Published in Charlotte Observer on 6/17/2009
Mary Lee (Mullis) Furr
Mrs. Furr, age 90, beloved mother, grandmother and great-grandmother died Sunday, June 14, 2009, at her home. Mrs. Furr was born August 29, 1918, in Charlotte, NC, to Floyd Herman and Isla Mae Mullis. She was a graduate of Oakhurst High School, a member of Daughters of the American Revolution and a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church of Sharon Amity Rd. in Charlotte.
Her husband, Henry Sloan Furr and son, Richard Ray preceded her in death. She is survived by 5 children: Bryan of Charlotte, NC, John and wife, Donna of Charlotte, Brenda Watson and husband, Stan of Dunedin, FL, Sandee Furr of Dunedin, and Tammy Coyle and husband, Pete of Tarpon Springs, FL, 8 grandchildren and 4 great-grandchildren.
A Memorial Service will be held at 2pm on Saturday, June 20, 2009, at Harry & Bryant Company, 500 Providence Road.
In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to The Hospice Foundation of the Florida Suncoast, 5771 Roosevelt Blvd., Clearwater, FL 33760, or to Wildflower Inn, 639 Michigan Blvd., Dunedin, FL 34698.
June 21, 2009
We were so sorry to hear of Mary’s passing. We both know what it’s like to be missing someone close that is no longer here with you. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Love & Blessings
June 21, 2009
No words can suffice to lessen your sadness at the loss of your beloved Mother, Mary.
Just know that my thoughts and Prayers are with and your family during this sorrowful time in your lives.
Take comfort in knowing how she appreciated her wonderful family and knowing she is in the light.
June 20, 2009
I was sorry to hear of Mary’s passing, I remember her happy smile when she came to our salon. She was so sweet. Peace to you all,
June 18, 2009
My heart is full, it overflows with love. Mary is happy, joyful, and shining her light on all of you now. You are all blessed to have had this beautiful lady as your own. This poem is one that says it all…
To my dearest family, some things I’d like to say…
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I’m writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there’s no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I’m out of sight.
Remember that I’m with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, “I welcome you.”
It’s good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they’ll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you’re part of my plan.
There’s so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.”
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day’s chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you….in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn’t understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o’er.
I’m closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There may be curves in roads ahead and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I’d like it for you too…
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who’s in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night……”My day was not in vain.”
And now I am contented….that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you’re walking down the street, and you’ve got me on your mind;
I’m walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it’s time for you to go…. from that body to be free,
remember you’re not going…..you’re coming here to me.
Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)