I want to take a moment to honor and remember someone who meant a great deal to me, Jean Lynch, the mother of my dear friend Leo.
I first met Mrs. Lynch back in Leo and my College Park days, during a time when a home-cooked meal was a rare and precious gift. She always had enough food, warmth, and kindness to go around, not just for her family, but for all of us lucky enough to be considered part of Leo’s entourage.
She welcomed us with open arms, a sharp wit, and an unshakable sense of grace. Her table was a gathering place, her home, a refuge.
She had a sharp mind, a big heart, and a sense of humor that could light up the room. Conversations with her were never dull. She kept us on our toes, always ready with a smart, well-earned retort and a knowing smile. But what stayed with me most was her generosity. She gave freely, her time, her energy, her warmth, and made every single one of us feel like we mattered.
Her kindness didn’t end with her. The entire Lynch family reflected it, including her husband, Leo Sr., who was always just as welcoming. Together, they created a home that truly felt like family to all of us.
I cherish the memories, the care she gave, the laughter she shared, and the lessons she passed on to all of us who had the privilege of knowing her.
I’m deeply grateful for the love and attention she showed us. She made us feel at home. That kind of love leaves a mark.
Rest well, Mrs. Lynch. You were truly one of a kind. ("F-ing A Right, Mrs. Lynch" - If you know, you know) ❤️
Gene Martin
