Sunrise: APRIL 16, 1932 Sunset: DECEMBER 22, 2017 Words of Thanks Perhaps you sent a lovely card, or sat quietly in a chair. Perhaps you sent a floral piece, if so, we saw it there. Perhaps you were not there at all, But just thought of us all day. Whatever you did to console our hearts, We thank you so, whatever the part. The Family Pall Bearers Scott Hunt Mike Love Jeffery Fleming, Sr. Brian Carman Jeffery Fleming, Jr. Terry Williams, Jr. Professional Services Entrusted B Servicing the Needs of Families 199 Jamestown Mall Florissant, MO 63034 9480 Lewis and Clark Blvd. Jennings, MO 63136 (314) 741-2444 baucomspreciousmemories.com SATURDAY, DECEMBER 30, 2017, 12:00P.M. THIRD PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH 9990 Lewis & Clark Blvd. St. Louis, MO 63136 REV. CEDRIC A. PORTIS, SR. Pastor/Officiating
Processional...Family & Friends Greeting & Prayer... Denise Heard (Fleming) Holy Scripture Reading Old Testament...Alsaphone Hunt New Testament...Minister Marva Miles Song Selection Better Days (Audio)... Diana Reeves Reading of Poem...Sky Hunt Open Remarks/Acknowledgements (2 minutes each)...family & Friends Life Reflections (Read silently)... Soft Music Song Selection...Minister Marva Miles Eulogy...Rev. Cedric A. Portis, Sr. Closing Prayer...Rev. Cedric A. Portis, Sr. Benediction Recessional Cremation Repast Church Dining Hall This obituary is not big enough to reflect on the Life of Ethel Bernice Hunt, however, we put in as much information that we could share of her life journey. Ethel Bernice Hunt, 85 years of age, was born April 16, 1932 in Shannon, Mississippi, to Albert Sr. and Beatrice (Dixon) Hunt. On Friday, December 22, 2017, the Lord called Ethel Bernice Hunt to Glory. She was the fourth child of five. She joined both her parents and siblings, Ruth Thomas, Calvin and Norma Jean Hunt. She also had two step brothers, William and James. She was raised in St. Louis, MO where she graduated from Vashon High School in 1950. She then continued her education at Michigan State University. After college, she started her own family, raising four children of her own. She retired from St. Louis Braid Co., after forty years of dedicated service. She had the biggest heart, looking out for others all the time and her home was always opened for all. Her most famous saying was Have you helped someone along their way today. She never met a stranger and she was always the Life of the party. Ethel Bernice Hunt leaves to cherish many loving memories: her children, three daughters, Bridgette Hunt of St. Louis, MO, Gina (Jeffery, Sr.) Fleming of Stone Mountain, GA, and Lisa (Brian, Sr.) Duncan of Lawrenceville, GA and one son, Tracy Hunt; nineteen grandchildren, nineteen great grandchildren; one brother, Albert (Velma) Hunt, Sr. of St. Louis, MO; and a host of nieces and nephews, as well as a multitude of children she raised and took care of. She may be gone but never forgotten to many. She loved her family and friends, always giving praise to her Daddy God!!! We all can honor and cherish her legacy by helping someone along their way today.
My Mom s Request By Bridgette Hunt (Daughter) Please don t say I gave up, but I gave in. Now I am going home to be with my Daddy God. Don t worry about me anymore, I have made it home now. Don t talk about what could have been, it s over and it s done. Don t just remember the good times, but remember the bad times, too. For life is full of many things, some happy and some sad. I am at peace and my soul is at rest. A Poem from Tanisha Logan (Great Niece) My heart is alive, again when you come to my heart dance with me. Touch my heart, fill my silent cry, please disencumber mine by my dark prison. I come with you in your paradise, dance with me just for five minutes, please dance with Love, Miss Muffet A Poem to My Great Grandmother Composed by: Sky Hunt (14 years old) Skylark (her Great Grandmother given name) WHAT IS IT LIKE? Sitting in the middle of a stark white room with padded walls content with everything around you No need for anyone to talk to or a lighted screen to see through Not needing a big group or even a close crew at your side hanging by a tether on your every word To simply be in an area and listen to anything without being offended or striking a chord Listening to everything in your surroundings being aware yet oblivious Being appreciative of just being, Just seeing, Appeased with breathing Discovering the best in the ones within your magnitude of positivity Digging beneath their skin and uncovering the possibility of compassion, distraction, maybe creativity The world may never know, Things they themselves may never even agree to show Brought to the surface by a mysteriously hidden yet observant, undeniable crow Unknown yet all knowing Radiating the ambiance of light that those grope for in their darkness Awaiting, generating the hope and kindness everyone desires Composing emotional wildfires in the forests of festering negativity In the most silent of all buildings collapsing beneath you, yet still finding a reason for festivity Being a ray of light that no one has come searching for but end up finding anyway Internalizing the essence of a solar star that burns immensely but refuses to collapse in on itself Diffracting from its foretold future Staring into an endless abyss only to find bliss or happiness Not a single joint moved, Still as a statue with a mind racing No need for pacing in a life where you walk on air To others thinking only What a life to bear? But honestly you couldn t care, could you? Your only predetermined task is to do what you do Without a single person s approval Being the life of a party in a crowded room of competitors Only to rise higher adding fuel to your fire Burning brighter than any other fighter Smiling the whole way through because it s just what you do What was it like doing what you do? It s the question that my great grandmother knew the answer to -if the night could talk