember us ever disagreeing. I loved Nancy for many reasons, but none more so than her authentic sweetness.
The last time I saw Nancy was a chance meeting. She recognized me before I realized that - there she was. She said, "Judy, it's me ... Nancy... we were kids together." And the tears gathered in my eyes. I remembered our childhood bond, just us being girls together. Time and space had separated us. But fate, or perhaps it was destiny, brought us back together - one last time. It was sacred for both of us.
I thought it was eight or nine years ago. But my sis tells me it was 20 years ago. That realization froze me in place. I had tried all those many years to get in touch. But it was not meant to be. I spoke of her to Russ the week before she transitioned, lamenting I could not find her. I realize now, she probably had begun her transition from mortal to spirit. Our secrets Nancy will remain ours, I hold you in my heart until we are united. We will play in the clouds together and dance with the fairies, gnomes and angels. We will be girls together once again. Blessed Be Your Journey precious friend. I'm sorry I couldn't have been there for you. Condolences to your family.
Martha Dean (Hoegle)
I appreciate Judith Abraham's memories of Nancy since I did not know her until we were in 8-12 grades and I too remember her being very pretty and Judy described her as I remember her too. My sympathy to her family and friends. She was in my life for a very short time, but I am thankful that I had the privilege to know her.