Beverly Ann Stowers

Beverly Ann Stowers, 85, of Citrus Heights, California, passed away peacefully on September 11, 2026. She leaves behind a remarkable legacy of love, devotion, compassion, and family. Bev was born March 30, 1941, in Tulare, California, to Jack and Marie Mathis. Her stepfather, Tom Jones, would later become an important presence in her life.

Bev was a true companion and loving wife to her husband, Don Stowers, with whom she shared 49 beautiful years before his passing. Her four children—Renee Biagi, Michael Stowers, Scott Stowers, and Don Stowers—were among the greatest loves of her life and her proudest accomplishment. She was further blessed with many, many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren and five nephews. No matter how large her family grew, Bev never lost count of a single one. Each mattered to her, and she took enormous pride in them all. For Bev, her favorite place was never really a place at all—it was anywhere her family was. As a daughter, Bev worked tirelessly to make life as easy as possible for her parents when they reached the years when they needed her most. She was also a treasured sister to three siblings—Rita, Lisa, and Tommy. Her first sister and best friend, Rita, was born ten years after Bev, initially as a pain in her side but always a fierce love in her life. The feeling was entirely mutual. Bev meant the absolute world to her.

Bev's instinct to care for others extended well beyond her own family. Professionally, she devoted herself to caring for Alzheimer's patients. She excelled at difficult and deeply important work because of her extraordinary compassion. Bev had a remarkable ability to enter her patients' worlds rather than expecting them to enter hers, meeting them exactly where they were and helping them feel loved, understood, and safe. When she wasn't caring for others, Bev could very often be found with a book in her hands. She was an avid reader who read every moment she could—and quite often when she probably should have been doing something else. She was rarely without a favorite book nearby and was wonderfully generous about passing them along, leaving many of the people she loved with quite a collection over the years.

During the difficult health struggles she faced in her final years, Bev never lost her humor, her pride, or her determination. She often said she simply wanted to "feel normal." But Bev was anything but ordinary. She was extraordinary, and she was ours. And through it all, Bev could summon a favorite phrase that captured both her practicality and her acceptance of whatever life put in front of her: "It is what it is."

Bev wanted, when her time came, to pass peacefully. Fortunately, she was given that final wish. Her granddaughter Nikki was beside her at the end, and Bev left this life knowing she was not alone and surrounded by the love that had defined her life.

You could stop by anytime. You could call anytime. Bev was there, and she was genuinely happy simply to know that someone she loved was thinking of her. Her wisdom, her undying love, her quick humor, and the way she made herself a part of the lives of so many people will be deeply missed. And now, borrowing from George Jones and a song whose words seem especially fitting, those who loved Bev are left with one question: “Who's gonna fill her shoes?”

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