Linda Marie Foster
In Loving Memory of and with heavy hearts, we announce the passing of Linda Marie Foster, loving mother, and grandmother, devoted partner, treasured family member, and neighborhood angel. Linda passed away, surrounded by the love of her life, Jeffrey Glidden, and her son, Brent Armstrong. Linda was born in Phoenix, AZ on August 2, 1945 to Hohen and Marie Foster. She grew up alongside her 3 siblings Barbara Ann Wilcoxson, Pat Sloan, and Donald Foster. While in Phoenix, Linda devoted her life to the wellbeing of her two children, Robert Armstrong and Brent Armstrong. In 1996, she met her soulmate, Jeffrey Glidden, and they later made Richmond, Virginia their home, where she was the heart of her neighborhood. Linda’s kindheartedness, touched people in big ways and small, caring for family, friends and neighbors with grace, humor, and tenacity.
Linda is survived by her partner Jeffrey Glidden, his children Katrina (Gary) and family, Kerri and family, Karin (Paul) and family, step son, Aaron and family; her sons, Robert (Jennifer) and Brent (Justine); her sister, Patricia Sloan; her cousin, Golda Foster, her niece, Barbara Marie Hanson (Rick), her many grandchildren, all of her nephews, nieces and cousins, as well as her extended family; and her cherished neighborhood family: Shirley, Emily, Larry, Sharon, Blake and Jean, and Tory and Mitzi.
In keeping with her wishes, no formal ceremonies will be held. In lieu of flowers or gifts, please share what Linda meant to you, how she impacted your life, or simply a nice memory of her below.
She touched the lives of many and will be deeply missed.
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It was always a pleasure to be around Linda. I remember her contagious laughter, good humor and easy going nature. I’m honored to have known her and will certainly miss her.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Linda was more than just an aunt to me. She was a steady, loving presence from the very beginning—she was only ten years old when I was born, and family stories and black-and-white photographs from the late 1950s tell how often she cared for me as a baby. Though I do not remember those early years, I know they set the stage for the lifelong bond we shared.
As the years passed and we both became adults, our relationship deepened into something truly special. Being only a decade older, she was not just my aunt, but also a sister and my very best friend. We spoke for at least an hour nearly every day, sometimes about everything and sometimes about nothing at all. The topics did not matter, what mattered was the connection. Linda knew me better than almost anyone else, and I knew her just as well.
Linda was also the connection for the Foster family as a whole. Though we were scattered across the country, with some branches of the family naturally closer than others, Linda made sure we all remained tied together. She bridged the distance with phone calls, stories, and gentle persistence; well maybe not so gentle as she was, after all, a Foster girl. I believe that she truly connected us in ways that we are still discovering.
What stood out most about Linda was her gift for love; she gave it sincerely, generously, and without hesitation. She had a way of becoming a part of everyone’s life she cared about, and once you were loved by her, you felt it deeply and forever.
Linda was a gentle, kind, attentive soul. She was my aunt, and my earliest memory is of her smile. She tended well to her family, always seeking to remain connected and offer care. My mom is her older sister, and Linda checked in with me weekly, and seemed to have a sixth sense about how my mom was doing. She was the first one to text or call if the weather report said, “serious storms”, always asked about each of my children by name and prayed for them daily. Her tenderness is what I will remember most, it was a place to rest and feel loved.
Linda was pure sunshine. I will miss our long phone calls and her warm hugs. Linda, I love you so much.
The world has lost a beautiful person 💔