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Margaret Hopson Obituary
Remains rest at Mimms Funeral Home, 1827 Hull Street, where a funeral service will be held at 1 p.m. Saturday, May 31, 2008, the Rev. Linwood Carroll, officiating. Interment in Mt. Olivet Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Lupus Foundation of Virginia (Tri City Chapter), P.O Box 3054, Petersburg, VA 23805 or Amazing Grace World Fellowship Endowment Fund.
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Memories and Condolences
for Margaret Hopson
Carol,Santina & Jazmine Harris, Jaelyn Harris-Caple,
June 1, 2008
To: Marion and Vanessa
MOTHERS NEVER REALLY DIE,
THEY JUST KEEP HOUSE UP IN
THE SKY
Death beckoned her with out stretched hands,
And whispered softly of an unknown land.
For she was not afraid to go,
For though the path she did not know.
She took death's hand without a fear,
For he who had bought her here,
Had told her he would lead the way,
Into eternity's bright day.
And so, she did not go alone
Into the valley that's unknown,
He journeyed her to the promised land.
And there with steps so light and gay,
She polishes the sun by day,
And lights the stars that shine at night,
And keeps the moonbeams silvery bright.
For mothers never really die,
They just keep house up in the sky,
And in their heavenly home above,
They wait to welcome those they love.
With deepest sympathy,
Frances Houston
May 30, 2008
Dear Marian and Vanessa,
I was saddened to learn of the passing of your mother/grandmother. Surely this is a very special loss for you. May you find comfort and strength in God's loving care.
Joyce & Vannessa
May 30, 2008
Dear Marion & Vanessa
Our prayers and our deepest sympathy are with you at this time and always.
As you already know you can find peace in Jesus, no matter what you are going through.
Thank GOD for memories and all of the times you have shared.
BERTHA WEST
May 30, 2008
The family of Cousin Bertha E. West extend their deepest sympathy in the passing of your mother, grandmother, and our beloved one. Sorry we can't be with you during this time of grief. Lovingly, Bertha,and daughters Wilhelmina Nicholson, and Linda Jones
MARGARET VARINA
May 30, 2008
Death is something that we are never prepared for. No matter how the death may come for our love ones. The pain never goes away but, with each new day you learn to deal with it. But, when the tears come let them and enjoy the memories that you have. Remember that earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal. Our prayers are with you during your time of bereavement. When days seem to get you down,
and tears you cannot hide.
Just reach out to Jesus...
Solace, He will provide.
When frowns are outnumbered,
by smiles you'd rather see.
Reach out to Jesus...
for He, will bring you glee.
You feel you have hit bottom;
No answers come your way.
Reach out to Jesus...
He'll hear you as you pray.
When you're sad and feel forlorn,
and no one is by your side.
Reach out to Jesus...
With Him, you can confide.
Rest assured that He would be,
the answer you’ve been seeking.
Just reach out to Jesus...
and listen as He is speaking.
Upon the Cross of Jesus,
my eyes at times can see,
the dying form of the One,
who suffered there for me.
He walked the path of Calvary,
a crown of thorns upon His head.
Nails driven in His hands and feet,
Oh, how He suffered and bled.
To save us from our sins,
He died for you and me.
Upon a wooden cross,
made from a Dogwood tree.
On the third day He arose
and went to Heaven above,
with the promise He’ll return,
and show us God is love.
MEAGAN RICHARDS
May 30, 2008
When we lose someone we love
The loss seems too great to bear
God sends us friends to comfort us
To show that He deeply cares
But in the dark hours of the night
When there’s nobody else around
When we feel the saddest and loneliest
It’s there God’s love can be found
It’s like a soothing, healing balm
To soothe our broken hearts
The healing oil poured over us
That flows into every part
We can rest secure in God’s love
And know He’s by our side
He holds us when we feel as though
A part of us has died
We can know that God will listen
When we just want to talk
And when we feel we need to cry
We can share it with the Lord
For He is always waiting there
Ready with arms open wide
As we pour out the hurt within
He pours His love inside
Our Father above loves us so much
And will never leave us alone
He will not forsake us in our need
To face this on our own
He comforts us and strengthens us
And rubs us with His balm
And as the dawn breaks through the nigh
We’ll awake in His loving arms.
DELVA SCOTT
May 30, 2008
Life is but a stopping place
A pause in what's to be
A resting place along the road
To sweet eternity
We all have different journeys
Different paths along the way
We all were meant to learn something’s
But never meant to stay
Our destination is a place
Far greater than we know
For some the journey's quicker
For some the journey's slow
And when the journey finally ends
We’ll claim a great reward
And find an everlasting peace
Together with the Lord.
PEARL - RAYMOND TAYLOR
May 30, 2008
My Angel, My Mom
That night I sat with you upon your bed of white
Sadly waiting, as I knew you were going towards the light,
I touched your cheek and held your hand and said,
"I love you, Mom, but I have to let you go,
Because your work on earth is done."
My heart was pounding wildly and I wanted you to stay,
But I knew you'd be with Jesus before the dawn of day.
Your breathing became softer, until it came no more,
And you looked more beautiful than you ever had before.
You were free from pain and suffering,
For your soul was now set free
And though I would miss you deeply, I knew it had to be.
You had lived a long life, been a daughter, wife, and mother
Now your role was changing, more important than any other.
You were to be an angel, the daughter of a King
To live in Heaven above, looking down and watching over things.
So even though I miss you and at times feel my heart will break
I wouldn't wish you back with all your body had to take.
You are where you need to be, an angel in the sky
And I will see you once again in the sweet by and by.
Until that time I have the memories of you I will hold dear.
I love you, Mom, I always will. You always will be here.
PENNY AND LISA
May 30, 2008
In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
Be Still
Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.
Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.
If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.
Warm Summer Sun
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation
Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Poetry Foundation
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
A Reminiscence
YES, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee.
May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
By Anne Bronte
The Poetry Foundation
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Poetry Foundation
When I am dead, my dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
By Christina Rossetti
The Poetry Foundation
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)
©Copyright 1998-2008
WANDA BAILEY
May 30, 2008
Whatever your cross,
Whatever your pain,
There will always be sunshine
After the rain...
Perhaps you may stumble,
Perhaps even fall,
But God's always ready
To answer your call...
He knows every heartache,
Sees every tear,
A word from His lips,
Can calm every fear...
Your sorrows may linger,
Throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish by
Dawn's early light...
The Savior is waiting
Somewhere above,
To give you His grace,
And send you His love...
Whatever your cross,
Whatever your pain,
"God always sends rainbows...
After the rain..."
Author Unknown
From the Staff of Mimms Funeral Home
May 30, 2008
Offering our deepest condolences during this difficult time.
Edna Hopson Scott
May 29, 2008
Cousins Marion & Vanessa, We love you and remember we are a telephone call away.
Love, Edna & Mike
vickie sanders
May 29, 2008
Mrs. White &Vanessa,
Please know that I am praying your strenght during this difficult time.
Agape,
Vickie Sanders
Stephanie Tompkins
May 28, 2008
You will be greatly missed.
Love,
Rick, Di & Steff
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