JOHNS CHOATE, Martha
Martha Kenney Johns Choate, 76, of Resaca, died Friday, October 2, 2020, following a battle with cancer.
Martha was born in Kingston, GA on January 25, 1944, daughter of the late Grover Keeney and Bertha Quarles Kenney. Prior to retirement, Martha was employed by Mohawk Industries. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband(s) Dennis Patterson and Wesley Johns and by two sons; Daryl and David Johns.
Survivors include; two sons; Dennis Patterson Jr of Resaca and Mike Johns of Sugar Valley, daughter; Susan Pasley, sister; Claire Kilgore of Plainville, grandchildren; Daryl Patterson, Steven Patterson, Phillip Johns, Wesley Johns, great-grandchildren; Madison, Makensey, and Kelson Patterson, along with nieces, nephews and other relatives.
There will be no formal service. It was Mrs. Choate’s wishes to be cremated and placed beside her husband, Wesley Johns at Mt. Zion Baptist Church Cemetery near Resaca.
The family would like to thank Melissa Green who loved and cared for Martha in her home, they are eternally grateful.
The Brannon family and staff are honored to serve the family of Martha Kenney Johns Choate of Resaca.
SMILE BECAUSE HE LIVED
You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him, or you can be full of the love that you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember him and only that he is gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn back, or you can do what he would want: Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
— Author Unknown
REMEMBER ME Remember me in quiet days, while raindrops whisper on your pane. But in your memories have no grief, let just the joy we knew remain. Remember me when evening stars look down on you with steadfast eyes. Remember if once you wake to catch a glimpse of red sunrise. And when your thoughts do turn to me, know that I would not have you cry. But live for me and laugh for me, when you are happy, so am I. Remember an old joke we shared; remember me when spring walks by. Think once of me when you are glad, and while you live, I shall not die.
— Author Unknown
“Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen ... yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.”
— Bradley Whitford