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Memorial Page For OUR Mother

In Loving memory of Our


Viola Massey


Viola Massey of the 400 block of Deal Drive passed away Oct. 24, 2001. Viola was born in Huntsville, Ala., the daughter of the late George and Lodie Weaver Ellett. She was a member of Ephesus Church of God in Portsmouth and was a loving mother and grandmother who will be greatly missed. Mrs. Massey was predeceased by her loving husband, Ralph Massey. She is survived by her children, Cindy Blamire and husband, Wayne of Chesapeake, Janice Egnor and husband, Earl of Portsmouth, Syble Warren and husband, Bill of North Carolina, Charles Williams and wife, Theresa of Gates County, N.C., Dennis Williams and wife, Patricia of Portsmouth, Yvonne Nelson and husband, Roger, Linda Bandy and husband, James, Billy Massey and wife, Polly, all of Chesapeake; 15 grandchildren; 27 great-grandchildren; and a great-great-grandchild. A graveside service will be held at 1 p.m. Friday in Hampton National Cemetery with the Rev. Ted Woosley officiating. The family will receive friends from 6 to 8 p.m. today at Kellum Funeral Home, Rosewood Chapel.

"Behold, I show you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump; for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed." ! Corinthians 15:51, 52

"He Only Takes The Best"

God saw she was getting tired so he put his arms around her and whispered,"come with me"
With tear-filled eyes we watched her suffer and fade away.Although we loved her deeply,we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stoped beating ,hard-working hands put to rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best,
Author Nancy Rose Bouchard
Our mother went to be with jesus on October 24 2001
Her little weak heart just stopped.This is going on her 17th year in heaven!!!
And she is so sadly missed by all her family and friends.
Mama,if you're listening,we love you and miss you

Your loving children

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We have now lost two sisters Cindy and Yvonne,one brother Billy.
So I have updated this and put links to their pages.

Yvonnes page
Cindy's Page
Brother Billy

"At My Mother's Knee"

I'd like to wander back again to days of long ago To sit within the circle there and watch the firelight glow Upon familiar face of the ones I used to know. I'd like to listen to their footsteps passing to and fro. I'd like to wander back to childhood joys upon the farm, And feel that I was safe again from every passing harm, Secure against all follies and temptation's luring charm. And rest again within the shelter of my mother's arm. I'd like to be a child again within the walls of home, And live in peace and happiness, nor wish to stray or roam. For tho' I climb over mountains grand or sail the ocean's foam, I'll never find, in all this world, a dearer mother or a happier home. I'd like to kneel beside the bed and to my Father pray, And trust to Him my wishes in the old time childish way, For He is still my Father, and I hear Him gently say, "I will always be your Guide my child, and will guard you night and day."

Author Unknown

My Quilt of Life.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air. Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was. I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you." May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through. Please share this with someone you love, care about or even someone who needs Jesus in their heart. They may scoff, but at least the seed has been planted, and God will do the rest. May God bless you today and Forever.