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Mary Rose
Johnson
May 21, 1931 — Feb 11, 2022
Mary Rose Johnson, (Granny), 90, passed into eternal glory on 2/11/22 from her home in Cherokee Village, Ar. She was born 5/21/31 in Carlisle, Arkansas to Elgin and Irene Johnson Hall. She was preceded in death by her husband, Robert Johnson, daughter and son-in-law, Linda Sheley (Louis), and her sisters, Irma Hall and Anne Peeler. Mary leaves behind 3 children, Norma Burrell (Clifton), Marilyn Dillman (Fred), and Michael Johnson (Dorinda), 2 brothers, Harold Hall (Elois) and Bobby Hall (Andrea). She had 13 Grandchildren, 14 Great-Grandchildren, and 7 Great-Great-Grandchildren.
Mary was a dedicated home maker that loved her family. Her hobbies included gardening, swimming, and enjoying coffee sitting outside. She was a member of Southaven First United Methodist Church.
Visitation 2/16/22 1-2pm
Service 2/16/22 2pm and interment will be at Forest Hill South, Holmes Road following services at Forest Hill Midtown.
Pall Bearers:
Cody Haynes
Devin Haynes
Austin Berryhill
Tyler Johnson
Danny Dillman
Craig Wood
God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put His arms around
And whispered "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
( Frances and Kathleen Coelho )
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" -Phil 4:13
Don't Cry For Me
Don't cry for me now I have died, for I'm still here I'm by your side,
My body's gone but my soul is here, please don't shed another tear,
I am still here I'm all around, only my body lies in the ground.
I am the snowflake that kisses your nose,
I am the frost, that nips your toes.
I am the sun, bringing you light,
I am the star, shining so bright.
I am the rain, refreshing the earth,
I am the laughter, I am the mirth.
I am the bird, up in the sky,
I am the cloud, that's drifting by.
I am the thoughts, inside your head,
While I'm still there, I can't be dead.
Wednesday
Forest Hill - Midtown
1:00 - 2:00 pm
Wednesday
Forest Hill - Midtown
Starts at 2:00 pm
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