July 30, 1923
Saturday, April 24,2010
Church o/Our Father Missionary Baptist Church
5333 Seven Mile Road
Bernard Byles, Pastor
NANCY'S DEDICATION IN MEMORIAM OF AUNT EDNA STATON
Loving memories we will never forget,
After my mother passed away, Aunt Edna was like my mother. I would call her on all the
On July 30, 1923, God Said: "Let there be Edna Mae Spikes." She was the youngest child of six born to Mars and Nancy Spikes in Sidon, Mississippi.
She attended school and upon becoming an adult, she moved to Detroit, Michigan where she met and married Silas Staton in 1946. To this union there were no children, but she helped her sister, Gracie raise her children-one of whom was named Anna. They took Anna and raised her as their own.
Edna confessed a hope in Christ at an early age and united with church of Our Father Missionary Baptist over 40 years ago and remained a faithful member until her health declined. Throughout the years, she had served on the Culinary Ministry, Missionary Ministry, Senior Usher Board and the Sunday School Ministry. Her willing Spirit was always ready to help when needed.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Silas in 1999, her parents: Mars and Nancy Spikes, two brothers: Hollis and John Spikes, three sisters: Rosa Spikes, Gracie Mae Burton, Irada Mays, and her niece, Anna in 2000.
She leaves to cherish here memories her sister-in-law, Mae Williams of Bronx, New York; a host of nieces and nephel4/s who loved her dearly; her neighbors; church family; god-son, Ivory McAllister and a very dear friend, Catherine Jackson who cared for her at home.
I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning ... to the end.
He noted that frrst came her date of birth, and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars ... the house ... the cash,
what matters most is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard ... are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile ...
Remembering that this special dash, might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash ...
would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?