Cora Smith departed
this life on
Thursday, May 5,
2005, making her
stay here on earth 75 years, 3 months
and 10 days. She
was born on Monday, November 25,
1929 at
Hueysville, Kentucky to the late Siddie Reed
Hughes and James
Hughes.
She is survived by her husband, Kelly Smith;
three daughters, Sharon Lynn Martin (Madison),
Sandra Jean Abner
(Dan), and Redith Ann Ryner; two sons, David
Kelly Smith
(Ramona) and Rickey Dean Smith (Missy); ten grandchildren,
Daniel, Teresa
Ann, Kelly Denise, Brennin, Erin, Amanda,
Paul David,
Brandy, Ryan and Angelina; and six great grandchildren,
Justin, Zack,
Sidney Marie, McKinsey, Marley and Jate Lee.
She was preceded
in death by three brothers, James Vernon, Arnold
and Curtis; and
two sisters, Exie and Bobby Jean. Her funeral was
held at Ball
Branch Old Regular Baptist Church at Mousie, Kentucky,
on Sunday, May 8,
2005 at 1:00 p.m. Officiating were Jerry
Manns and Earl
Slone. She was buried in the Smith Family Cemetery
at Mousie.
Kelly and Cora were married 58 years on
October 17, 2004. She
was a devoted
wife and mother. She was a housewife, worked as an
aide at a nursing
home and cared for the elderly. Her greatest love
was caring for
her babies, her own children, grandchildren or her
great
grandchildren. She had such great love for her neighbors and
was always
willing to help them. She cared for all of God’s creations
- her favorites
being her cats and pet goats. Mom was sick for twelve
years and in the
Hindman Nursing Home for the past 11 months.
Mom endured her
illness and confinement to bed with such dignity
and strength and
faced death boldly. She was the strongest, most
courageous Lady I
have ever known. Dad visited the nursing home
daily to hold her
hand and tell her he loved her. Many times when I
saw Mom laying
and suffering I would say, “It’s okay to go and you’ll
wake up in the
arms of Jesus”. So sleep on beautiful lady, we’ll see
you in the
morning.
Written by her daughter, Sharon Lynn
God
looked around his garden
And
found an empty place.
He
then looked down upon the earth
And
saw your tired face.
He
put his arms around you
And
lifted you to rest.
God’s
garden must be beautiful
He
only takes the best
He
knew that you were suffering
He
knew that you were in pain
He
knew that you would never
Get
well on earth again.
He
saw the road was getting rough,
And
the hills were hard to climb.
So
he closed your weary eyelids
And
whispered, “Peace be thine”
It
broke our hearts to lose you
But
you didn’t go alone
For
part of us went with you
The
day God called you home.
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