My Grandma

You have sorrow now, but I will see you again and then you will rejoice; and no one can rob you of that joy. John 16:22

It wasn't until I blew the image up that it looked like a cross on her shirt.

Our Grandma is in Heaven now.

Born - 3/24/34 R.I.P. 8/15/2005

(This is the eulogy my mom give at her service we had for her)

For My Mother ~
On a cold blizzard night in a Kentucky butcher-holler, a doctor trekked through the snow on March 24, 1934 and brought Mary Donia Harper into this world. She was the 3rd of 9 children to Earnest James Harper and Etta Marie Shoemaker.

For 71 years, Mother gave the gift of unconditional love to her children, grandchildren and the many who knew her.

On this past Easter, she suffered a devastating stroke that brought this strong woman many months of struggle. For every good day of progress and reaffirming hope, there were twice as many setbacks. Through it all, Mom knew she was not alone and that many were praying for her recovery.

Unable to speak, she patiently mouthed her conversations. She asked about her animals, about her grandchildren and the desire to get well and “go home”.

On Monday, August 15th, Mom went “Home”.

A navy wife for 32 years, Mary and Wilbur Clifford Beasley (who preceded her in death) brought 5 children into this world.
Four daughters and a son.

The simplicity of her faith sustained her. She knew that her 2 year old daughter, her 30 year old son, her parents and sisters are in Heaven. Mom knew she would see them again.

Her beliefs and love for the Lord shined through every move she made. Teaching us to laugh, love and cherish the littlest of things in life. Above all things, we find comfort in knowing that Mom sees the face of God and is in the presence of our Lord.

There was not a person in need that Mom would not give her last dime... clothes to wear... or food to eat.

She never turned away a stray animal. Mother was happiest in giving them a home and spoiling them rotten. When a new stray would wander in... it was like Christmas to her. She joked often, “If there are jobs assigned in Heaven..... put me with Noah.”

Her kind and generous nature is known to many. She viewed the world as generally good and brought out the best in everyone. She loved to see you smile.

Mom believed in God’s goodness,
In the generosity of an unsolicited spirit and heart.
In the kindness of gentle people.
To those who knew her.....
Mom saw all these things in you.

I love you Momma, always have, always will.

Your daughter, Cheryl

Grandma & Grandpy Beasley

Aunt Sandy, Grandma, Aunt Brenda

Mom, Ron, Grandma and Me

Grandma and my cat, Lucky (she thought that was the neatest thing for the cat to jump up).

Mary Hall

HALL God sent his angel to bring Mary Hall home to him ending her suffering on August 15, 2005. Mary Hall, 71, wife of Howard Hall, was born on March 24, 1934, in Kentucky. She resided in Clay County for the past 35 years, and was a retiree of the civil service defense depot of Jacksonville, FL. She is survived by her husband Howard D. Hall, Middleburg, FL, daughters Cheryl Wilson of Memphis TN, Brenda Church and Sandra Dominick, both of Orange Park, FL, eight grandchildren, Laura, Ryan. Erik, Arron, Jennifer, Shannon, Jonathan all of Orange Park, FL and Gina in Memphis, TN. Four sisters, Betty Whitehead of Kinsey, Al, Judy (Bill) Puckett of Stanton KY, Bonnie Hutchins of Corydon, IN, Doris Smith of Nabb, IN. Two brothers, Roy (Sue) Harper of Clay City, KY and Claud Harper of IN. Along with a host of nieces, nephews and wonderful friends. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to Mary's favorite charity, Cystic Fibrosis Foundation of Jacksonville. Arrangements are under the careof Broadus-Raines & Pons Family Funeral Home, 501 Spring St., Green Cove Springs, FL (904) 284-4000. Please Sign the Guestbook @ Jacksonville.com

Erik, Me, Mom and Grandma

in back : Me, Mom, Aunt Sandy in middle: Ryan, Grandma, and Erik in front: Laura

taken at family reunion in 2003

These pictures are the life and memories of my beloved Grandma. There is not a day goes by that I don't think of her and wish I could talk to her one last time.