OBITUARIES
KEENE, Josephine Knapp
Josephine Knapp Keene, 96, of Lafayette Georgia, wife of the late John Hayes Keene, died Monday, January 2, 2023 surrounded by her loving family.
Mrs. Keene was born in August 4, 1926. She was the daughter of Joseph and - dren and grew up on the Knapp Family homestead on Florida Hill Road. Mrs. from the State of Florida as and understanding.
Mrs. Keene is survived by his wife Anna, Joel Keene her husband Zen. Grandsons, Justin Quillen and his wife Amy, Joe Stephenson and his and his wife Brandi, William Granddaughters, Shannon her husband Kevin, Jennifer and her husband Josh, Jodie Vergara and her husband Elizabeth Knapp and Patti - Josephine, Timmy, Layla, and Andrew.
In addition to her beloved husband of 57 years, Mrs. by four brothers, Joseph “Bob” Knapp, Edward - “Plum” Molinaro.
Mrs. Keene, “Franny”, was the most amazing mother and grandmother. She put others before herself and helped out in any way she - - - out her. She will be missed terribly.
The Keene Family would for Josephine while she was with them. - terment will be at a later date
Earle Rainwater Funeral - ment for the family.
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
I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand by my grave and weep, for I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am diamonds that glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush of am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.
— Author Unknown