I THOUGHT THAT I WOULD POST THIS FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T GET TO ATTEND THE FUNERAL. THE FUNERAL HOME COULDN'T HAVE WORDED IT ANY BETTER.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF BOBBY RAY BRUMLEY
MAY 26, 1955 - AUGUST 18, 2008
BOBBY RAY BRUMLEY WAS BORN IS OSCEOLA, AR., TO ALLIE JACOB BRUMLEY AND IMOGENE WILBANKS BRUNMLEY. HIS FATHER PROCEDED HIM IN DEATH.
HE WAS EMPLOYED BY PCI AS AN INSULATOR IN COMMERCIAL CONSTRUCTION.
BOBBY WAS A FAITHFUL MEMBER IF THE PENTECOSTAL CHURCH OF GOD IN HOLLAND, MO., WHERE HE SERVED AS SOUND TECHNICIAN, AND ALSO BUILT AND DROVE THE FLOATS FOR THE CHRISTMAS PARADE. HE LOVED DOING THINGS FOR THE CHURCH AND WAS A GREAT "PASTOR'S HELPER" AND A GOOD FRIEND.
AS A YOUNG MAN, HE LOVED HUNTING AND FISHING. IN THE PAST FEW YEARS, HE ENJOYED WORKING IN THE YARD, TINKERING WITH REMOTE CONTROL CARS, AND CAMPING WITH HIS FAMILY. HE WAS A WELL-LIKED, FUN-LOVING, "KID AT HEART" WHO LOVED TO TEASE AND JOKE. HE WAS A WONDERFUL GRANDFATHER.
HIS FAVORITE FOODS WERE PORK CHOPS, AND CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH BROWN BEANS ON TOP.
HE IS SURVIVED BY HIS WIFE, HOPE MILES BRUMLEY;
TWO SONS: BOBBY RAY BRUMLEY, JR. OF IUKA, MISSISSIPPI, AND BRANDON DOLLAR OF ETOWAH, AR.
THREE DAUGHTERS: CRISTELL STRIEDER OF PROCTOR, AR, MANDI STUTTS OF MANILA, AR., AND CHASITY GUTHRIE OF STEELE, MO.
HIS MOTHER, IMOGENE BRUMLEY OF WEST RIDGE, AR.;
THREE BROTHERS: HAROLD GENE BRUMLEY AND GARY BRUMLEY OF FLORAL, AR. AND BJ BRUMLEY OF WEST RIDGE, AR.
ONE SISTER; JUNE MONTGOMERY OF TRUMAN, AR.;
AND THIRTEEN GRANDCHILDREN: JOHN JACOB BRUMLEY, SIERRA CHEYENNE BRUMLEY, TRISTA NICHOLE MILLER, BRIANNA MICHELLE BROWN, JONANTHAN BAILEY, HUNTER BAILEY, DEREK STUTTS, LANDEN STUTTS, SETH STUTTS, ABBY GUTHRIE, ANNA GRACE GUTHRIE, KYLER DOLLAR, HAYLEE DOLLAR, AND ONE EXPECTED GRANDCHILD.
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still keeping track Frank
Just to let you know, I am still checking it. You were right, the Funeral Home couldn't have said it any better.
These past 2 weeks have been so weird, I don't think it has hit me yet. Some days it's just like he is still gone out of town. At night I cry, but it is nothing like the crying I did when he was laying in the hospital with tubes and needles and a machine breathing for him. I no longer have to fear my phone ringing or calling and hearing the "down voice" of my closest relatives. I cry because I miss him, we should cry those good tears. He couldn't be better~we could, but Bob is in no pain. He sees beauty, no rain, clouds, cold winters. He probably has this garden like never and like our daddy said, if you can have trucks in heaven, he probably has an F150 with no miles, scratches, or dirt. If he could talk to us, I'm sure he would laugh that little laugh we all no so well and tell us to quit being sad and live for God~the reward is amazing.
Speaking of Daddy, Steve May, I was talking to him last night and he said that he prayed so many prayers for Bobby, that when he passed he wondered what all of those prayers were for? If God already has a Plan, our prayers can't change anything. I told him that I thought the same thing at first, but then I realized all along I had been praying for healing and for a miracle. I never once said "your will God" because in a way I wondered if his will was to take him. I didn't want that to happen, so I prayed for what I wanted.....not for what he planned or for what Bob wanted. My preacher told me the Miracle that I was praying for might not be the miracle of healing, it could be the Miracle of understanding and peace with God's decision. Bobby's death has really opened my daddy's eyes to some things, he said he wants to be remembered the way Bob was and when his eulogy is read, he wants the phrase "faithful member of a certain church". He has since joined the church. Sometimes God takes things away from us to make us see or realize other things. We don't understand it, but it is not our job to understand...or so I have been told.
This whole experience has opened my eyes, I'm still sad, grieving, in shock, and hurting....but all I can do is live my life like Christ and meet Bob, my Dad, in Heaven one day. That is all he would want of us.
love to all,
chasity
please continue to pray for us, we need it desperately!
Mandi and Chasity
My heart hurts for you!!! But Chas is right God has a Reason....and you really never know what that might be...Only Bobby Does..It's Been 18 Years since Carl passed away..and not a day that don't go by I don't Think of all the Memories we had..U will always go by something or smell someone that is wearing his colonge..It's the little things that he has done and you might be in Wal-Mart and something will remind you of him and you burst out laughing...that is what Bobby would want you to do....Stay Stronge and Never Give Up.....We have a ON TIME GOD..Just when you think he's not listning he handing out roses....Yes I know that every rose has it's thorn's...But Look at the bright side Bobby wouldn't seend you girls a Wilted Rose....
Now on your Dad,,Uncle Steve:::
I sat behind him at Bob's Funeral...and girls let me tell you::I could see years of friendship that Bobby and Steve sharred..I seen the emotion that Bob had on every one ..I am just proud to hear that he changed his life..See One more reason...another soul Won!!!that made Bobby Proud he had a hand in it...He's rejoyicing in Heaven with that little laugh he had..a testomonial,,maybe...I will Quit for now will check in soon...
If you girls ever need me my phone now works...LoL Johnny finally broke in and gave me his old one...tight wad lol
the Humbles::Johnny,Barbara,Kayla,
Paula and Breeonna
Sorry..I need to add AJ it should have read the Humbles
Johnny,Barbara,Kayla,A.J.
Paula and Breeonna
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