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Friday, August 2, 2002 Tabernacle Baptist Church
Augusta, Georgia Rev. Otis Moss HI

Charlotte Elvira B. Wilson quietly slipped away from this life Monday, July 29, 2002. Born November 17,1905 in Edgefield County, South Carolina, she was the youngest of nine children born to the union of Charles D. Bussey and Henrietta Bland Bussey.
Charlotte attended Public School in South Carolina and graduated from the Haines Institute in Augusta, Georgia. She had careers as a beautician and a nurse before retiring.
She professed Christ at an early age and was baptized in the Baptist faith. Joining the China Grove Baptist Church, she was very active in Sunday school. When she moved to Detroit, Michigan, she joined the Hartford Avenue Baptist Church (now the Hartford Memorial Church) and, always active in church activities, became a faithful member of the Sunday School Willing Workers Club and was prominent in the Churchs Altar Circle. Charlotte married the late Deacon Isaac Wilson. In 1976 they moved to Belvedere, South Carolina and affiliated with the Tabernacle Baptist Church. She was member of the Lydia Bible Class and served on the deaconess board.
Charlotte B. Wilson was unselfish in her devotion to family, church and community. She touched the lives of all who knew her by her warmth, faith, understanding and wisdom. She leaves to celebrate her life and to cherish her memory one sister, Helen Cain of Washington, D.C.; many nephews; nieces; and a host of other faithful relatives and friends.
She told a nephew: "I would like to be remembered as a dependable person who tried to love everybody. Please dont sing sad songs for me. Forget your grief and fears."
She anticipated this day with quiet resolve and courage. "I am in a perfect place with loved ones I hold dear. In His love I did abide, and now I have a place in heaven at my Blessed Saviors side. My life on Earth was very good as earthly lives go. But paradise is so much more than anyone can know. My soul is filled with happiness and sweet rejoicing. To walk with God in perfect peace is joy forever."

Processional

Order of Servi

Prayer of Comfort ................. .Isaac Raymond McKie, Jr.

Scripture

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Old Testament ................... Deacon Charles Bess

New Testament

Music Ministry

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Silent Reading of Obituary-

Acknowledgements ........................ Rev. Otis Moss III Solo "Beams of Heaven" ............... Sister Emma Lou Starks

Eulogy .................................. Rev. Otis Moss III Recessional

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Active Pallbearers

Deacons

Flower Bearers / Deaconess Ministry

Repass Immediately Following Interment

We would like to express sincere thanks to all who visited, sent floral

tributes, prepared food, sent cards, or simply made a call. Perhaps you

whispered a prayer or expressed concern. Whatever your contribu

tion, it has helped to make the inevitable more acceptable. We thank

you.

The Family

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We remember Your beauty and strength Your warmth and courage The soft and gentle touch of your hands The sparkle in your eyes full of love Your voice warm and laughing with affection.
We remember Your character and values Values made real by the way you lived By the very essence of what you were, Simple, direct, honest, beautiful.
We remember Your love and generosity Your humanity and humaness.
We remember A special and extraordinary woman
Whom we will love and adore All of our remaining days. We remember Charlotte.
Time is all we have, so quickly gone Unappreciated and carelessly misused. Spring songbirds and glorious wildflowers Sprinkling fickle chance through life Summers passionate heat rushing away existence. Autumns fantasy in preparation warms the soul.
In winter, sun-up is slow in coming Warning of the shadows that threaten The last season of darkness or eternal light.
Soundlessly the great fog rolled in, A graceful feline stalking its prey, Engulfed you and silently crept away, Taking your soul on a new journey.
Time tells us no one lives forever. There should be no surprise that anyone dies.
Death is a word everyone understands. But words are just that... .words
To experience death is another matter.
We are anguished and astounded by the experience, Cannot accept the unbearable pain or it.
Everything we learn enhances our ignorance. What we know is so incomplete, so partial.
Absence of one is greater than her presence. In life we feel neither presence nor absence. In absence we feel the void, the emptiness. If words could only eradicate the absence!
Like the impreciseness of the abstractions of infinity, Dear Charlotte, we remember
And your absence will always be felt. Sweet lady, your journey to paradise Has come too soon for those of us who wait.