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Everene Sheppard was born December 24, 1918, second child to the late james Handspike and Maggie Lue Brown in Athens Georgia.
Quietly and Peacefully on December 13, 2014 God called Everene home.
Everene was preceded in death by her long time mate, Felix Bloodworth, and leaves to cherish her memory, her loving daughters; Mary Saylor, Mamie L Banks, jacqueline Banks, Thelma Banks, Alberta Banks; and Stepdaughter, Yvonne (Von) Moore; her only son, Robert H. Brown, who preceded her in death; Twenty-one grandchildren; and a host of great and great-great grandchildren, which she loved dearly.
Everene was truly a loving person, mother, grandmother, and friend. She served as a Mother to many and loved her grandchildren with an eternal love. She loved to cook and feed everyone. When it came to truth and honesty she did not hold back! Her great sense of humor kept the family inspired and she was loved to the very end.
Marching Home When I go marching home, please don't grieve for me.
I'll be in a better place, full of God's serenity. My woes and cares shall be released, My spirit free to roam, I'll find the Lord's exalted peace When I go marching home
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A (Special Thanks' to Darese Davis, granddaughter of Everene Sheppard, for taking such wonderful care of her. Darese and family were always there watching
her back, listening} playing cards} and making her life
and last days joyful. A great part of Everene's longevity was because of her family. Someone once said the happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your life. She was definitely happy throughout her 95 years.
"Take care ofall your memories for you cannot relive them"
Poems
The Cross in My Pocket
I carry a cross in my pocket, A simple reminder to me
Of the fact that I am a Christian, No matter where I may be
This little cross is not magic, Nor is it a good luck charm It isn't meant to protect me, From every physical harm
It's not for identification, For all the world to see It's simply an understanding, Between my Savior and me
When I put my hand in my pocket, To bring out a coin or key The Cross is there to remind m, Of the price He paid for me
It reminds me too, to be thankful, For my blessings day by day And to strive to serve Him better, In all that I do and say
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It's also a daily reminder, Of the peace and comfort I share With all who know my Master, And give themselves to His care
So, I carry a cross in my pocket, Reminding no one but me That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life, If only I'll let Him be
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