Joe Buff Jr.

Joe Buff Obituary

Joe Bynum Buff Jr., 81, of Messer Road, Valdese, died Saturday, Dec. 30, 2006, at Frye Regional Medical Center in Hickory, following a period of declining health. He was born July 5, 1925, in Burke County, and was a son of the late Joe Bynum Buff Sr. and Elizabeth Stamey Buff. Joe was a member of United Baptist Church where he taught Sunday school. He served in the U.S. Navy during World War II. Joe enjoyed hunting rocks and antique bottles, woodcarving and painting. He was a loving husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. Joe is survived by his wife, Marie West Buff of the home; sons, Terry Ray Buff of Morganton and Randy Buff and his wife, Shelia, of Hudson; a daughter, Dianne Garner and her husband, Bill, of Nebo; a sister, Nellie Pruett; eight grandchildren; eight great-grandchildren; and several nieces and nephews. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by three brothers and one sister. Funeral services will be held at 2 p.m. Monday at United Baptist Church with the Revs. Avery Owenby and Billy Cline officiating. Burial will follow in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. today at Sossoman Funeral Home where the body will remain until placed in the church 30 minutes before the funeral hour. At other times, the family will be at the residence at 2474 Messer Road, Valdese. Memorial contributions may be made to the United Baptist Church Building Fund, 2638 Messer Road, Valdese, NC 28690. Online condolences may be made at www.sossomanfuneralservice.com.

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Published by The News Herald on Dec. 31, 2006.

Memories and Condolences
for Joe Buff

3 Entries

Sheriff John T. McDevitt

January 2, 2007

Please accept my deepest sympathies.

Linda Buff

December 31, 2006

I'd like to express my sincere condolences to the Buff family upon the death of J B Buff. He earned respect from all who met him with his "gentle strength" that only comes from God. I am sorry that myself and Michael can not be there to offer our condolences in person and to say good bye to JB.

SHELIA BUFF

December 31, 2006

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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