Beatrice Mushitz, age 90, of Jordan, died peacefully surrounded by her family on Monday, April 11, 2016, at Oak Terrace Senior Living in Jordan. Bea was born on April 15, 1925 to Jerry & Rose (Fijala) Pavlis in Geddes, South Dakota.  She was raised there and graduated from Geddes High School and then obtained a teaching certificate in Yankton, SD.  She taught in a one-room school house in Wheeler, SD before her marriage to Victor W. Mushitz on May 25, 1945 at St. Anne's Catholic Church in Geddes.  The couple moved to Cedar Lake Township in 1953, where she raised their 5 children until their youngest daughter was in 1st grade.  She then entered the work force and started out at Munsingwear in Montgomery, then Dayton's Dept. Store in Edina. Sheldahl in Northfield followed and finally she finished her career with Space Data also in Northfield, from which she retired at age 70.  Bea belonged to  St. Catherine's Altar & Rosary Society and Prior Lake VFW Auxiliary.  While wintering in Texas, she volunteered mentoring children in schools, especially learning English.  She loved flower gardening and enjoyed traveling, dancing, and playing cards.

Bea is survived by her children, Dick (Evie) Mushitz of Elko, Ken (Ann) Mushitz of New Prague, Kathy (Tom) Moore of Arlington, TX, Don (Marlene) Mushitz of New Prague, Deb (Tim) Lohman of Austin, TX; brothers, Harold Pavlis of Geddes, SD and Duane "Sonny" Pavlis of Lake Andes, SD; 10 grandchildren; 19 great-grandchildren.  She is preceded in death by her husband, Vic on November 24, 2014; her parents.

Mass of Christian Burial will be held Saturday, April 16, 2016, at 11:00 AM at St. Catherine Catholic Church in St. Catherine (rural Prior Lake) with Father Michael Miller officiating.  Visitation will take place on Friday from 4-8 PM and Saturday from 7:30 - 10:00 AM all at Bruzek Funeral Home.  Burial will occur in the church cemetery immediately followed by lunch in the church basement.

I am standing upon the seashore.  A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.  She is an object of beauty and strength.  I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.  Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight.  That is all.  She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.  And just at the moment when someone at my side says:  "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"

And that is dying....                                    Henry Van Dyke