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Bobby Blanchard, aka Micky Sutton, age 55, of Peel, Arkansas, passed away Sunday, January 20, 2013, at Peel. He was born March29, 1957, in Chicago, Illinois, the son of Walter and Shirley Thomas and Elva Johnson, all of whom preceded him in death. Micky was a member of Peel Full Gospel Church.
Micky is survived by his wife of ten years, Bobbi Jo Sutton, of the home; his sons, Bobby Blanchard of Harrison and Ryan Bonner and Kevin Bonner, both of Peel; his daughters, Abby Goolsby of Harrison and Nicole Campbell of Pyatt, Arkansas; and six grandchildren.
Micky is also survived by his sister, Wanda Ramsey, of Tennessee; his brothers, Marshall Blanchard of Chicago, Billy Thomas of Hohenwald, Illinois, and Wally Thomas of Chicago; and a host of other family and friends.
Visitation was Friday, January 25, 2013, at Roller-Christeson Funeral Home.
Funeral service was Saturday, January 26, 2013, at Peel Full Gospel Church, with Bro. Curley Johnson officiating.
Interment was in Peel Cemetery.
Pallbearers were friends and family; Christopher Lee, Justin Sheline, James Goolsby, Billy Null and Jason Lowry.
Honorary pallbearers were Marshall Blanchard and Bobby Blanchard.
"For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven: a time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to uproot, a time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
You can shed tears that I am gone. Or you can smile because I lived. You can close your eyes and pray that I will come back Or you can open your eyes and see all that I left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see me Or you can be full of the love we shared You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember me and only that I am gone Or you can cherish my memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what I'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.