Momma Hen

“I believe from what I have been told you will be doing in heaven what you enjoyed doing here on earth. That is why JE tells me the Lord won’t be having me working cattle because he knows I can’t…lol I will be cooking or rocking babies…” November 19th 2021 10:58 am

I know who’s rocking babies this morning, right after she got the hug of all hugs from her savior, Jesus Christ, as He welcomed and ushered her through the gates of Heaven.

I am mourning one of my dearest friends this morning. I called her Momma Hen but two people just called her momma, and eight more called her Mamaw. She celebrated 39 years of marriage on Monday to a man she knew was hers from the time she was nine years old.

I’ve only known her since I started Co-op, in 2001.

Susan has been the secretary for Jefferson Co SWCD since December 1st, 2015. She comes from a farming family, and canned dozens of quarts of vegetables and jams every year from their huge garden. At one time they had broiler houses in Sevier County but had moved to Jefferson and concentrated on raising polled Hereford cattle, corn, and putting up hay and silage.

It was easy to talk about God and faith with her, as she was such a strong believer. To know her was to know the Lord and watch how steadfast a completely convicted person could operate in the face of cancer. I know her most fervent wish is that you would ask the Lord into your heart and be saved by the blood of Jesus. I would be remiss to only ask for prayers for the family at this time. Susan would want you to pray for the lost, and for yourself. And she also pleaded to spread the word that if you have a lingering cough, get to a pulmonologist. Please pray for those of us that are left here to grieve and know that she left a legacy in the name of friendship and prevailing kindness above all. She was love personified.

I didn’t visit her while she’s been sick, out of fear of carrying in some respiratory virus I wouldn’t even know I was harboring. I regret that. I regret not being as good of a friend to her as she was to me.

I’m thankful I know where she is, and I’m thankful she knows how much she was loved. She was so easy to love. I’m also immensely grateful she never lost her appetite! I’ve laughed many times in the last two weeks as she shared a report of her daily menu.

To say I will miss her is a horrible understatement.