Susan L. Tribull, 69, of Jeffersonville, PA, passed away July 18, 2022. Sue was a loving mother, daughter, sister, aunt, wife, and friend who will be missed by many.

She is survived by her son, Daniel C. Doyle Jr.; her sisters Karen Tribull, Kathleen Tribull Mattis (Todd) and Rebecca Tribull Weber; nieces Greta Mattis Muise (Ryan), Miranda Mattis, Eva Weber and Alice Weber; nephew Evan T. Mattis; grandnephew, Logan Muise, and grandniece, Riley Muise.

Sue was born to the late Henry and Phyllis Tribull, April 16, 1953, in Baltimore, Maryland, where she was the oldest of four daughters. She graduated from Parkville Senior High School and attended Rosemont College. She also studied and was certified in Reiki and reflexology.

She came from a family of artists, and Sue was no exception; at a young age, she was creating realistic oil paintings of landscapes, sewing nightgowns, and crafting items for her sister's dollhouse. Later on, this talent blossomed into more expressive pieces, such as detailed drawings, pottery, and even designing and making her own clothing.

Sue fell in love and married the late Daniel C. Doyle, Sr. and eventually had their son Daniel in 1982. They lived in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania where they hosted many get-togethers with family, friends, and neighbors. Sue and Dan were music-loving hippies who were known for throwing epic birthday and holiday parties with a menu created by Sue.

Sue was an accomplished chef and baker who had her own catering company, and her favorite way to show her love was to cook for family gatherings. Beef Wellington was her signature dish, and to this day, people still talk about her infamous chocolate mousse cups. Others may remember Sue for her generously portioned Christmas cookie platters; it took her a full week to lovingly bake and decorate each individual cookie. Preparing food for others was one of her love languages.

For many years, she joyfully worked at Children's House Montessori School. Sue loved children, and children loved her! Look at any family photo and you will find a kid snuggling up next to her or sitting on her lap. She had an ability to access her inner child and allow herself to be playful, goofy, and silly. It wasn't unusual to find Susan playing games on the floor with the kids at family gatherings.

As Aunt Sue, she took great pride when sending care packages to Logan and Riley. She took her time picking out small gifts and special foods that she knew they liked, making sure to stay up-to-date with their interests (usually dinosaurs and princesses). Sue loved FaceTiming with them while they received and opened their gifts so that she could experience their joy and excitement right alongside them.

In addition to cooking and gift giving, writing was another one of Sue's love languages. She penned deeply meaningful and heartfelt cards, letters, and poems. This is part of a poem that Susan wrote to her mother on Mother's Day 1999:

"Things I Learned from my Mother"

You have no idea who your mother really is, the distance her journey, how steep the climb.

The longings that drove her, from childhood, to now.

The dreams she accomplished, the ones she let go—

Her place in the world—your place in her life—in her heart, how inseparable the two.

Nobody will ever love you like your mother loves you.

You've probably turned out more like your mother than you'd even care to admit or could possibly appreciate.

You may not have your mother's eyes, or her nose.

She may not have passed on to you the family heirloom locket or her fine china.

She may not have always had the time to give.

Her most precious gifts are seamless and invisible—and you see through each day to a distant future, of your own design, only she could have imagined for you.

Sue compassionately took care of her father during his final years, driving from Pennsylvania to Maryland almost every weekend. It's no surprise that she won over the hearts of her dad's nurses and caregivers. People –even strangers—felt comfortable sharing with her.

As a mother, Sue encouraged Daniel in all of his pursuits. Her unwavering support was a tremendous gift, shaping him into the person he is today. She taught him what it means to be a caring and loving person and how to nurture his own creative spirit. For this, he is forever grateful.

Sue was a spiritual woman who lived by The Golden Rule: Let us treat others with the same passion and compassion with which we want to be treated.

Please join us to celebrate the life of Susan Tribull on Thursday, July 28 ^th , 2022.

We encourage both adults and children to wear bright colors in memory of Sue's vibrant personality.