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“I Miss You”

No words I write can ever say

How much I miss you every day.

As time goes by, the loneliness grows; How I miss you, nobody knows!

I think of you in silence, I often speak your name,

But all I have are memories

And photos in a frame.

No one knows my sorrow,

No one sees me weep,

But the love I have for you

Is in my heart to keep.

I’ve never stopped loving you

I’m sure I never will;

Deep inside my heart,

“The Broken Chain”

You are with me still.

Heartaches in this world are many

But mine is worse than any.

My heart still aches as I whisper low,

“I need you and I miss you so.”

The things we feel so deeply

Are often the hardest to say,

But I just can’t keep quiet any more,

So I’ll tell you anyway. There is a place in my heart

That no one else can fill; I lobe you so,

My Precious Mom... and I’ll always will.

We little knew that day, God was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly, In death, we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you. You did not go alone. For part of us went with you, The day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories, Your love is still our guide. And although we cannot see you, You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken, And nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again.

Love the Grandchildren & Family

~Acknowledgements~

The family of Ruby Bell Cole Washington acknowledges with sincere appreciation every act of kindness shown. The meals, the calls, the visits, and whispered prayers. We even thank you for the laughter we shared while reminiscing. A special thanks to her caregivers: Brenda Holt, Rosetta Turner, Aleta Wadlington, Crystal Brent, and Barbara B. Harris. Additional thanks to Bernice Yarbrough, Constance Thomas and Tim Talley, Joan and James Causey. We have suffered a GREAT loss but your kindness has helped to sustain us. Thanks to everyone for your presence here today. May God continue to bless and keep each of you. Please continue to keep our family in your prayers.

~Honorary Pallbearers ~

Robert Powell Vernon Cole John B. Powell

Johnese Powell Dewey Powell J. Dewitt Cole Alonzo Cole

James VanBuren

~Active Pallbearers ~

Hugh Jackson

Antonio Cole

Tony George, Sr. Anthony Small Michael Maddox

~Committal Rites & Interment

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Reflections of Life

Ruby Bell Cole was born on December 28, 1919, to the late Mannie Cole, Sr. and Gracie Wilson-Cole. She was the ninth of ten children, all of who preceded her in death.

She grew up in the Millington, TN area, and although she only completed up to a 7th-grade formal education, her wisdom was unmatched.

She confessed hope in Christ at an early age and joined Tabernacle Church. She later moved her membership to St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church. After marrying, and many years at St. Paul Church, she moved to Memphis and united with Rev. Frank Briscoe at New Era Missionary Baptist Church, and then under the late Rev. Sampson Townsend, Sr. until his retirement. She was currently serving under the leadership of Rev. Sampson Townsend, Jr.

From as early as the age of 8, she has been known to render spirit-filled songs, which only began her works back unto the Lord. Her church affiliations included serving as President of the Adult Choir for 35 years, a Chaplain for the Missionary Ministry, and a devout student of the Sunday School.

Her hobbies included singing, playing the piano, cooking, hosting family gatherings, and sewing. She was a nurturer who opened her doors and cared for many. As an advocate of the family unit, she spent endless hours praying for her family, ensuring their well-being, all while sustaining consistent communication with all branches of the family tree. She was a homemaker for many years, after which she became employed by the Memphis City School system.

Ruby was united in holy matrimony to the late Ackney Washington, Jr. To this union, one daughter was born. She was the maternal guardian of two nieces which she raised and reared, one, Patricia C. Yarbrough (Arthel), preceded her in the heavenly entry.

She leaves to celebrate her life and cherish many memories: a daughter, Ackney Jean Sullivan; another cherished as a daughter, Wauleen Gaudlin of Lansing, Michigan; six grandchildren; five great-grandchildren; and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends, whom she loved very dearly.

“I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness…”

2 Timothy 4:7-8