ROBERSON, Betty Beatrice
Mrs. Betty Beatrice Roberson, age 90, of Aragon, passed away on Monday, Oct. 21, 2019, at her residence.
Mrs. Roberson was born in Rome, Georgia on Aug. 15, 1929, daughter of the late Joseph Franklin Blair and the late Ruby Stone Blair. She was also preceded in death by a granddaughter, Dusti Edwards, and by a son-inlaw, Mike Siniard. Mrs. Roberson worked for several years at Lindale Mill. She was a member of Eden Valley Baptist Church and was a former member of the Wax Community Homemakers Club. Mrs. Roberson loved doing all kinds of needlework and crafts. She was an avid outdoors person who loved KXQWLQJ DQG ¿VKLQJ 6KH DQG Mr. Roberson volunteered as a Hostess at numerous State Parks across the country, including in Wyoming where they lived for 10 years.
Survivors include her husband, Marvin Randolph “Randy” Roberson; four daughters, Wanda Southerland (Michael), Silver Creek, Patricia Siniard, Aragon, Donna Long (Steve, Gulf Shores, AL, and Penny Morrow (Robert), Rome; eight grandchildren; three step-grandchildren; 23 great grandchildren; three greatgreat grandchildren.
Graveside services will be held on Thursday, Oct. 24, 2019, at noon at Wax Cemetery. Her son-in-law, the Rev. Michael Southerland, ZLOO RI¿FLDWH
Henderson & Sons Funeral Home, South Chapel, has charge of the funeral arrangements.
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
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
— Flavia Weedn