Mary Louise Markham

Mary Markham Obituary

Mary Louise Markham, 75, of Troutville, died on Tuesday, August 12, 2008. She was predeceased by her parents, Homer and Louise Thivierge; a son, a son-in-law; and first husband. Surviving are her daughters, R. Mary Mills and husband, Mike, of Roanoke, Catherine Deal and close friend, Raymond Dunbar, of Daleville, and Teresa Petras and husband, Ron, of Black River, N.Y.; sons, Philip Law, of Troutville, and Thomas Bresett and wife, Rachel, of Montvale; eight grandchildren, Michelle Martone, Thomas Lancaster, Ashley Lee, Sarah Law, Jennifer Law, Kelley Rogers, Courtney Bresett and Katelyn Bresett; four great-grandchildren, Katie Rogers, Kristina Medlin, Michael Rogers and Brittany Rogers; stepgrandsons, Tyler Petras and Matthew Mills; step great-grandchild, Dylan Mills; three brothers, Homer Thivierge, of South Carolina, Gary Thivierge and wife, Colleen, of Tennessee, and Leon Thivierge and wife, Mary Ann, of New York; and sister, Elaine Whalen and husband, Jim, of New York. A Memorial Mass will be held at the Church of the Transfiguration Catholic Church, 7624 Roanoke Road, Fincastle, 10 a.m. on Saturday, August 16, 2008, with Father Arlon Vergara officiating. Interment is private. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the Troutville Rescue Squad, P.O. Box 11, Troutville, Va. 24175. Arrangements by Oakey's East Chapel, 540-977-3909.

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Published by Roanoke Times from Aug. 14 to Aug. 15, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for Mary Markham

4 Entries

Shirley and Norm Pixley

August 31, 2008

Our condolences to the family. I will miss Mary being at the family gatherings. She enjoyed herself so very much at Christmas last year. Her face just glowed.

Kay Jackson (Botetourt County Senior Transportation)

August 14, 2008

My deepest regrets and sympathy to Mary's family and friends. She was a rare and special person and will be missed by myself and all that rode on the van.

shirley slone martha leedy

August 14, 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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