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LEBANON, Mo. Kay Frances
Cinkosky April 5, 1938 - April
25, 2008
On Aug. 4, 1956, she
was united in marriage to Martin W. Cinkosky and to this union one
daughter and three sons were born. She was preceded in death by her
parents; a brother, Roger; and a sister, Phyllis. Kay is survived by her
loving husband of 52 years, Martin; sons, Randy (Jaxine) Cinkosky of
Lebanon, Richard (Lisa) Cinkosky of Linn Creek, Mo., and Robert (Heather)
Cinkosky of Nixa, Mo.; daughter, Lori (Bob) Mulrenin of Lebanon; and 10
grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. She is also survived by her
brother, Ronald (Kathy) Pederson of Waukesha; sister, Kathleen Dhooge of
Anderson, Ind.; several nieces and nephews; as well as a host of other
relatives and friends. She was raised in
Waukesha and graduated from Waukesha High School. After she and Martin
were married, they continued to make their home in Waukesha until moving
to Lebanon in 1978. In addition to being a devoted homemaker and a loving
mother, Kay also helped her husband in the operation of their two motels,
Forest Manor and Brentwood Motel. They managed Forest Manor for seven
years and Brentwood Motel for 10 years until retiring in 1992. Since retiring, Kay
and Martin enjoyed traveling in their motor home and were members of
several motor home clubs. They made many good friends through their
travels and enjoyed spending time with them. Kay always enjoyed playing
games of all kinds and particularly liked dominos and card games. She
possessed a delightful sense of humor and a keen mind for knowledge. Her
family was very important to her and she especially enjoyed her
grandchildren. Kay was a loving wife,
mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt and was a caring
neighbor and friend. We celebrate her life and will cherish the wonderful
memories she created for her family and friends Services were held
Wednesday, April 30, in Lebanon. And the Son has set me
free, I want no rites in a
gloom-filled room, Why cry for a soul set
free? Miss me a little, but
not too long, And not with you head
bowed low. Remember the love we
once shared - Miss me, but let me
go. For this is a journey
we all must take, And each must go
alone. It’s all 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 bury your sorrows
in doing good deeds - Miss me, but let me
go.
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