Melba Fleeman Obituary

Family-Placed Death Notice

Melba Hencely Fleeman, 74, of Atlanta died peacefully February 20, 2004 surrounded by family and friends. She was preceded in death by her husband of 34 years Arnold Fleeman. Mrs. Fleeman was a world class homemaker. In 1974 she launched a long and successful career in Mortgage Banking and Real Estate as an Executive Assistant. In 1985 she proudly represented Georgia in the Pillsbury Chicken Cooking Recipe Contest at The Biltmore Estate. She also was invited to prepare and present her Rose Mary Chicken Supreme to Lieutenant Governor Zell Miller in his office at the State Capitol. In 1992 she retired and has since enjoyed memorable times with her family and friends. Surviving are her children, Jerome N. and his wife Lynette Fleeman of Atlanta, Barbara A. Fleeman of Beverly Hills, CA, Gary D. Fleeman of Lilburn; 3 grandchildren; 1 great-granddaughter; brothers, Robert and his wife Happy Hencely of Clarksville, David Hencely of Forsyth; sister, Grace and her husband Alec Hardage of Forsyth; many nieces, nephews, and close friends. Funeral services will be held Sunday, February 22nd at twelve-thirty o'clock at Oglethorpe Hill with Rabbi Scott Saulson officiating. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the American Diabetes Association, 3 Corporate Square, Suite 120, Atlanta, GA 30329. The family will receive friends Sunday from eleven-thirty until the hour of service at H. M. Patterson & Son Oglethorpe Hill, 4550 Peachtree Road, NE, Atlanta, GA 30319, (404) 261-3510.

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Published by Atlanta Journal-Constitution on Feb. 21, 2004.

Memories and Condolences
for Melba Fleeman

4 Entries

Clare Cooper Habif

February 24, 2004

I worked with Melba at Texas Instruments in late 70's/early 80's. She sat next to me. She was the classiest and finest woman I have ever known. She was pure class. She taught me about cooking and gave me many recipes. I know her family will miss her very much. Clare Habif

MIKE GRIFFIN

February 23, 2004

One of the greatest joys of my

life has been the privelege of

knowing Melba. She was always

someone that I could always count

on as a dear friend. She and I

shared something in common, our

love for music. It gave me great

joy to share music with her.

Melba although you are gone you

will not be forgotten.

Jennifer Fleeman

February 22, 2004

A Poem to my Grandma:

God looked around his garden, and found an empty place, he then looked down onto the Earth and saw your tired face. He knew you were suffering, He knew you were in pain, He knew you would never get better on Earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb, so he closed your tired eyelids and said, "There's a peace to find".

Up you flew where the angels sing, far above imagining.

I saw Grandpa through the clouds with a smile on his face. He knew you were coming, a long-awaited embrace. His hand reaching out to show you the way, and promising peace, everything would be okay. Did you see Grandpa through the light? Did you grab his hand with all your might?

I still recall the memories of the times we spent together. Making applesauce and painting nails, as if we had forever. There's a spot in my heart where you always are so we'll never be apart.

In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still. In my heart you hold a place no one can ever fill.

It broke my heart to lose you, but you didn't go alone. A part of me went with you, the day God called you home.

Heavenly Father, hear my prayer. Guide my Grandma with tender care. Heavenly Father, don't leave her alone. Love her in Heaven as I do at home.

THE ONES WHO LOVE CAN TRULY TELL THE HEARTACHE OF PARTING WITHOUT FAREWELL.

"Be Sweet" Grandma, you know I will.

I love you,

Jennifer

Diane Hencely Shank

February 21, 2004

Dear Barbara, Gerry & Gary,

Your mom held a very special place in my heart. She was an elegant lady.

I will always be grateful for her willingness to let me live with her and Uncle Arnold while I found my way in Atlanta.

Each time I get a manicure, I think of the way she always kept her nails looking beautiful. I also remember that she like butterflies.

Yesterday, after Dad called, I walked outside and I saw a butterfly on a flower in our garden. I said a prayer for you and I told Aunt Melba that I loved her and would miss her.

I regret that I am not able to be with you during this time. But please know that I care and that you are in my prayers.

Diane