Sunday, February 13, 2011

Mimi's Obituary

This is one of the sweetest obituaries I've ever read. Maybe that's because she really was one of the sweetest ladies I'll ever know. Just wanted to post it so I'll have it forever.

Mildred Allan Neal Dickey, fondly known as Millie by her friends and Mimi by her grandchildren and great grandchildren, went to be with her Lord February 9th. She was born in Highland, AR to Helena Erwin Neal and George W. Neal on February 19, 1918. Millie began school in Murfreesboro at age four where they lived until they moved to Little Rock where her father, an attorney, became assistant Secretary of State and later served two terms as State Land Commissioner. She attended Central High school and after moving to California graduated from Santa Monica High School. Millie then attended Santa Monica Junior College and later came back to Arkansas to attend Hendrix where she was a Hendrix Beauty for two years. After college, she taught school for three years at Bayou Meta. In 1941, she married George “Skeeter” Dickey in Chicago, where he was playing ball for the Chicago White Sox. After an exciting life as a ballplayer's wife, Skeeter and Millie moved back to Little Rock to raise their family. Millie, along with Lib Winger and Jane Critz, were instrumental in bringing Bible Study Fellowship to Little Rock. Millie never missed an opportunity to share her faith with others and had the privilege of leading many people to the Lord. She never thought of herself first, but spent her life in the service of others. Millie loved to laugh, to dance and to travel all over the world. She loved her friends and her church, Fellowship Bible. Millie had a smile that would light up any room she ever walked into. Millie was the proverbial southern lady. Even in her last days, she was more concerned with those around her than her own discomfort. Millie was preceded in death by her husband Skeeter, her parents and her identical triplet brothers, Tom, Dick and Harry, whom she adored, and her beloved cousin Geraldine Cannon. She is survived by a son George William Dickey, Joye Dickey Cook (Mack) and Mary Allan Dickey Bain (Jim). Grandchildren Mary Neal Cook Bridges, Sam Cook, Nathan Cook (Jami), Elizabeth Cook Johnson (Danny), Mary Virginia Bain Grandle (Reid), George Bain and Eleanor Bain. Great Grandchildren Caroline Bridges Peeples (Will), Susan Bridges, Mack Cook, Cash Cook, Jake Cook, Anna Cook, Mary Daniel Johnson and Lily Johnson. The last four years of Millie's life were spent in the care of her daughter Joye and her husband Mack. She was surrounded by her family with love and laughter and many happy times. She has left us all with a great legacy never to be forgotten: Love God first, then your family, serve others, share what you have, never judge another and to especially have a sense of humor. We want to acknowledge her cousin who was more like a sister, Jessamine Wilson, her best friend of nearly eighty years, Ella Ruth Roberts Davis and her dear and loyal friend Marie Freeling. There will be a private family burial and a public celebration service held at Fellowship Bible Church Chapel Tuesday February 15th at 1:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made in honor of Millie's daughter Mary Allan Bain to Alzheimer's Arkansas at 10411 West Markham, Suite 130, Little Rock, AR 72205.


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Remembering my Mimi

My Mimi went Home to Jesus last night, just 10 days before her 93rd birthday. I can only imagine the celebration that was had when she arrived.

Some day the silver cord will break,

And I no more as now shall sing;

But oh, the joy when I shall wake

Within the palace of the King!

And I shall see Him face to face,

And tell the story—Saved by grace;

And I shall see Him face to face,

And tell the story—Saved by grace.

Some day my earthly house will fall.

I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;

But this I know—my All in All

Has now a place in Heav’n for me.

Some day, when fades the golden sun

Beneath the rosy tinted west,

My bless├Ęd Lord will say, “Well done!”

And I shall enter into rest.

Some day: till then I’ll watch and wait,

My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,

That when my Savior opens the gate,

My soul to Him may take its flight.