Cora Smith

      Cora Smith departed this life on Thursday, May 5,
2005, making her stay here on earth 75 years, 3 months
and 10 days. She was born on Monday, November 25,
1929 at Hueysville, Kentucky to the late Siddie Reed
Hughes and James Hughes.
     She is survived by her husband, Kelly Smith; three daughters, Sharon Lynn Martin (Madison),
Sandra Jean Abner (Dan), and Redith Ann Ryner; two sons, David
Kelly Smith (Ramona) and Rickey Dean Smith (Missy); ten grandchildren,
Daniel, Teresa Ann, Kelly Denise, Brennin, Erin, Amanda,
Paul David, Brandy, Ryan and Angelina; and six great grandchildren,
Justin, Zack, Sidney Marie, McKinsey, Marley and Jate Lee.
She was preceded in death by three brothers, James Vernon, Arnold
and Curtis; and two sisters, Exie and Bobby Jean. Her funeral was
held at Ball Branch Old Regular Baptist Church at Mousie, Kentucky,
on Sunday, May 8, 2005 at 1:00 p.m. Officiating were Jerry
Manns and Earl Slone. She was buried in the Smith Family Cemetery
at Mousie.
     Kelly and Cora were married 58 years on October 17, 2004. She
was a devoted wife and mother. She was a housewife, worked as an
aide at a nursing home and cared for the elderly. Her greatest love
was caring for her babies, her own children, grandchildren or her
great grandchildren. She had such great love for her neighbors and
was always willing to help them. She cared for all of God’s creations
- her favorites being her cats and pet goats. Mom was sick for twelve
years and in the Hindman Nursing Home for the past 11 months.
Mom endured her illness and confinement to bed with such dignity
and strength and faced death boldly. She was the strongest, most
courageous Lady I have ever known. Dad visited the nursing home
daily to hold her hand and tell her he loved her. Many times when I
saw Mom laying and suffering I would say, “It’s okay to go and you’ll
wake up in the arms of Jesus”. So sleep on beautiful lady, we’ll see
you in the morning.

     Written by her daughter, Sharon Lynn

God looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best
He knew that you were suffering
He knew that you were in pain
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, “Peace be thine”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.