Message from Heather
Momma saw Jesus on September 5th. We laid her to rest on September 15th. I’ve included links below if you wish to watch the service or donate in her honor to Faith Comes by Hearing.
Meme began this journey raring to go. Every doctor we met, she would tell them how many grands she had and that she needed to be healed because she expected to dance at each and every wedding. One was recently married, so she had thirteen more weddings to go. She counted down the treatments to ring that bell. As her bestie said, I knew God would heal her. I just wanted it to happen this side of glory. As did we. Well, she finally rang the bell. She touched Jesus’ robe and she is indeed healed. She is no longer in pain. She is no longer weary. She doesn’t have to fight any more. And I have no doubt she will dance with her grands again one day.
There are so many who feel her absence and our hearts just hurt. Her kids, grands, husband, “adopted” kids, brothers, and close friends and family all thought we had more time. I’ve wanted to call her or text her many times since September 5th, but I know the calls and messages will go unanswered. I know many of you feel the same. My momma was my best friend. She was my first call, my kid’s greatest cheerleader and my frequent travel companion. I know my siblings, kids, nieces and nephews feel the loss as deeply and devastatingly as me.
But God. God had a plan here. Not our plan, but His. As was said at her funeral, Bonnie knew God could choose to heal her at any moment, but He did not. Our days are numbered. Mom knew that. Her motto during this fight, from day one:
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” – Psalm 91:2

She drew closer to Jesus during this fight. As did her children. As did her grands – the older ones pouring themselves into the Bible and the some of the younger choosing to follow Jesus and get baptized. Meme was so proud of each and every one. As she was slipping away, I kept saying “I love you, Momma.” Just to hear her say it back. The last time, she said “I love ALL of you” and held up the finger count for her grands. She indeed loved us all. BIG.
What did she want YOU to see during this fight? A fighter. But more importantly, a daughter of Christ. She wanted to represent Jesus well through her fears, tears, joy and pain. Ultimately, she wanted each and every one of you to seek a relationship with Jesus. Her last moments on earth, she called on Him many times. She would redirect our tears, telling us to pray and reminding us Jesus was present and in control. Many of our prayers could not be understood through the tears, but Jesus heard us. He knew. Momma found great peace in us playing Carrie Underwood’s My Savior album. I will never forget that. She didn’t leave this earth in fear of the afterlife. She knew to whom she belonged and into whose arms she was headed. Jesus. Our Redeemer. Our Savior. Our Messiah. We rejoice knowing we will all dance with her again one day.
If you desire that kind of peace too, please reach out to one of Meme’s kids. We will pray with you and help you get connected. We will get you resources to start or continue your journey with Jesus. Please make plans to dance with us in glory.
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Message from Holly
From the moment mom found out she had the “C” word she praised the Lord for her burden. She would cry out to Him often in the midst of her greatest physical and emotional pain. She rested in His power and knowing He knew every single hair she lost and grew back during her battle as well as every single tear shed. Yes she had many moments of questioning but so many more moments when she leaned into Jesus. I will always cherish the moments I had with her one on one just praising our Lord and Savior for the gift given her. Yes she called this a gift and cried out to Him that His will be done if it brought another to Jesus. I will dearly miss her but can hear her always proclaiming, “Run to Jesus!!!”
Nehemiah 8:10 “The Joy of the Lord is my strength.”
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Message from Hope
Found in Meme’s Bible:
With her sword unsheathed and her armor still in place, she went directly to her King with the stain of battle still on her garments.
– Tribute to Rev. Gardner Taylor
Message from Ben
What a journey. What a fight. Moma was a warrior. Until one of her final breaths, she said she was still fighting.
What a blessing to be with her to fight alongside her locked hand in hand. When she couldn’t raise her arms, we held them up for her. Many times, she called us her warriors, when she was the one taking all the arrows. We feel those arrows now. They hurt. And they pierce deeply. Again and again and again. Many times I can’t see them coming until they strike.
While she took the arrows, she praised God. I’m trying really hard to do the same. I praise God that she no longer has to feel the pain, anguish, and uncertainty of her ability to win the battle. While I lament, selfishly, about why her, why now, I know that His ways are bigger than ours and she is finally at peace. While I held her up to continue the fight, she now holds me up to continue to grow in my faith and love for such a loving and amazing God.
I, along with all of you, are so blessed to have had her in our lives. She loved sincerely and in such a unique way to all that came in contact with her. If her display of love is but a sliver of Gods love, then I truly can’t imagine how great that love is for us.
She wanted all of you to know that love and rest in the same assurances that she had. I will forever remind my kiddos, and those that knew her, that her love was just a preview of what’s to come.
So while the arrows fly – and many continue to land – I will praise God for giving me the gift of my moma. She praised through the fight, and I will do the same.
Like she always said, “it’s never goodbye, it’s see you later”. Moma, I can’t wait until I see you again.
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Funeral Service Link: https://youtu.be/a27uUyRuRzI
Memories Link: https://youtu.be/uiY117lxD_o
Memorial Link: In lieu of flowers, please consider donating to: https://www.faithcomesbyhearing.com/get-involved/give
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