Lena became a victim of Alzheimers. She was cared for by her family. Her teenage granddaughters learned to take care of all her needs. Several of them are now in the nursing field. Lena passed away right after Thanksgiving on Nov 27, 1982. She was buried at Sunset Hill Cemetery in Valdosta, Georgia. She was survived by her husband and all eight of her children and a host of grandchildren.
From Susan Barwick Elliott: Ms. Lena, you had to be a special lady to take in and love this family in need of a Mom and to make such a lasting impression upon them all.
Poem she loved and was read at her funeral:
Somehow
I've tried for many an hour and a minute
to imagine this world without me in it.
I cannot think of a newborn day, without me there
Somehow, Someway.
I cannot imagine the autumns flare
Without me here alive, aware.
I cannot think of a dawn in spring,
without my hearts awakening.
These treasured years will come and go with swifter pace,
But this I know,
I have no fear, I have no dread.
Of that marked day that lies ahead,
My flesh will turn to ash and clay
But I'll be here
Somehow, Someway
Author Unknown
Lena became a victim of Alzheimers. She was cared for by her family. Her teenage granddaughters learned to take care of all her needs. Several of them are now in the nursing field. Lena passed away right after Thanksgiving on Nov 27, 1982. She was buried at Sunset Hill Cemetery in Valdosta, Georgia. She was survived by her husband and all eight of her children and a host of grandchildren.
From Susan Barwick Elliott: Ms. Lena, you had to be a special lady to take in and love this family in need of a Mom and to make such a lasting impression upon them all.
Poem she loved and was read at her funeral:
Somehow
I've tried for many an hour and a minute
to imagine this world without me in it.
I cannot think of a newborn day, without me there
Somehow, Someway.
I cannot imagine the autumns flare
Without me here alive, aware.
I cannot think of a dawn in spring,
without my hearts awakening.
These treasured years will come and go with swifter pace,
But this I know,
I have no fear, I have no dread.
Of that marked day that lies ahead,
My flesh will turn to ash and clay
But I'll be here
Somehow, Someway
Author Unknown