MORNING GLOW: October 11th 1961
EVENING TIDE: May 7th 2025
AGE: 63
SERVICE HELD AT:
Ebenezer Methodist Church Shirley Slope, Nassau, Bahamas
Saturday, 7th June 2025
11:00 a.m.
OFFICITIATING:
REV. MILTON LIGHTBOURNE
ASSISTED BY: Pastor Carl Campbell
INTERMENT:
Lakeview Memorial Gardens
Gladstone Road, Nassau, Bahamas
October 11, 1961 – May 7, 2025
Some lives shine in quiet, powerful ways—through kindness given freely, through steady presence, through love that asks for nothing in return. These lives feel like home. They comfort, uplift, and gently guide others without ever needing to be asked.
From the very beginning, a light entered the world—not loud or boastful, but constant and warm. A light that made people feel seen. A light that brought joy in ordinary moments and strength in difficult ones.
Challenges came, as they always do, but this light never dimmed. Instead, it grew stronger—fueled by faith, compassion, and a deep sense of purpose. A life lived with open hands, always giving, always caring.
The Bible says: “The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, and the one who is wise saves lives.”
— Proverbs 11:30 (NIV)
The impact of this light can be seen in the lives touched, the family nurtured, the community quietly served. A story of resilience, of grace, of quiet strength. A story that will continue to inspire long after the final chapter has closed.
This is Michelle’s story.
On a crisp autumn evening in the storied St. James Road community— affectionately known as the Five Pound Lot—Audrey Burrows and Prince Ronald Butler Sr. welcomed their firstborn, Rhonda Michelle Butler. From her earliest days, Michelle’s bright eyes and warm laughter promised the remarkable journey she would undertake, weaving her spirit into the fabric of every life she touched.
Michelle’s childhood at Uriah McPhee Primary School was filled with the rosy laughter of playmates and the promise of dreams yet to unfold. She carried that promise through C.C. Sweeting Senior High School, graduating in 1978 with the quiet confidence of someone destined to lead. As the eldest of fourteen, she naturally assumed the role of guide and protector—always the one to offer a comforting word, share an encouraging smile, or gather the family together when the world outside seemed uncertain.
Professional life found Michelle at the front desk of the Emerald Beach Hotel on Paradise Island. There, her welcoming spirit and natural grace set guests at ease the moment they walked through the doors. She later joined Carnival Airlines at the then Nassau International Airport, where her dedication and infectious warmth quickly earned her a promotion to supervisor. Colleagues respected her work ethic, and passengers remembered her kindness.
In time, Michelle’s journey led her to the courier and logistics field, where she became an integral part of the UPS/GWS Courier Services team under the leadership of GiGi and Walt Saunders. She learned the ins and outs of the industry with care and curiosity, rising to the position of office manager and earning the trust of clients and coworkers alike.
But Michelle didn’t stop there. With a bold spirit and a heart full of determination, she stepped into the world of entrepreneurship. In 2006, she founded her own import/export business, T & C Express Services, lovingly named after her two daughters. What began as a leap of faith grew into a thriving enterprise built on integrity, reliability, and the same warmth she had shown throughout her career. Michelle wore many hats—businesswoman, mentor, customer service expert— but above all, she was a woman who poured her heart into her work, always with the goal of helping others and making her family proud.
Michelle’s love was generous. She delighted in family birthdays, holiday reunions, and impromptu gatherings—her laughter a beacon that drew nieces, nephews, and friends close. As a devoted mother, grandmother, and greatgrandmother, she nurtured her children and grandchildren with stories, values, and unwavering support. Her bond with her granddaughter T’Anna—playful, tender, and uniquely profound—sparked smiles and created memories that will forever warm our hearts.
As the eldest sibling, Michelle often took on the role of second mother. Her siblings leaned on her for guidance, reassurance, and love. She was the planner, the comforter, the one who showed up with a smile and stayed until the last dish was washed. Her love was not reserved for special occasions—it was a daily offering. And even when it meant putting herself last, Michelle never hesitated to help.
With hearts full of sorrow yet deep gratitude, we remember the beautiful life and enduring legacy of Michelle—a woman of profound faith, compassion, and quiet strength.
In 2012, Michelle received a breast cancer diagnosis that would reveal her indomitable spirit. Facing adversity with unwavering courage and deep trust in God, she began a journey marked by resilience, grace, and hope. For fourteen victorious years, Michelle lived cancer-free, a testament to her strength and steadfast belief that love sustains through all seasons.
When illness returned, Michelle met it with the same unwavering resolve and radiant spirit. Her generous heart continued to shine—through laughter, kindness, and the rare gift of making every stranger feel like family. Even in her most difficult days, she never lost her gentle humor or her ability to lift the hearts of others.
In August 2024, her health began to decline. Yet through every challenge, her spirit remained luminous and full of grace. On May 5th, 2025, Michelle was admitted to Princess Margaret Hospital. At 1:52 a.m. on May 7th, she peacefully answered her Master’s final call, held in the everlasting embrace of God’s love. Her light now shines in eternity, and her legacy of faith, courage, and compassion will forever live on in the hearts of all who knew her.
Michelle is predeceased by her beloved father, Prince Ronald Butler Sr., Grand mother Roslyn Davis, and siblings, Selena Davis, Dion Brown Sr., Troy Ward, Ralph Christopher Burrows and Tasha Burrows.
This precious jewel passing leaves a profound void in the hearts of those who loved her dearly. She is lovingly remembered by her:
Devoted Mother: Audrey Burrows
Cherished Lifetime Partner: Roscoe Thompson
Beloved Children: Taushiana Riley and Clarissa Thompson
Son-in-Law: Antiro Riley
Treasured Grand Children: Lamont Knowles Sr., Daron Culmer Jr and T’Anna Riley
Adored Great-Grandson: Lamont Knowles Jr.
Stepchildren: Melissa, Rhonda, Giuliano, Luchano & Rohan Thompson
Precious Step-Grand Children: Jatinda Jr. Jatinique, Kai, Julia, Johnnae & Julianna
Devoted Sisters: Tanya, Tara (Michel) Butler, Lugia (Telford) Adderley, Karen (Lynden) Edwards, Dionne Patterson-Webb and Candace Contrera
Devoted Brothers: Ronald Bulter Jr, Ricardo Brown, Gentry Moxey, Brian Burrows, Kevin, and Keith Sands, Jarvis Thompson, and Retired Sgt 21 Ricardo Burrows.
Sisters-in-Law: Jennifer, Antoinette and Jennifer Burrows
Beloved Aunts: Sheila Butler & Thelma Fernander
Beloved Uncle: Fred Bain
Special Nieces: Nyoshi Ward, Serena (Marvin) Hepburn, Tamika Rolle, Rashanda
Stuart, D’neisha & Lauryn Brown, Cordia, Merichan & Jade Burrows, Erin Moxey, Dr. Lynnae (Cardell) Edwards-Carolina, Ricardia Belle, Tori (Christopher) Yuen, Ebyan, Zearier Munroe, Crystal Sands, Jenna Symonette & Ileana Thompson
Special Nephews: Duerre (Sharai) Thomas, Xavier, Blair, and Josh Burrows, Alex (Kay) Rodgers, Kent Reid, Duran Knowles, Taran & Dion McPhee, Rico and Dion Brown Jr., Terran & Maleek Adderley, Osbourne Davis lll, Lance (Breia) Edwards, Julian Delancey, Jarvin, Jarvas, Jarvron & Javario Thompson, Kevin Jr, Kevron, Kaeron, Keith Jr, Nathan Sands, Milton Munroe, Shavargo, Cardinal, Stephon, Jammal Burrows.
Sweet Grand-nieces: D’neisha, T’zariah, Tatiana, Amiyah, Davier, Skye, Tyler and Blake.
Sweet Grand-nephews: D’Mari, Shamir, Damir & Deshaun Thomas, Terrell Jr, Caleb, Omari, Lex & Terran Jr.
God Mothers: Van Oldham and Joycelynn Johnson
Many Cousins: Cheryl Thompson, Ingia (Collin) Deveaux, Martin (Tamara) Miller, Brishell (Allister) Carey, Allyssa Roach, Joycelynn Johnson, Thelma Neely, Monique (Andrew) Davis, Deanne Newbold, Deslamona, Kendal Rolle, Devon and Danny Johnson, Peggy Dean, Monalisa (Travis) Heart, Andy, Meko Dean, Leslie (Shirley ) Russell, Sylvia, Cynteish, Adamah, Kishy, Christine,
Niquell Pinder, Kendall Rolle Jr., Simone (Marco), Sonia, Andrew, Danielle, Conrad, Savuagn, Terecita (Micheal) Cunningham, Dwayne Thompson, Patricia Sands, Regina (Christopher) Rolle, Elvis, Tyrone, Sterling, Allan Jr, Ivan (Shirley) Butler, Andrea, Lavado (Sharlene) Butler, Mitzi (Robert) Barnett, Sonovia (Owen) Hanna, Ricardo, Lavandro, Mavalo, Valverde (Tammy) Butler, Lillian (Shawn) Brice, Melanie (Tyrone) Hanna, Dwayne (Coshell), Kenyatta (Bernice), Ricardo, Vashon (Lindsey), Shavon, Gregory (Kathy) Butler, Leslyn, Katrinka, Carrington (Anastacia) Johnson, Adelecia (Graham) Lightfoot, Rodriguez King & Family, Lucy & Prisca & Family, Anthony Sweeting and Family, Patrice, Christine, Idamae, Charmaine, Clarinda, Rich, Julie, Junior, Calvin, Venessa, Sparkle and Bradley. Mr. & Mrs. Van, Jerry and Joe Oldham, The Pyfrom Family of Rock Sound Eleuthera, The Thompson family of Deep Creek Eleuthera, Vidian, Sidney & Livan Pyfrom, Donna Leary, Mr. & Mrs. Donnalee Miller & family of Deep Creek, Eleuthera.
Cherished God Children: Giavanna, Brinique Nottage, Jasmine and Savannah, Jade, Jada, Shavanna, Richard Jr., Savannah Rolle, Rishea, Javaine, Adriel, Sianna, Antika, Nacara, Lashan, Benjanique, Appelonia Smith and Mikia. Adopted Family, who became her own by love: Ormonique (Kevin) Joffre, Kelly (David) Brown, Giovanni & Javaughn Seymour, Bridgette Johnson & Lashelle Major and Sidainya (Cordero) Miller.
A host of extended Family and Friends, including: Isaac Thomas of Freeport, Mr. & Mrs. Anthony Thomas, Donald & Shervin Thomas, Mr. Dwayne Mackey and Family, Alexandria Burrows & Family, Stephanie McPhee, Mrs. Lashane BrownTaylor & Family, Apostle Dr. Ann Moss & Family, Mrs. Gaynell Knowles & Family, Nurse Philipa Smith & Family, Charlene Riley & Family, Theo & Shelly of Freeport, Mr. Selvyn Richards & Family, Mr. Cecil Moxey & Family, Mr. Eglinton Brown & Family, Mr. Dwayne Pratt & Family, Bishop Earnest Sweeting & Family, Mr. Geoffrey Dugay & Family, Sgt. 471 Leonardo Miller, Fabia Stuart, Mr. McArthur Thompson & Family, Mr. Leroy Thompson & Family, Patrice Thompson, Joey Pugh & Family, Destiny & Devaughnia Adderley, Shirrell Knowles, Nardo Dean and Margaret Gordon, Lisle Pugh, Mr. Sean Nottage & Family, Kevin Smith, Mr. Maurice Rolle (Fini/The Tie Rack), Sherry Brown & Family, Dellerease Williams & Family, Sheila Miller & Family, Steven Brown, Mr & Mrs Charles Sweeting, Aaron Cox, Sibilene & Family, Jonique Reckley, Larue Miller & Family, Rev. Alfred Stewart & Family, Raimundo Brennen, Ruthmae Davidson, Mr. & Mrs. Dwayne Brown & Family, Alphonso Strachan, Mr & Mrs Jewit Bain & Family, Deidre Thompson & Family, Alfred Brice & Family, Fredrick Clarke & Family, Sandra Sutherland & Family of Deerfield Beach, Florida. Freddie Delaney & Family, Dr. Nadia Gilbert and Dr. Bain, Margaret and Portia Richards & family, Margaritta Culmer & Family, Sis Viola Thompson & Family, The Gibson Family of Wemyss Bight Eleuthera, Delano Basden & Family, Jackie Smith & Family, Clement Thompson & Family, Mr & Mrs. Whitney Laing & Family, Rinaldo
Johnson & Family, Davon Munnings, Kenneth Deveaux, Charles Sweeting, Shereese Richards & Family, Shantay Lightbourne and family, Jason Fernander, Laron Hanna, Lamont Hanna, Crystal Butler, Lauranique Russell, Tianna Brown & Family, Lakeisha Fox & Family, Devon McKenzie, Sario & Samantha Rolle, Mr. Tyrone Whylly & Family, Gary Sweeting & Family, Tracey Rolle & Family, Evelina & Theola & Family, Ingrid Farrington & Family, Allison McQueen, Juaniko Sands, Merline Deshommes, Jennifer Delancy, Claire, Helene, Coleen, Nardo, Marilyn Adderley, Nadia Bethel, Indira Belle, Lakeisha Joffre, Mr. Romell Knowles & Family, Cranston Hanna & Family, Mark Gardiner & Family of Freeport, Marvin, Trevor, Rico & Terran Wood, Deborah Charlton & Family, Petula Carter & Family, Mr & Mrs Dudley Seide & Family of Freeport. Mr & Mrs Locksley Cartwright, Louise Coleby, Alethea Bain & Family. Louis Young, Jamal Gardiner, Charles Mackey, Brenda Smith and Family, Christopher Gould, Mr. & Mrs. Sean Williams, Jamie Taylor, Daron Culmer Sr., Family of The Late David Brown Sr., Whitney Flowers, Vano, Brazyl, Pj, Ashton, Tyson, CJ, Shaq, Lamone, Garic, MJ, Marlia, Mia, Ariella Muhlenkamp, Arthera Bain, Rachel Miller, Chakara Davis, Rev. Milton Lightbourne & Family of Ebenezar Methodist Church, New Redeemed Outreach Ministry, Church of God Pinewood Gardens, Kidz College Administration & Teachers, Unique Beauty Salon, Target Promotions, Airport Authority, Management & Staff of Albany Engineering Department & Albany Golf Pro Shop, C. W. Saunders Class of 1997, Pinewood Boys, The Five Pound Lot, St. James Road, Kemp Road and Kennedy Subdivison Community.
An Everlasting Legacy May we honor her memory by living as she did: reaching out with compassion, embracing challenges with grace, and cherishing each other with open arms. Rhonda Michelle Butler, your life was our blessing, and your love our compass. We carry you with us, always.
MUSICAL PRELUDE
PROCESSION OF FAMILY
OPENING SENTENCES | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
OPENING HYMN | “And Can It be”
And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Savior’s blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain— For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
’Tis mystery all: thee Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His Father’s throne above So free, so infinite His grace— Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam’s helpless race: ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains feel off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach thee eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
PASTORAL PRAYER | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
SPECIAL SELECTION | Glenroy Miller (Friend)
FIRST READING | Psalms 121:1-8 | Alyssa Roach (Cousin)
HYMN | “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior”
Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry, While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
(Chorus)
Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
Let me at a throne of mercy Find a sweet relief; Kneeling there in deep contrition, Help my unbelief.
Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by Thy grace.
Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in heav’n but Thee?
SOLO TRIBUTE | Sgt 471 Leonardo Miller (Family Friend)
AS I KNEW HER | Mr. Walt Saunders (Former Boss) Ingia Deveaux (Cousin)
MUSICAL TRIBUTE
SECOND READING | 1 Corinthians 15:50-58 | Duerre Thomas (Nephew)
REFLECTIONS (SOLO) | Bishop Earnest Sweeting (Friend)
OBITUARY | To be read in silence
HYMN | “When the Storm Passes Over”
In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face, While the storm howls above me, and there’s no hiding place. ‘Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry, Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
(Chorus)
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, Till the clouds roll forever from the sky; Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand, Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Many times Satan whispered, “There is no need to try, For there’s no end of sorrow, there’s no hope by and by” But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I’ll rise Where the storms never darken the skies.
When the long night has ended and the storms come no more, Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore; In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may I Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.
CONDOLENCES | Min. Dr. Cherry Simon (New Redeemed Outreach Ministry Int’l)
Prince Moore (Sr. Manager Albany Engineering)
Maurice Rolle (Fini/The Tie Rack)
Jonique Reckley (Customer)
SELECTION | Mr. Colyn Kristopher
MEDITATION | Rev. Milton Lightbourn
PRAYER FOR THE FAMILY | Apostle Dr. Ann Moss (Sr. Pastor New Redeem Outreach Ministry Int’l)
COMMENDATION | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
BENEDICTION | Rev. Milton Lightbourne
There was a time I travelled a lonely sinful road; Beneath a heavy burden bending low; But now all things are diff’rent, for Jesus took my load It’s alright now, I’m His I know.
(Chorus)
It’s alright now, for I am in my Saviour’s care
It’s alright now; my Saviour hears and answer’s prayer; He’ll walk beside me, ‘til I climb the heav’nly stair, And ev’rything is alright now
A-down a lonely pathway, without a friend to guide, I walked in sin and sorrow all alone
‘Til Jesus came and found me, and drew me to His side; It’s alright now, for I’m His own.
No more in sin I wander, no more in darkness roam, The Lord has placed my feet on higher ground; Each day new heights I’m gaining, my soul is nearing home, It’s alright now, I’m heaven bound.
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” — Psalm 73:26
From the moment Michelle came into this world, she brought a special light into my life. She was my child—my heart, my joy—and in her final season, it was my honor to be by her side. Every Saturday morning, I sat by her bedside to hold her hand, whisper prayers, and remind her she was never alone. Those moments were quiet yet filled with profound love—a mother caring for her child in the way only a mother can.
If I ever missed a visit, she would gently call, “Mom, where are you?” And I would come because nothing could keep me from being there for her. Our bond was unbreakable. Even in pain, she remained kind, thoughtful, and strong—qualities I will always admire.
As I say goodbye, I hold on to these words:
“Those we love don’t go away; they walk beside us every day… unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed, and forever dear.”
Michelle, your presence will forever remain in my heart. Rest now, my sweet daughter, in the arms of the Lord. I will love you always.
MOM
How do you begin to honor someone who has been your everything? My mother was not just a parent—she was my safe place. We lived together, worked side by side, and raised children and grandchildren together. Through every season, Mommy, you were my constant. You were the strongest woman I have ever known. You were grace wrapped in grit, facing life with a quiet fierceness and a heart full of love.
You raised Rissa and I, pouring everything you had into making sure we felt seen, supported, and loved. You helped raise my children too, never hesitating to step in when we needed you—even while you were fighting your own battles. I am so happy your one and only granddaughter got the chance to know her Nana! You always longed for a granddaughter—during my pregnancy you were like, “This better be a lil’ girl.” And that granddaughter—so young yet so caring—would say, “The only true love in this house is TT!” You knew we all loved you, but in your eyes, no love compared to your TT love.
Oh, how you fought these past nine months—with dignity, with courage, and with that unshakable spirit that defined you. Even when your body was tired, your love never wavered. You stayed strong for all of us, even when we did not know how you did it. Mommy, you had a beautiful balance: kind and nurturing, yet no-nonsense when life demanded it. You did not sugarcoat things, but you always spoke truth with a sweetheart. Your wisdom guided me, your love covered me, and your strength shaped me into the woman I am today.
Now my heart aches in your absence. This grief is deep, heavy, and painful. But woven into that grief is gratitude. I got to love you unconditionally. I got to know you. I got to pray with you—many nights crying in pain, and you always called me to pray. God was pleased that you trusted me with your prayers. I got to admire you through life’s highs and lows. Mommy, you knew me like no one ever will, and that bond—our bond—is unbreakable, even in death.
I find peace knowing you are no longer in pain, that you are resting, finally free from suffering. But I miss you with every breath. I will miss when you called me to pray, miss hearing “Yes, Tia,” and miss you teasing me with “Girl, what is your problem?” You were my rock, my heart, and my home.
Mommy, I will carry you with me always—in my words, in my memories, and in the way I love my children. Your legacy lives on in me and in all the lives you touched so deeply. Thank you, Mommy, for everything.
I love you always and forever!
Your First Born
I cannot believe this day has come. I never thought I would have to learn how to live this life without you. For 36 years and 6 months, you were always there for me. When I cried, you cried.
When I laughed, you laughed.
We shared each other’s sorrow and each other’s joy.
If it were up to us, you would still be here—but God had to do it His way.
Mommy, you taught me how to love without exception. You gave me the gift of unconditional love—a kind of love that forgives, endures, and stands firm despite all the odds.
You had a heart of gold—pure and true. You were warm and welcoming. You showed love to everyone you met. You even loved those who disliked you without cause.
Sweet girl, you were a blessing to many. Your kindness will forever be remembered.
As I write, I find myself continuously lost for words.
Mommy, I love you, and I thank you for always loving me and being there for me. You were my best, best friend. Who else will I share my scariest moments with, without judgment?
You were one of God’s strongest soldiers. I watched you fight and fight, until God was ready for you to stop. Mommy, I have never seen anyone endure as much as you did. And through every season, you held your head high and taught me to trust God—to believe that He is able, and greater than any doctor or man’s report. You trusted Him until the very end, and I will continue to trust Him.
I will miss how you always called on me to help—even if someone else was there. I will miss talking you through the pain, holding your hands, rubbing your legs, and praying with you.
One thing that brought you joy was knowing your girls knew how to pray. I remember you once said to me, “Why you does act like you can’t pray?” I was stunned. I had to ask if you had heard me before, and you said, “Yes, a few times when I got up in the night to check the house.” After that, whenever Tia did not do it, I would. Mommy, thank you for letting me care for you and stand by your side through it all. I will cherish our memories—always and forever.
With all my love, Your Clarissa
God looked around his garden and saw an empty space. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful; he only takes the best.
He saw the roads got to rough and the hills became too hard to climb. So, he closed your weary eyelids and whispered, “PEACE BE THINE”.
It broke my heart to see you go but you didn’t go alone. Part of me went with you the day God called you home.
Thank you, mommy, for always being there when I needed someone to call on. I forever thank you for all your wise and careful instructions that I took heed too. You were always the one to bring everyone together, you brought peace to our hearts. You taught us how to be loving and kind, but most of all you help taught me right from wrong!
I will forever Love you mommy, Monty
Mommy is what I affectionately called you!
Although you sleep in Heaven now, You’re not that far away;
My heart is full of memories, And you’re with me every day.
You lived your life with meaning
And a smile upon your face—
A world once full of happiness
Is now an empty place.
They say that only time
Can heal a broken heart,
But just like you and me, Mommy,
Mine has torn apart.
I know you’re at peace now In a place where you are free;
Meet me at the pearly gates
When Heaven calls for me.
You helped make me who I am today,
And you’ll continue to influence
The person I become tomorrow.
Every day, your legacy lives on through me.
Love, Dj
Our time together was special, So were the memories we made; And although you live in Heaven now, Those memories will never fade.
I bow my head in silence
And remember my sister with love, Knowing that you’re up there
Watching from above.
Every day’s a struggle, And nothing feels the same; My heart breaks a little more
Every time I hear your name.
You’ll always be remembered, And time may heal my heart, But a piece of me is missing
Since the day we had to part.
If Heaven is for angels, Then I know that’s where you’ll be— And I know you’ll be waiting When Heaven calls for me.
Your Loving Sister, Tanya
If flowers grow in heaven
On land that’s wild and free
Lord, place some in my sister’s arms
And tell her they’re from me
Please tell her that I Love her And miss her everyday
And tell her there’s still so much
That I would like like to say
Remembering her is easy
She’s in everything I do I miss her so much everyday
But I know she’s safe with you
If tears could build a stairway
Made from all the pain
I’d walk right up to heaven
And bring her back again
Lord, please take care of her
And I hope that she will see
That she was such a special person
And a special sister to me
Your Sister Cecilia
There are some people in life who leave footprints on our hearts, and you Shelly was one of them. You were unlike any other, one of a kind, extraordinary in ways words struggle to capture.
With a heart of gold and a spirit that shined so bright, you gave love freely and wholly. Your kindness was not just in your words, but in every action, every gesture, every sacrifice you made. Your love was deep, real, and beautifully unconditional.
You had a pure heart, one that radiated joy, laughter, and strength, even on the hardest days. You could find the good in the worst of moments, and you could make anyone feel special with just your presence. To know you was to be loved by you, and that love remains with us still.
Though you are no longer here, my heart holds onto you tightly. I miss you more than words can say. The pain of your absence is deep, but so is the gratitude for every moment we shared. You now rest in the arms of the Lord, and while I grieve your physical absence, I celebrate your eternal peace.
Sister, I will honor you for the rest of my life. I will speak your name, tell your stories, and live with the same love you gave so freely. You were and always will be in my heart.
A Life Remembered, A Love That Remains.
Love your Sis
Karen
By Her Niece “Serena”
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”
— Proverbs 31:25
From the age of six, when my world fell apart, You stepped right in with a mother’s heart. Not bound by blood, but love so true— Auntie, no one loved me quite like you.
Each Saturday morning, you’d take us to town, Shopping and smiling, never wearing a frown. We’d walk through stores, hand in hand, You gave us joy I still don’t understand.
You never had riches, but you gave your all, Answered every need, no matter how small. You worked and you sacrificed year after year, So I could chase dreams, while you wiped every tear.
Through college nights and growing pains, Through silent prayers and heartfelt strains, You gave when you had nothing left to give— You taught me faith and how to live.
There were times I stumbled, times I strayed, Yet your love for me never once decayed. You corrected with grace, with arms open wide, Your love never wavered—it only multiplied.
Though I called you “Aunt,” you were much more— The mother I needed, the one I adored. You stood in the gap, filled every space, With tender love and amazing grace.
“Well done, good and faithful one,” Your journey’s over, your crown is won. Heaven gained a jewel, forever bright, And I’ll carry your love into every night.
So rest now, Auntie, your work is through, But I’ll spend my whole life honoring you. And when I feel weak or lost or alone, I’ll remember the woman who gave me a home.
“An aunt is a little bit of parent, a little bit of teacher, and a whole lot of best friends.”
She wasn’t just my aunt — she was my second heart, The quiet strength, the steady start. She didn’t need to call me twice — I’d show up fast, no need to think twice.
When life grew heavy and days turned gray, I was her light — I found a way. Her eyes, her ears, her helping hand, Whatever she needed, I’d understand.
The kids and I would sing and sway, Bring joy and laughter to her day. Even in pain, she’d tap along, Smiling softly through each song.
Our last vacation, 2024 — Now feels like memories I’ll keep evermore. Her laugh, her look, her quiet grace, Still dances through each photo’s face.
Every Sunday, like a sacred tune, She’d call by morning or by noon: “You bringing my food?” she’d sharply ask, And I’d show up — my weekly task.
At her bedside, she’d still teach, Her love still firm within arm’s reach:
“Control that temper — hold your flame, Don’t let the small things stake their claim.”
But oh, the ache I hold inside — That I couldn’t take her pain or pride. I’d have traded places in a breath, To shield her from the sting of death.
And just before she went away, She smiled like she had more to say.
“One more errand,” she softly teased, Then slipped away, her soul released.
Now I walk with that ache in my chest, Still trying to honor her final request. Not knowing what that task might be, But carrying it — her last gift to me.
So, rest now, Auntie, you’ve done your part. You live forever in my heart. You showed me love, you gave me light, And I’ll keep shining — day and night.
FROM YOUR ONE AND ONLY SHANNIE
There will never be a replica of you! Your sacrificial traits, caring nature, unselfish devotion, and patient love for others made you one of a kind.
You did your best in helping mold and shape everyone you came in contact with, and for that many of us are grateful.
“Michelle,” as you were affectionately called, you were one of life’s rarest gems. Although you were very soft-spoken, you had a powerful influence—whether big or small, your memory will live on.
A woman full of style and grace, take your rest, beautiful.
We love you, but God loves you best.
— Cousin Cheryl
This is a bittersweet moment as I write to honor the life of a remarkable woman — my stepmom, my confidante, my second mother in every way that mattered.
From childhood into adulthood, she was my constant. She loved me as her own and embraced my children as her grandchildren, with no hesitation, no conditions — just pure love. She was the kind of woman whose presence made you feel safe, heard, and deeply cared for.
She may have never held the official title of “wife,” but she lived in that role fully — with loyalty, quiet strength, and an unshakeable commitment that spoke louder than any title ever could. She was devoted, selfless, and always carried herself with the elegance and grace that earned her the nickname I fondly gave her — “Lady Pindling.” Regal in spirit, humble in heart, and always well spoken, she moved with authority and endless dignity.
She was my safe space. I would always call and ask, “Can you talk?” If Daddy was around, she would whisper, “No, I’ll call you back,” because she knew I was calling to pour out my heart and burden her with my issues. Michelle was one person I could vent to about anything and everything — and it never left her lips. When I was wrong, she would tell me so — whether gently or harshly — but never in judgment. Her love corrected without condemning. She saw me for who I was, flaws and all, and still loved me fully. Sometimes she would say, “Girl, you have ways like ya pa,” and we would laugh it off.
What made her truly special was her forgiving heart. Even those who wronged her were greeted with grace and a smile, not grudges. She chose to rise above the odds and lived with a peace that can only come from deep inner strength.
Despite her medical battles, she remained steadfast. She would always keep her sickness a secret from me because she knew I would overreact by questioning everything regarding her illness — also because I never wanted that image or thought to be my last memory of her. I always assumed she would bounce back — because she always did. She fought with quiet courage and unwavering faith. She was always blessed — and she was a blessing. She gave and gave, never asking for anything in return.
Rest peacefully, my Lady Pindling. The kind of woman whose legacy will outlive her, because it’s rooted in the hearts of those she touched. Michelle’s life was a testimony of grace, love, and strength. We’ll carry her spirit with us… always. I love you.
-Melissa
Michelle always knew I had no problem with expressing myself, especially through writing. I can hear her right now: “Jesus, Flowers, all of this?” lol. But she knew that when I did write, I was speaking from my heart. So, I write this tribute in your honor. When I first met Michelle, I saw someone who was soft-spoken, very ladylike, kind, and full of love. She had this calm way about her that just made you feel safe to talk about anything. Even though she gave you space to express yourself, she would always tell you the truth— especially when you were wrong. She did not sugarcoat things, but it always came from a place of love. She came into my life during a time when I was transitioning from my early twenties to a young man, and I honestly believe God placed her here for a reason. There was something about her that felt steady. She made you feel like whatever problem you had—no matter how big—you could bring it to her, and somehow, she would make it better. She would leave you with peace, love, and an unexplainable sense of hope, making you believe that everything would be okay. I will never forget when I was preparing to join the Police Force—I did not have much, not even a proper suit—and Michelle stepped in and bought me my first black suit. She sent me to Maurice at Fini/The Tie Rack, and when I got there, he just looked at me and said, “Michelle said, you need a black suit?” I had no money in my pocket, but I said, “Yes, sir.” That suit still means a lot to me ten years later, and every time I put it on, I think of her. Michelle was someone that I never saw have a bad day when it came to dressing. No matter what she wore, she always stood out, exuding an elegant, royal look. Just as she loved to dress, she always made sure that those around her were dressed also. Especially all the young men who came around her, she always ensured they were in a suit when it was needed.
I am happy I was able to experience that mother’s love from Michelle. The relationship that she and I shared was unmatched. She held me close to her, especially when it came
to certain business ideas and decisions—most times, she ensured she contacted me to gauge my professional opinion, to see if it was a good idea, or to get my approval. I valued those times because they spoke to the level of respect, love, and faith she had in what I had to say. I started to truly see how deeply she loved her family when Tia and I first started dating. I will never forget how excited she was to find out that Tia was going on dinner dates—without even knowing it was me she was dating! She was genuinely happy for her and prayed that the guy would be the right man for both her and her boys. She wanted her daughter to be happy, but more than that, she wanted her to be safe and loved. I remember when I asked for Tia’s hand in marriage—she gave me that look and the silent treatment only a mother can give, lol. She had questions—real ones: “Are you two really ready for this?” “Why do you want to marry my daughter?” I did not have the perfect answers, but I understood where she was coming from. She was being a mom—a protector. She loved her children with everything in her, and she was not about to let anyone hurt them. However, even with all her doubts, she found it in her heart to give us her blessing, and I will always be grateful for that. Moreover, even though we did not always see eye-to-eye in the beginning, she never stopped loving me. God allowed her to see what she had prayed for—that her daughter had someone who was going to take care of her and their children. I thank God that she lived to see that.
Michelle, I want you to know that Tia is your twin. She exemplifies the same quality traits as you. That same soft-spoken voice, loving and caring heart, strong and no-nonsense personality - yes, she likes to dress up like you, too. Moreover, you can depend on her in so many ways, just like many of us depend on you. I thank you for blessing me with a marriage, and as I promised before, I will now
promise that I will continue to take care of her and your grandchildren. I am especially thankful for the time we spent together in Florida. That visit gave us the space to talk heart-to-heart. I will never forget the tears rolling down your face as you told me how proud you were of me. You said you had watched me grow through everything I had been through and how happy you were for Tia and me. You talked about how blessed you felt to see your grand-baby, TT, and with a smile, you said, “Flowers, that little girl is something else.” I can still hear your voice every time I think about it. That day, I got to tell you thank you. I got to apologize for any hurt I may have caused, and you forgave me. We laughed, and I reminded you that I will always protect my family. That is my job— that is my heart.
So, you can rest, knowing they are safe with me. Thank you, Michelle—for creating that safe space when I needed it most. For loving your daughter, your grandchildren, and even me with that deep, motherly love. Thank you for believing in us and for being the beautiful soul you were. You will always be my mother-in-law—but more than that, you will always be part of me.
Rest easy now. I got them
Love, Your Son-in-Law
There’s a line that is drawn through the ages
On that line stands an old rugged cross
On that cross, a battle is raging
Or the gain a man’s soul or it’s loss
On one side, march the forces of evil
All the demons, and all the devils of hell
On the other, the angels of glory
And they meet on Golgotha’s hill
The earth shakes with the force of the conflict
And the sun refuses to shine
There hangs God’s son, in the balance
And then through the darkness he cries
It is finished, the battle is over
It is finished, there’ll be no more war
It is finished, the end of the conflict
It is finished and Jesus is Lord
Yet in my heart, the battle was raging
Not all prisoners of war had come home
These were battlefields of my own making
I didn’t know that the war had been won
Then I heard the king of the ages
Had fought all the battles for me
And that victory was mine for the claiming
And now praise his name, I am free
It is finished, the battle is over
It is finished, there’ll be no more war
It is finished, the end of the conflict
It is finished and, Jesus is Lord
There will be a happy meeting in heaven I know, When we see the many loved ones we’ve known here below, Gather on the blessed hill-tops with hearts all aglow, That will be a glad reunion day.
Chorus
Glad day, a wonderful day, Glad day, a glorious day
There with all the holy angels and loved ones to stay, That will be a glad reunion day.
There within the holy city we’ll sing and rejoice, Praising, Christ the blessed Saviour with heart and with voice, Tell Him how we came to love Him and make Him our choice, That will be a glad reunion day.
When we’ve lived a million years in that wonderful place, Basking in the love of Jesus, beholding His face, It will seem but just a moment of praising His grace, That will be a glad reunion day.
From the bottom of our hearts, we, the family of Rhonda Michelle Butler, want to thank each and every one of you. In one of the hardest moments of our lives, you showed up—with your prayers, your calls, your visits, and your kind words. Whether you sent a card, a floral arrangement, or simply held us up in your thoughts, please know that you helped carry us through. Michelle was someone who touched lives with quiet strength, elegance, and unwavering love. So many of you were part of that story. Seeing how many hearts she reached—how many people showed up for her—has reminded us just how big her love really was. Thank you for being here today to celebrate her life, her spirit, and the beautiful memories we now hold so dear. As we continue her legacy, know that your support has meant the world to us.
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