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The Life of a Rose My mom was so special and one of a kind. She loved being a mother and was very nurturing, not just to her own children but anyone's children. My friends clung to her growing up and would rather spend time with her than at their own home. She had a servant's heart and would never say no or turn down a person in need. Making stops at the local mission to help feed the homeless, barbequing for and feeding the whole congregation at our church picnics and giving neighbors fresh produce from our garden were all the norms. Growing up our home was always an open and welcoming place for visitors. We fed and hosted a Kids Choir from Africa. I'll never forget when our living room was filled with over 20 kids and their directors in sleeping bags on the floor. We rehabilitated 4 homeless people. One of them lived with us for nearly 7 years. Vince was a very broken and hurt man when we first met but slowly over time his hard heart changed, and the transformation was amazing. He was part of our family and like a brother to me. Mom taught me the value of earning your keep. She was the repair man, the gardener, the caregiver, the teacher, the chauffeur, the chef, the accountant and an all-around jack of all trades. I've never seen anyone have such a strong work ethic as she did. So gifted with her hands, artwork and crafting were second nature to her. She adored animals, loved to be surrounded by nature and didn't have a favorite color. As long as it was pretty, that was good enough for her. She always complimented and admired people's "outfits," had a hilarious sense of humor, collected diecast cars and loved to eat good food. Her favorites were barbeque, fried chicken, chocolate chip cookies, melons and grapefruit. Her lifelong dream was to own a big ranch co-op and rehabilitate homeless individuals and low-income families by giving them a completely fresh start. She wanted to help and be a blessing to countless people like no one has seen anyone do before. Most of all she was a great woman of God and was never ashamed to give her testimony or witness to someone. I am forever grateful for her unconditional love, praying for me and never judging me, even when I was at my worst. Even though her life was riddled with hurt, loss, pain, heartache, abuse and rejection she stood strong in her faith in Yeshua to her very last breath. I'm no stranger to losing a loved one. It's not something I wish on anyone but here I am, here we are again. And the pain of losing your mom hurts like no other. There was no promised land for her here on this earth that she could obtain, but now she is in a heavenly one that will last forever. Our sweet Rose, you are our eternal flower, we love you forever.

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Rosebud McCoy

April 6, 1942 - September 24, 2022