Shawn Kathryn O’Shea Creed 40, of Tampa, Florida born in Memphis, Tenn. went home to our Heavenly Father, March 29, 2018. Shawn is, survived by her two beautiful and cherished daughters, Rachel Hunter Creed 13, and Taylor Lynn Creed 11, her Mother Marilyn O’Shea, her sister Kelly O’Shea Edwards, her brother-in-law James L. Edwards, niece Charlotte Patricia Edwards, nephew, James Daniel Edwards and a beloved and cherished extended family and friends.

Funeral Mass will be held at Nativity Catholic Church in Brandon, Florida, Saturday, April 28, at 11:00 AM. Officiating Father Tapp.

The family request, that in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to gofundme.com/shawnoshea in the memory of Shawn O’Shea Creed to benefit her daughters, Rachel and Taylor future education costs.

Shawn Kathryn Creed was born on April 15, 1977. Yes, our tax baby. It was the happiest day of mine and Danny’s life. From the moment she was born, Shawn lit up a room with beauty, love, joy and laughter. As a child, she was a parent’s delight. However, they wrote the book, “Strong Willed Child” for Shawn . She was strong willed in every way. She loved her family and friends passionately. Shawn was truly beautiful inside and out. She was convinced that Danny and I had her little sister Kelly just for her and protected her fiercely. Her philosophy  was “ I can mess with her, but you BETTER NOT!” She loved and protected everyone she loved liked that. Shawn was kind, generous, loving, resourceful and protective. She was a very talented dancer and loved music. The happiest days of her life were the days her beautiful daughters were born, Rachel 13, and Taylor 11. She loved her children like no other and will continue to love and protect them  throughout eternity. Danny and I knew he spit Shawn out and I spit Kelly out. As my dear, dear late friend Joan said, “Danny is Pete and Shawn is repeat.” I would like all of our family and all of Shawn’s numerous friends to know you should gain some comfort in knowing that Shawn is home with our Loving and all merciful God, and in the beloved arms of her Daddy, Danny O’Shea.

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.