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Stacy A. Frushell

July 01, 1960 - November 10, 2022

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Obituary For Stacy A. Frushell

Age 62, died in Pittsburgh's Mercy Hospital on Thursday, November 10, 2022.

She was, and ever will be, the daughter of Richard Frushell and the late Noretta "Netta" Frushell. A U.S. Army veteran of four years, Stacy had spunk against pretentious politicians, entertainment phonies and those who are disrespectful of others, including of her. Stacy had a soft side, too. She was interested in hand art. She studied religious and nature paintings and sculpture. She loved animals, particularly deer and dogs as different as Roxie, a lap dog and Martin, not a lapdog. She was a serious student of dog breeds and their histories. Also she collected Barbie dolls, over 100 of which were recently given to Blessed Trinity Parish as Christmas presents for needy kids. She loved her newest grandniece, Charlotte Evans, not a surprise there.

Born in Pittsburgh, Stacy's later formative years were in the state of Indiana, where she earned a B.S. in Child Development and Family Life at Indiana State University, where her father was a professor. For a number of years, she worked in the Office of Employment Development for the city of Baltimore. Moving to Pittsburgh, she later worked for five years for the Turtle Creek Valley Community Services.

Stacy is mourned by her numerous nephews, nieces, cousins and two aunts, Sherry Frushell and Christina Frushell Rossi. Her beloved younger sister Gabriella (Bruce) Hackett, and her three devoted brothers, Marc (Martha), Matthew (Stephanie) and Daniel, all echo her father's sigh: "She is in her grave, and, oh, the difference to me."

Friends will be received at the John F. Slater Funeral Home, Inc., 412-881-4100, 4201 Brownsville Road, Brentwood 15227 on Monday, November 14, 2022 from 2-4 and 6-8 p.m. where a blessing service will be held on Tuesday morning at 11:30.

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  • 11/14/2022

    Meg Sterchi

    To Stacy's sibs, It's been many years, but I have many sweet memories of Stacy and the Frushells. Stacy always had a fun wit. She had to growing up with Marc and Dan. She knew how to deal with the boys. My heart is with you as you all mourn the loss of Stacy. Fondly, Meg Griffith Sterchi

  • 11/13/2022

    Terry LaGrange

    Frushell's, although I have not seen Stacy in years, I always enjoyed her company when hanging out in your Collet Park area house. I remember one time when Matt and I bought a 6 pack of beer and sat down in the front room to drink it while watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Yes, it was kind of crazy as college students. Stacy walks in, "rolls her eyes" and says "really". 😁😂

  • 11/12/2022

    Virginia Weber

    My deepest sympathy for the loss of of your daughter, sister and family member. My memories of the Frushell family go back many years to when we were related by marriage. Many picnics & get together were held at my aunt Clara's. My prayers for you at this difficult time. Virginia (Ginger) Chiccitt Weber

  • 11/11/2022

    gabriella hackett

    Stacy, my sister who I felt honored to care for for the last 24 days, even though you were hospitalized, I know in my heart that they were the most important days of my life. I say that because those days we spent the happiest and saddest hours TOGETHER. I didn't care if you were awake or not; I knew you needed me and I needed to be there. It was the month of US and I loved every minute we were together. I just wish that I had more. Ohhhhh now, how regretful I am of so much. No more US time. No more you whispering in your weak voice, "where's dad? I wanna go home. I'm scared." No more drives to Mercy to sit next to your bed & hold your hand, or to wash and brush your hair. What do I do without you?

  • 11/11/2022

    gabriella hackett

    Stace, I know you are sitting next to mum in heaven. Don't ever forget when we were in our bedroom & we used to throw the Raggedy Ann back & forth at the wall? We used to laugh so hard! Ahhh, those were the good 'ole days.