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Her Hand
by Maggie Pittman
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath,
Her hands help to guide me as I took my first step,
Her hands held me close when tears would start to fall,
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of all.
Her hands help to guide me as I took my first step,
Her hands held me close when tears would start to fall,
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of all.
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A Family Tribute to Laura Jean Ockletree Floyd
by Dorothy Charles
Banks
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| Laura Jean Ockletree Floyd |
Laura
Jean Ockletree was the first daughter born to Marie Ockletree. The special bond
between mother and child commenced the day Laura came into the world one early
morning October 6, 1960. Marie recalls her joy at becoming a mother. The tiny
baby that she held in her arms was her precious pride and joy.
Marie recalls
that her baby girl taught her how to be a mother; how to be responsible at 18.
She had the hands and love filled heart to guide and push her child through her
teenage years, through womanhood; eventually watching her experience marriage
and motherhood.
When
Laura and J.D. Floyd got married two children were born from that union:
Jonathan and Whitney, her first born daughter.
It
goes without saying that first born sons and daughters are stealers of their
parents’ hearts. No other child in the world is cuter or smarter. Even though Laura
gave birth to a daughter, when she adopted her
six months old niece, it was like giving birth to another daughter. That’s how
tightly she embraced
the baby girl born to her sister Everea.
Sharita
Ockletree was born with multiple problems, but Laura did not see a baby that
was less than a perfect. Love ruled. Laura’s love was not going to let this
fragile baby girl get entangled in a state system that would have stifled her
life, and her growth. The bond between these two was unbreakable. They were
each other’s world.
The
Bible tells us that our days are numbered. They are few and full of trouble. We
enter the world like a flower and then fade away, says the Bible. Those
numbered days begin at conception. Death is the dreaded enemy that stepped
forward when Laura’s number was posted on God’s bulletin board. Death, despite
being a part of life, has the power to snatch all joy and happiness in the
blink of an eye.
Just
like Marie vividly remembers the day Laura was born, she remembers the day Laura
was taken from her, a mere 37 days after her 58th birthday. Marie’s
protecting hands could not grab Laura out of death’s jaws. Whether it was
intuition or God preparing for a death in the family, Marie began having dreams
about Laura. Her self-analysis of the dreams were troubling. She prayed and
talked to God, asking him to take her, “not my child.” As a mother she was
ready to exchange her number for Laura’s. Parents tend to reason that their
children should bury them, not the other way around. After Laura’s death Marie’s
dreams stopped.
“On the day I learned of her death, all I could say is, ‘No! No! No, not my baby!’ When I saw her lying on the floor, not moving and cold, I had a feeling of disbelief. When the coroner put her on the gurney, they let us say our last good-bye. I couldn’t accept her death. I still haven’t.”
Following the usual holiday routine, Laura planned on going to Marie’s house for Thanksgiving. Because Marie is the better cook everyone gathered to her house. Together,
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Laura |
Sadly,
Laura had another unforeseen date that she had to keep; a date that was planned
in advance long, long ago. On November 12, 2018 she departed this earth,
sealing her predetermined destiny.
Although Laura has traveled “up yonder” to meet her Lord, memories of her spirit will live on
through family and friends, many of whom spoke glowingly of her at the funeral.
Her sons recalled memories of their mother, paying emotional tributes; acquaintances recalled the friend
who was always ready to help them when they needed it. Laura's former pastor recalled her determination
and drive to increase the church’s membership, which she did. Her mother Marie is already missing the
daily phone calls and conversations. Despite of her physical loss she still have years of memories
to hang onto.
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| Laura (right) with son and daughter Whitney and Quincy |
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Oldest daughter Whitney and Laura 
Chris, Laura's son
Jonathan, Laura's son
Replica of funeral program
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In Loving Memory of
Laura Jean Ockletree Floyd Sunrise October 6, 1960 Sunset November 12, 2018 For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. Sot then, whether we live or die, we are the Lord's. Romans 14:8
Saturday, November
17, 2018 12:00 PM
King Tears Mortuary Chapel 1300 East 12th Street Austin, Texas 78702 Officiant Rev. Robert Paul Jacks
Order of Service
Processional Clergy, Casket, Bearers and Family
Scripture
Reading Rev. Robert Paul Jacks
Prayer Rev. Robert Paul Jacks
A Family
Tribute Quincy Ockletree
Remarks Please limit to 2 minutes
Musical Selection "His Eye is on the
Sparrow"
Eulogy Rev. Robert Paul Jacks
Recessional
"Goin' Up Yonder"
Casket Bearers
Christopher Ockletree Quincy Ockletree
Drailand Bell Jose
Castelan
A.G. Green Fontae Ockletree
Honorary Casket Bearers
Caleb Kerr
Clinton "C.J." Kerr
Eric Moran
Clinton Kerr
Family Acknowledge
Our
family extends our sincere appreciation for the heartfelt condolences and
prayers extended to us. Our hearts have been warmed by your expressions of love
and concern.
Internment
Cooks-Walden Capital Parks
14501 N IH-35 Pflugerville, Texas |
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