In the last hours of Friday, May 29, 2015, heaven’s great light shown a little brighter and His army of angels grew stronger by one. At the age of 86, Wynona June Brown “Mur” walked ever-a-lady through the pearly gates to meet her Lord and Savior and joyfully claimed her reward in heaven.
Service: 1 p.m. Tuesday at First Baptist Church of White Settlement.
Interment: Springtown Cemetery.
Visitation: 6 to 8 p.m. Monday at Biggers Funeral Home.
Memorials: Universal Hospice, 1208 Country Club Lane, Fort Worth, Texas 76112.
She was born May 21, 1929, in Blair, Okla., to Ben and Mattie McCullough, the baby to three sisters, Jessie, Mary and Mozelle. The family later moved to Fort Worth, where she graduated from Northside High School. She worked at Lockheed Martin for nearly 38 years before retirement.
Some might argue though that her earthly life truly began on a hot Fourth of July afternoon when she met her sweetie, Ralph Brown. It was love at first sight. She was shy and reserved, and he was the opposite, a character with a huge smile and a jokester. But they were everything either had ever wanted. They were married on June 3, 1950. Never again parted until now. A few years later, they welcomed their only daughter, Rebecca Rene “Becky” into this world.
Mur was known first and foremost as a “lady.” She was petite, gentle and beautiful, with a shy smile reserved for a few close friends. You could always find her sitting faithfully on the left-hand side of her church, donning the finest new fashions that she herself had often sewn. She was the best sweets and pie maker. Period. She loved Christmas, reading the paper, keeping up with political on-goings, and was Merle Norman’s greatest success story. She was an avid sports fan and could likely rattle off an ERA or passing average faster than Dale Hansen.
And while she had several hobbies, her favorite things during this life were being one of His chosen, Pom’s honey, Becky’s mom, and a Mur.
She leaves behind the love of her life and giver of laughs, Ralph; her daughter and faithful friend, nurse, companion and “Southern Living” expert, Becky; her oldest sister and best hugger, Jessie; her crazy grateful and Rangers-loving grandchildren, Rhett Parham, Tara Parham James and Mark James; and the best medicine the Lord ever prescribed, her great-grandchildren, Sailer, Lincoln and Sable Rose James; as well as her beloved cousins, nephews and nieces.
“Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean, I miss you. Until we meet again,” Mur.