Editor, Our mother, Elizabeth McCullough, became ill in June and passed away suddenly in July from complications of Rheumatoid Arthritis called Pulmonary Fibrosis, a very cruel disease that restricts lung capacity by filling them with scar tissue. Although she knew she was terminally ill, she laughed and joked and tried to keep us in good spirits. She even apologized to us for getting sick.
Although she didn’t want to leave us grieving, her fear was not of dying but of losing her dignity or becoming dependent upon us. She was a sharp, witty, independent southern lady who loved life. Her last spoken words were in jest to her best friend followed by, “I love you.”
She was traveled and never did she meet a stranger. She sat with the musical group the “Eagles” on one of her many flights and got their autographs for us. They told her she looked like Rosalyn Carter.
And how many people here can say they had members of the Atlanta Falcons and the Chicago Bears at their house for a cookout?
In our younger years, our friends gravitated towards our parents. Our house was the “hangout.” My parents were the chosen chaperones and they enjoyed being with us.
Mother was active with the Cherokee Rose Ladies Golf Association, played Bridge with the Thursday Card Club, was in the local Red Hat Society; and a member of the Ladies’ Auxiliary of the VFW, Eastern Star, the Widow’s club, and the Golden heirs.
We continue to have people say what a lovely person she was and “thank you for sharing her with us.”
We have truly been touched by the continuous outpouring of sympathy, the kind words and the numerous trips we’ve taken down memory lane with people in the community who knew our mother. We didn’t realize how loved she was by so many.
Hospice was and is still absolutely wonderful as they continue to help us with the grieving process.
We just want to say to everyone, thank you all so very much for loving our Mother and for everything that you did for us all during her illness and her passing and the continuing support and love that you have shown us.
We love you and may God bless you.
Sincerely,
Jimmy McCullough
Glenda Wedincamp
Maureen Mobley
Although she didn’t want to leave us grieving, her fear was not of dying but of losing her dignity or becoming dependent upon us. She was a sharp, witty, independent southern lady who loved life. Her last spoken words were in jest to her best friend followed by, “I love you.”
She was traveled and never did she meet a stranger. She sat with the musical group the “Eagles” on one of her many flights and got their autographs for us. They told her she looked like Rosalyn Carter.
And how many people here can say they had members of the Atlanta Falcons and the Chicago Bears at their house for a cookout?
In our younger years, our friends gravitated towards our parents. Our house was the “hangout.” My parents were the chosen chaperones and they enjoyed being with us.
Mother was active with the Cherokee Rose Ladies Golf Association, played Bridge with the Thursday Card Club, was in the local Red Hat Society; and a member of the Ladies’ Auxiliary of the VFW, Eastern Star, the Widow’s club, and the Golden heirs.
We continue to have people say what a lovely person she was and “thank you for sharing her with us.”
We have truly been touched by the continuous outpouring of sympathy, the kind words and the numerous trips we’ve taken down memory lane with people in the community who knew our mother. We didn’t realize how loved she was by so many.
Hospice was and is still absolutely wonderful as they continue to help us with the grieving process.
We just want to say to everyone, thank you all so very much for loving our Mother and for everything that you did for us all during her illness and her passing and the continuing support and love that you have shown us.
We love you and may God bless you.
Sincerely,
Jimmy McCullough
Glenda Wedincamp
Maureen Mobley