Always a silent hurt,
many a silent tear,
but always a beautiful memory
of one we loved so dear.
God gave us strength to bear it,
and courage to take the blow,
but what it meant to lose you
no one will ever know.
Delores Ann Hughart, 72, went home to be with the Lord after a long illiness. She was a homemaker and a member of the Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle Church.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Glenn J. Hughart, son, Dennis Ray Hughart, Adoptive Mother, Lyda Belle Clark Rose, and Adoptive Father, George "Doc" Rose, Mother, Lola Grace Garrett May, Father, Howard C. Willard, Grandma and Grandpa, Mary Holley and Samuel Willard, Brother, William Milbee, Half-sister, Charlotte Irene Garrett Cafcules, Grandfather, John Watts Garrett and Grandmother, Lenor Garrett. stepsister and first cousin, Thelma Mullenax, and grandchildren, Travis Wayne Burdette and Tammy Renee Dolder, all of Charleston.
She is survived by son, William Glenn (Bill) Hughart and wife Connie of Kenna, daughters, Linda Kay Singleton and husband Robert, of Mishawaka In., daughter, Jeanne (Dora) Burdette and husband Steve of Charleston.
Funeral services was at 11a.m. Tuesday, April 11, 2006 at Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle, Roy Moles officiated. Burial was made in Floral Hills Garden of Memories, Pocatalico. Cunningham Funeral Home served the Hughart family.
Mom died at the Sunbridge Care
and Rehabilition Care Center at
Dunbar. She had went in to get
Theraphy, and after almost 2 weeks
she asperated.
Her favorite Psalm was Psalm:91.
Mama
A million times I've needed you,
A million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
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 did not go alone.
A part of me went with you,
The day God called you home.
Your precious memory is my keepsake,
With which I'll never part.
God has you in His keeping,
But I have you forever in my heart.
If Roses Grow in Heaven. Lord
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her and
when she turns to smile place
a kiss upon her cheek and hold
her for awhile because remembering
her is easy. I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my
heart that will never go away.
Should You Go First
A Pink Rose For You
A pink rose I give to you
To show you that I care
And happy birthday wishes too
This rose does lovingly bare.
A pink rose i give to you
To match your blushing cheeks
If a Mother deserves a rose, you do
And you have for weeks and weeks.
It's a special time for you I know
And I'd like to share it with you
So this poem and rose will help me show
That I love you mom, you know I do.
So you're one year sweeter on this day
And a beautiful mom you are
So until next year, if I fail to say
As a Mother, you're up to par.
.....................................
Dora Hughart Burdette (Jeanne)
I wrote this poem for mom back in the
80's and gave it to her with a rose
on her birthday.
"Christmas Past"
While putting the tree up last night, I thought a lot about mom. The things she learned from the time she got pregnant and married at the age of 13. She was only a child, but learned to do all she did. She would pass the little tid-bits on to me, like oiling the tops of biscuits when they come out of the oven, to shaping the limbs on the christmas tree, there are many more. These little things keep mom with me. She always loved a christmas tree. She would always set a big pretty bowl of fruit under the tree with our presents, and make fruit cocktail and cut up apples and bananas in it. We usually had a chocolate cake with banana's smashed up in the batter, she made a lot of small layers, all iced, yummy. Mom would have us kids go get the tree trimings out of the outside building. She would set in her wooden rocking chair, there in the living room. we would set the boxes all around her and she would get the, what I thought was beautiful christmas decorations out, one by one. I think she really enjoyed the whole christmas scene too. We would help hang the ornaments. She would make cocoa and popcorn balls. It would usually be cold, windy and sometimes snowed. Ice would freeze on the windows about 3 inches on the inside. (being old and drafty windows) and I loved to take a case knife and pic and scrape that ice off.
She usually would put the tree in the cornner of the living room where you go in the kitchen. Usually it would be a real tree. Bill and Dennis would go cut one and bring it back. For years, she had a big tree ornament. I had never seen anything like that. It looked kinda like victorian. She would wrap that in tissue paper at the end of every christmas and place it ever so carefully in the box of decoratons. It got broken a few years before she died. How I would love to have that to adorn my tree.
As we got older and married, we would all gather in for christmas dinner, and exchange presents, with our children by our sides (until there got to be problems between family) and I had to bring a huge bowl of potato salad every year. That was all well, but my memories are mostly of when we was little. Daddy ran around a lot, and wasn't there to share our holiday, but mom made it so special that we did not even miss him.
many a silent tear,
but always a beautiful memory
of one we loved so dear.
God gave us strength to bear it,
and courage to take the blow,
but what it meant to lose you
no one will ever know.
Delores Ann Hughart, 72, went home to be with the Lord after a long illiness. She was a homemaker and a member of the Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle Church.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Glenn J. Hughart, son, Dennis Ray Hughart, Adoptive Mother, Lyda Belle Clark Rose, and Adoptive Father, George "Doc" Rose, Mother, Lola Grace Garrett May, Father, Howard C. Willard, Grandma and Grandpa, Mary Holley and Samuel Willard, Brother, William Milbee, Half-sister, Charlotte Irene Garrett Cafcules, Grandfather, John Watts Garrett and Grandmother, Lenor Garrett. stepsister and first cousin, Thelma Mullenax, and grandchildren, Travis Wayne Burdette and Tammy Renee Dolder, all of Charleston.
She is survived by son, William Glenn (Bill) Hughart and wife Connie of Kenna, daughters, Linda Kay Singleton and husband Robert, of Mishawaka In., daughter, Jeanne (Dora) Burdette and husband Steve of Charleston.
Funeral services was at 11a.m. Tuesday, April 11, 2006 at Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle, Roy Moles officiated. Burial was made in Floral Hills Garden of Memories, Pocatalico. Cunningham Funeral Home served the Hughart family.
Mom died at the Sunbridge Care
and Rehabilition Care Center at
Dunbar. She had went in to get
Theraphy, and after almost 2 weeks
she asperated.
Her favorite Psalm was Psalm:91.
Mama
A million times I've needed you,
A million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
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 did not go alone.
A part of me went with you,
The day God called you home.
Your precious memory is my keepsake,
With which I'll never part.
God has you in His keeping,
But I have you forever in my heart.
If Roses Grow in Heaven. Lord
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her and
when she turns to smile place
a kiss upon her cheek and hold
her for awhile because remembering
her is easy. I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my
heart that will never go away.
Should You Go First
A Pink Rose For You
A pink rose I give to you
To show you that I care
And happy birthday wishes too
This rose does lovingly bare.
A pink rose i give to you
To match your blushing cheeks
If a Mother deserves a rose, you do
And you have for weeks and weeks.
It's a special time for you I know
And I'd like to share it with you
So this poem and rose will help me show
That I love you mom, you know I do.
So you're one year sweeter on this day
And a beautiful mom you are
So until next year, if I fail to say
As a Mother, you're up to par.
.....................................
Dora Hughart Burdette (Jeanne)
I wrote this poem for mom back in the
80's and gave it to her with a rose
on her birthday.
"Christmas Past"
While putting the tree up last night, I thought a lot about mom. The things she learned from the time she got pregnant and married at the age of 13. She was only a child, but learned to do all she did. She would pass the little tid-bits on to me, like oiling the tops of biscuits when they come out of the oven, to shaping the limbs on the christmas tree, there are many more. These little things keep mom with me. She always loved a christmas tree. She would always set a big pretty bowl of fruit under the tree with our presents, and make fruit cocktail and cut up apples and bananas in it. We usually had a chocolate cake with banana's smashed up in the batter, she made a lot of small layers, all iced, yummy. Mom would have us kids go get the tree trimings out of the outside building. She would set in her wooden rocking chair, there in the living room. we would set the boxes all around her and she would get the, what I thought was beautiful christmas decorations out, one by one. I think she really enjoyed the whole christmas scene too. We would help hang the ornaments. She would make cocoa and popcorn balls. It would usually be cold, windy and sometimes snowed. Ice would freeze on the windows about 3 inches on the inside. (being old and drafty windows) and I loved to take a case knife and pic and scrape that ice off.
She usually would put the tree in the cornner of the living room where you go in the kitchen. Usually it would be a real tree. Bill and Dennis would go cut one and bring it back. For years, she had a big tree ornament. I had never seen anything like that. It looked kinda like victorian. She would wrap that in tissue paper at the end of every christmas and place it ever so carefully in the box of decoratons. It got broken a few years before she died. How I would love to have that to adorn my tree.
As we got older and married, we would all gather in for christmas dinner, and exchange presents, with our children by our sides (until there got to be problems between family) and I had to bring a huge bowl of potato salad every year. That was all well, but my memories are mostly of when we was little. Daddy ran around a lot, and wasn't there to share our holiday, but mom made it so special that we did not even miss him.
Always a silent hurt,
many a silent tear,
but always a beautiful memory
of one we loved so dear.
God gave us strength to bear it,
and courage to take the blow,
but what it meant to lose you
no one will ever know.
Delores Ann Hughart, 72, went home to be with the Lord after a long illiness. She was a homemaker and a member of the Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle Church.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Glenn J. Hughart, son, Dennis Ray Hughart, Adoptive Mother, Lyda Belle Clark Rose, and Adoptive Father, George "Doc" Rose, Mother, Lola Grace Garrett May, Father, Howard C. Willard, Grandma and Grandpa, Mary Holley and Samuel Willard, Brother, William Milbee, Half-sister, Charlotte Irene Garrett Cafcules, Grandfather, John Watts Garrett and Grandmother, Lenor Garrett. stepsister and first cousin, Thelma Mullenax, and grandchildren, Travis Wayne Burdette and Tammy Renee Dolder, all of Charleston.
She is survived by son, William Glenn (Bill) Hughart and wife Connie of Kenna, daughters, Linda Kay Singleton and husband Robert, of Mishawaka In., daughter, Jeanne (Dora) Burdette and husband Steve of Charleston.
Funeral services was at 11a.m. Tuesday, April 11, 2006 at Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle, Roy Moles officiated. Burial was made in Floral Hills Garden of Memories, Pocatalico. Cunningham Funeral Home served the Hughart family.
Mom died at the Sunbridge Care
and Rehabilition Care Center at
Dunbar. She had went in to get
Theraphy, and after almost 2 weeks
she asperated.
Her favorite Psalm was Psalm:91.
Mama
A million times I've needed you,
A million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
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 did not go alone.
A part of me went with you,
The day God called you home.
Your precious memory is my keepsake,
With which I'll never part.
God has you in His keeping,
But I have you forever in my heart.
If Roses Grow in Heaven. Lord
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her and
when she turns to smile place
a kiss upon her cheek and hold
her for awhile because remembering
her is easy. I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my
heart that will never go away.
Should You Go First
A Pink Rose For You
A pink rose I give to you
To show you that I care
And happy birthday wishes too
This rose does lovingly bare.
A pink rose i give to you
To match your blushing cheeks
If a Mother deserves a rose, you do
And you have for weeks and weeks.
It's a special time for you I know
And I'd like to share it with you
So this poem and rose will help me show
That I love you mom, you know I do.
So you're one year sweeter on this day
And a beautiful mom you are
So until next year, if I fail to say
As a Mother, you're up to par.
.....................................
Dora Hughart Burdette (Jeanne)
I wrote this poem for mom back in the
80's and gave it to her with a rose
on her birthday.
"Christmas Past"
While putting the tree up last night, I thought a lot about mom. The things she learned from the time she got pregnant and married at the age of 13. She was only a child, but learned to do all she did. She would pass the little tid-bits on to me, like oiling the tops of biscuits when they come out of the oven, to shaping the limbs on the christmas tree, there are many more. These little things keep mom with me. She always loved a christmas tree. She would always set a big pretty bowl of fruit under the tree with our presents, and make fruit cocktail and cut up apples and bananas in it. We usually had a chocolate cake with banana's smashed up in the batter, she made a lot of small layers, all iced, yummy. Mom would have us kids go get the tree trimings out of the outside building. She would set in her wooden rocking chair, there in the living room. we would set the boxes all around her and she would get the, what I thought was beautiful christmas decorations out, one by one. I think she really enjoyed the whole christmas scene too. We would help hang the ornaments. She would make cocoa and popcorn balls. It would usually be cold, windy and sometimes snowed. Ice would freeze on the windows about 3 inches on the inside. (being old and drafty windows) and I loved to take a case knife and pic and scrape that ice off.
She usually would put the tree in the cornner of the living room where you go in the kitchen. Usually it would be a real tree. Bill and Dennis would go cut one and bring it back. For years, she had a big tree ornament. I had never seen anything like that. It looked kinda like victorian. She would wrap that in tissue paper at the end of every christmas and place it ever so carefully in the box of decoratons. It got broken a few years before she died. How I would love to have that to adorn my tree.
As we got older and married, we would all gather in for christmas dinner, and exchange presents, with our children by our sides (until there got to be problems between family) and I had to bring a huge bowl of potato salad every year. That was all well, but my memories are mostly of when we was little. Daddy ran around a lot, and wasn't there to share our holiday, but mom made it so special that we did not even miss him.
many a silent tear,
but always a beautiful memory
of one we loved so dear.
God gave us strength to bear it,
and courage to take the blow,
but what it meant to lose you
no one will ever know.
Delores Ann Hughart, 72, went home to be with the Lord after a long illiness. She was a homemaker and a member of the Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle Church.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Glenn J. Hughart, son, Dennis Ray Hughart, Adoptive Mother, Lyda Belle Clark Rose, and Adoptive Father, George "Doc" Rose, Mother, Lola Grace Garrett May, Father, Howard C. Willard, Grandma and Grandpa, Mary Holley and Samuel Willard, Brother, William Milbee, Half-sister, Charlotte Irene Garrett Cafcules, Grandfather, John Watts Garrett and Grandmother, Lenor Garrett. stepsister and first cousin, Thelma Mullenax, and grandchildren, Travis Wayne Burdette and Tammy Renee Dolder, all of Charleston.
She is survived by son, William Glenn (Bill) Hughart and wife Connie of Kenna, daughters, Linda Kay Singleton and husband Robert, of Mishawaka In., daughter, Jeanne (Dora) Burdette and husband Steve of Charleston.
Funeral services was at 11a.m. Tuesday, April 11, 2006 at Union Valley Gospel Tabernacle, Roy Moles officiated. Burial was made in Floral Hills Garden of Memories, Pocatalico. Cunningham Funeral Home served the Hughart family.
Mom died at the Sunbridge Care
and Rehabilition Care Center at
Dunbar. She had went in to get
Theraphy, and after almost 2 weeks
she asperated.
Her favorite Psalm was Psalm:91.
Mama
A million times I've needed you,
A million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
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 did not go alone.
A part of me went with you,
The day God called you home.
Your precious memory is my keepsake,
With which I'll never part.
God has you in His keeping,
But I have you forever in my heart.
If Roses Grow in Heaven. Lord
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her and
when she turns to smile place
a kiss upon her cheek and hold
her for awhile because remembering
her is easy. I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my
heart that will never go away.
Should You Go First
A Pink Rose For You
A pink rose I give to you
To show you that I care
And happy birthday wishes too
This rose does lovingly bare.
A pink rose i give to you
To match your blushing cheeks
If a Mother deserves a rose, you do
And you have for weeks and weeks.
It's a special time for you I know
And I'd like to share it with you
So this poem and rose will help me show
That I love you mom, you know I do.
So you're one year sweeter on this day
And a beautiful mom you are
So until next year, if I fail to say
As a Mother, you're up to par.
.....................................
Dora Hughart Burdette (Jeanne)
I wrote this poem for mom back in the
80's and gave it to her with a rose
on her birthday.
"Christmas Past"
While putting the tree up last night, I thought a lot about mom. The things she learned from the time she got pregnant and married at the age of 13. She was only a child, but learned to do all she did. She would pass the little tid-bits on to me, like oiling the tops of biscuits when they come out of the oven, to shaping the limbs on the christmas tree, there are many more. These little things keep mom with me. She always loved a christmas tree. She would always set a big pretty bowl of fruit under the tree with our presents, and make fruit cocktail and cut up apples and bananas in it. We usually had a chocolate cake with banana's smashed up in the batter, she made a lot of small layers, all iced, yummy. Mom would have us kids go get the tree trimings out of the outside building. She would set in her wooden rocking chair, there in the living room. we would set the boxes all around her and she would get the, what I thought was beautiful christmas decorations out, one by one. I think she really enjoyed the whole christmas scene too. We would help hang the ornaments. She would make cocoa and popcorn balls. It would usually be cold, windy and sometimes snowed. Ice would freeze on the windows about 3 inches on the inside. (being old and drafty windows) and I loved to take a case knife and pic and scrape that ice off.
She usually would put the tree in the cornner of the living room where you go in the kitchen. Usually it would be a real tree. Bill and Dennis would go cut one and bring it back. For years, she had a big tree ornament. I had never seen anything like that. It looked kinda like victorian. She would wrap that in tissue paper at the end of every christmas and place it ever so carefully in the box of decoratons. It got broken a few years before she died. How I would love to have that to adorn my tree.
As we got older and married, we would all gather in for christmas dinner, and exchange presents, with our children by our sides (until there got to be problems between family) and I had to bring a huge bowl of potato salad every year. That was all well, but my memories are mostly of when we was little. Daddy ran around a lot, and wasn't there to share our holiday, but mom made it so special that we did not even miss him.
