Colleen Stevens Obituary

Colleen E. Stevens NORFOLK - Colleen E. Stevens, 70, passed away Aug. 26, 2008. She was born May 7, 1938, to the late Louise S. Davis and Albert Davis Sr. She was preceded in death by her loving husband, Russell T. Stevens Sr.; brothers, Albert Davis Jr., James Davis, George Davis and Thomas Davis; and sisters, Mary Lewis and Catherine Drew. She loved to sew, sing and read her bible. She is survived by her sister, Sarah Davis of Norfolk; sons, Russell T. Stevens Jr. (Holly) and Paul Stevens of Norfolk, Russell "Wayne" Stevens, Jonathan Stevens and Eric Stevens (Talethia) of Jonesboro, Ga.; daughters, Colleen Speaight (Arthur), Tammer Williams (Willie), Rosamae Rowe and Jeannetta Stevens of Norfolk, Minister Cynthia Stevens of Kinston, N.C.; nieces, Joyce McDonald and Wilamena Evans; as well as 21 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. She was a loving sister, mother, grandmother and friend. Services will be held Saturday at noon in Riddick Funeral Service Chapel, 1225 Norview Ave., Norfolk, VA 23513. Viewing will be Friday from 2 to 8 p.m. in Riddick Funeral Service. Burial will be in Forest Lawn Cemetery.

Published by The Virginian-Pilot on Aug. 28, 2008.

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Renetria Badger

September 14, 2008

Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

By John Donne
The Poetry Foundation

PORTIA RICKS AND FAMILY

August 30, 2008

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, ""I welcome you.""

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......""My day was not in vain.""
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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