Diane Haughan

Diane Lee Haughan (Woodward)

Sunday, August 14th, 1938 - Thursday, February 6th, 2020
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Diane Lee Haughan, 81, passed away Thursday, February 6, 2020. Born in Fort Wayne, Indiana Diane was the daughter of the late Grant and June Woodward. She graduated from Elmhurst High School, and earned her bachelors degree in Elementary Education from IPFW. She taught for FWCS for several years. Diane and her friend Diane owned Dianes’ Patchwork Parlor many years ago. She loved arts and crafts. Surviving are her children, June (Patrick Pauszek) Robinson, Thomas (Lesli) Haughan; grandchildren, Paul (Sarah Stewart) Robinson, Joseph (Katie) Robinson, Tommy Haughan; 4 great grandchildren; and her sister, Kathleen Neuhaus. Diane was preceded in death by her husband Thomas Haughan. A Memorial Service will be 11 am, Tuesday, February 11, 2020 at FairHaven Funeral Home and Cremation Services, 6557 N. Clinton Street with calling from 9 am until the service. Memorials may be made to the American Lung Association.
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  • Visitation

    Tuesday, February 11th, 2020 | 9:00am - 11:00am
    Tuesday, February 11th, 2020 9:00am - 11:00am
    FairHaven Funeral Home and Cremation Services
    6557 N Clinton Street
    Fort Wayne, IN 46825
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  • Service

    Tuesday, February 11th, 2020 | 11:00am
    Tuesday, February 11th, 2020 11:00am
    FairHaven Funeral Home and Cremation Services
    6557 N Clinton Street
    Fort Wayne, IN 46825
    Get Directions: View Map | Text | Email
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Kathleen Neuhaus

Posted at 06:16am
Many people don't realize Diane and I traveled to many "great" places together. Right after my husband died seven years ago, she agreed to take a trip with me that Harry and I had planned. Her daughter June encouraged her, and her son Ted met us in Detroit with an expedited "passport" for her so that she could cross into Canada. We were going to Stratford to see plays I already had tickets to see. It was my first time to see how serious her COPD was becoming. I parked at the bottom of a hill by the theater, and Diane almost didn't make it up the hill. She wasn't on oxygen yet, and her breathing was labored. After that we took taxies each time we went! Harry and I were to have a single room, but that room was needed--and we were given an upgrade to a two bedroom, two bathroom suite that also had a lovely sitting area. Who says there aren't angels! Before this trip we had gone to France and England with students; to Brown County with Donna and a friend countless times; and to Minnesota where she stayed in our father's Island cabin on Smith Lake, while Harry and I were at our place on Bello Lake. The two of us went to Brown County alone after our Stratford trip, and since she'd never been to Florida, we went to Punta Gorda for a week. Her first afternoon in Florida, she was sitting outside in the soft air. I thought she was going to watch the sunset and stepped outside to ask what she was doing. "Oh, nothing," was her reply. However! When I saw our photos, there were two pictures of her foot! One with her sandal on and one with it off! Why? --still remains her silly secret.
All too soon after that trip, our travels became memories we shared over lunches with Donna--and eventually around the small table in her assisted-living home. She needed oxygen 24-7, immediate help if she fell, and EMS help when she had breathing and
heart episodes. Since she had a little kitchen and preferred to remain in her home, she could fix a small meal or have meals delivered from the dining area. However, she needed someone to do her grocery, plus, shopping, and to help keep her living area clean and organized. Sarah, her granddaughter-in-law, had been doing that in her home over the years and continued to help her in assisted-living. Ah, but Sarah wasn't just an excellent helper, she came with additional "helpers." From the time Sarah began, Diane also got to visit with her grandson Paul who sometimes helped Sarah, their two children Cash and Olive, two dear Grands, little Tommy, a dear grandson, and eventually even smaller Nora, another dear Grand. Wee Quinn, Nora's sister, was born just days before her Granny Diane went to heaven. Hopefully, the older children will remember to tell her about the toy box and treat box and love Granny had for them. Thank you dear Sarah. Thank you dear Paul. Thank you, young and small Grands and Greats.
With help from Sarah, Sis' small living area was carefully organized so that she could sit in her big blue chair and reach her knitting or her Kindle Fire where she had thousands of books she read and reread, or her crafting items. Her bed had a lovely bedspread sprinkled with flowers, and she often sat there to do puzzles and artwork, to watch clever children's programs and her many DVD's, to send emails and texts, and to take comfort in the treasured photos and memorabilia she had collected during her life.
We were together on New Year's Day. With the help of Sarah who cleaned and quartered a cabbage for her, she made us a lunch of steamed cabbage, ham (she cleverly asked for a ham sandwich the day before and saved that ham), and small potatoes (from a can). Her microwave was put to use, and the lunch was delicious. I had baked her an apple pie, her absolute favorite, for our dessert. We talked and laughed and cried as we shared our news and our past.
She caught a virus, one very damaging to the lungs. We had two days of hope, praying that the virus when over would leave her with enough lung viability to live. We had one day of realizing that wasn't to be. The next day she simply went to sleep and on to heaven. I had whispered to her, "It's time to be with God and our mother and dad and your Tommy---I love you, dear Sis."
I have the apple pie pan back now. I've turned into a bird feeder that I can put right outside the door to my deck when it's too snowy or icy for me to go out to my hanging bird feeders. Then I watch the Cardinals fly in for a visit and lunch.


Kathleen Neuhaus

Posted at 10:58pm
Remembering the Greats, Part 3: I said I would tell you about Diane's flowers, and I will. As June, Ted, and I put photos and mementos on both sides of Diane's memorial, new flowers began arriving. I could hear June say, "Oh," and then I could hear her soft crying. I said, "Junie, if you are going to cry at every new arrangement, we're not going to make it." Ted chuckled, and June said, "It's the unexpected ones. People from our past are remembering us." She laughed quietly through her tears, Ted and I smiled, we paused, took deep breaths, and began arranging and rearranging the memories of my sister's life.
After the luncheon, we returned to Fair Haven to gather up everything, including the flowers. I said others could have my flowers, but the vase and our Grandmother Woodward's rose pitcher that I'd arranged flowers in needed to return home with me. Ted's wife Leslie also gave me a cutting from Diane's memorial, and I had an arrangement from my granddaughter Elizabeth that had been delivered to my home. Her sister Stefanie also had a lovely arrangement delivered to me, but it was too heavy for me to bring to Fair Haven. There were many other beautiful arrangements that Ted and June said would be taken to Heritage Park Assisted Living where Diane had lived in her small home. How prefect to let others there enjoy her fresh flowers. I traveled home with my flowers, and that's why I was surrounded with pink roses with daisies peeking out and yellow roses within a blend of fall colored flowers. The arrangements I'd made--something I'd never done before; whereas, Diane had arranged countless flowers--were somewhat of a surprise even to me. I was afraid to trust what I wanted for Sis to a florist, and the stores in Angola were flush with Valentine flowers that would work well in my vase and pitcher. I bought flowers and baby's breath and a few silver and pink sparkling additions and pink ribbon in every shade I could find. Then I created with flowers for my sister. Now, home again, I began to tend all the arrangements, trimming petals off the roses when needed, cutting away any flower or leaf that wilted--except I couldn't throw any of the wilted flowers away. I put them in a small bag with thoughts of drying them to save them. Again, Sis would have turned the dried flowers into an art form, but they are stuck with me.
Today only one entire arrangement remains, along with bits and pieces in a little vase. Fresh cut flowers have a very short life, and those of us in our seventies and eighties will tell you when looking back, our lives seem as brief as any flower's life. Whereas, the petals of a flower can be dried and saved, out petals are saved in the memories of our families and friends, in the photos we leave behind, and in all the collected treasures we loved during our lives. I have seventy some years of memories with my sister, precious photos, the gifts she made and bought for me, along with treasures that our mother used every day and Diane kept by her side through all her years of changing homes. They, as well as the flowers drying in their small bag, bring comfort, but now there always will be moments when I'll think I need to tell Sis something or to visit her or to ask her, "Sis, what do I do with your dried flowers, your petals? Oh, my dear, what do I do without you?"

Kathleen Neuhaus

Posted at 05:27am
Remembering the Greats: [Please note, when you see my * it will mean there are more stories left untold.] I said my first story would be about the flowers, but another family story should be shared first because it's so important. Diane and I have another sister, Donna Rae Syndram. Others may think of her as our cousin, but we think of her as our sister. This story began with our Grandmother Woodward and her three sons, Edward, Ray, and Grant. Grant was our father. Edward was Donna's father. Ray was our dear uncle. Our Grandfather Woodward died when Grant was ten years old.* Grandma then raised her sons during the Depression years.* "First there were three little boys, then there were three little girls" is still being said today. Donna was born in July of 1938; Diane was born in August of 1938. I waited until 1940 to make my pesky appearance. I'm not sure when we became aware Donna was being raised by her father and our grandmother. Our Mother in her gentle way explained to us that Donna's mother had gone to heaven before she was two years old. The three of us were already close, but that sadness wrapped around our small hearts as we drew even closer to our Donna.
There were many at Diane's memorial who were unaware Donna had been in Parkview Hospital while Diane was in Lutheran Hospital. My two sisters were a city apart, and even when Donna was released she was far from well. Yet, there she was at Diane's celebration, so very beautiful, with only a small cane hinting at her serious illness. An inner strength (grit) and love, I thought, must be holding her together as she looked at the wonderful photo display Diane's children had blessed us with and the flowers surrounding Diane's daisy memorial. She then sat down, and her family protectively surrounded her with more love.
Three little girls who grew up to marry and have families of their own.* Donna married her Richard [Dick] first. I married my Harry next. Diane married her Thomas [Tommy] last --- and we realized our husbands were Tom, Dick, and Harry! Tommy left us first, so very young at 39; ah, but he would have been the first to turn 40 out of the five of them, which might have made his eyes twinkle and his grin broaden as he left. Harry left us next seven years ago, and we can still hear his laughter echo around the lake. And then Sis . . . I remember Dick saying to me, "She sipped away from us didn't she." I nodded but wasn't able to tell him she had me retell her the story of one of our Christmases together the last day I visited her. Donna, Dick, Sis, and I had been remembering backwards after opening gifts at her cosy assisted-living home. We laughed as we shared memories, sometimes correcting each other, adding up years together, oftentimes building one memory into several. Those few hours were a long day for Sis, and we watched her slowly fall asleep in her chair. We began to whisper as we gathered up gifts and put on our coats. We whispered to tell her we were leaving and said goodbye as we tiptoed to the door, closing it gently the behind us. She loved that story, and she loved us--greatly. Forever, Sis, Forever.


Kathleen Neuhaus

Posted at 08:04am
Yesterday our family gathered to remember and celebrate my precious sister's life. Today I find myself surrounded with flowers as thoughts of my life with her softly fill my mind. Oh, the stories, so many stories. They really should be remembered in a book is one of my thoughts. Immediately my mind circles with titles: Remembering Diane, A Self-Created Life, no and no, and then I settle on Remembering the Greats. I smile as I think others will think I certainly have an elevated view of our family--because at first they will have no idea the title stems from Diane's great grandchildren. She couldn't be bothered with such a long identification and simple called them her "greats." Her greats included one little grandson who graced her life during the same years her greats were being born. The title also includes the great moments of her life, the great people woven into the fabric of her life, like her daughter and son who planned a beautiful, loving remembrance for her; and, of course, the stories, always the stories. If the kind men of Fair Haven allow, I will share a few of those stories over the next three days, beginning with "flowers," like the ones that now will ever so briefly lift my sadness, just as Diane always could-- but much too briefly, even though real time measured over 70 years. Forever, Sis, forever.

With love, Ellen and Stephen Reuille

Posted at 11:38pm
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