|NONA E. CLEVENGER RATLIFF
Sister Nona Clevinger Ratliff was born in Buchanan County, Virginia to the late Bert and Casada Woods
Clevinger in 1911. Sister Nona was a quiet and humble Christian who honored her vows she took in this life. In
1941 she gave her life to God and became a member of the Bethlehem Old Regular Baptist Church. Her first
husband, Lonzo Farmer, passed away in 1942 and she married James T. Ratliff and was blessed to be with
him until his death in 1987. God blessed Nona with six children, two sons and four daughters. She is survived
by two of her loving daughters, Ruby Epling and Aileen Blackburn. Her faith in God allowed her to be a devoted
wife, a loving mother and a respected grandmother to 48 grandchildren and several great grandchildren.
Blessed with a long life, she was also preceded in death by five sisters and three brothers. One sister, Sister
Evelyn Clevinger, and one brother, Junior Clevinger, are left to mourn her passing.
Sister Nona bore the patience of life and death by living on, as many she loved passed from this earth. Now
we, her family and brothers and sisters in Christ, who have walked with her for 93 years on this earth and for
over 52 years in church, must patiently await our reunion with her in a better land far beyond the pains of this
I am glad that in my life in the Church I was blessed to know her and love her, to see her beautiful smile, and to
feel her soft embrace which was delivered in every encounter. She will be missed for a season, but soon I
believe we will meet again.
Written by her Brother in Christ, Elder Billie Campbell
|MISS ME – BUT LET ME GO
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long,
Ana not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know.
Ana bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.