Obituary

On Sunday May 8, 2016 Mother’s Day A life well-lived We Honor you for whom you were and the special things you’ve done, That made your life so rewarding and made you such a Special Women. Services for Ms. Felicia Anita Plumboy 53, of Claremore, Oklahoma: Saturday May 14, 2016 Mt. Zion Baptist Church in Claremore, Oklahoma 805 N. Oseuma Ave Burial – Wofford Cemetery at Catoosa, OK. “　For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. ^　So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18
A beautiful rose was plucked from the garden of life on Thursday, May 5, 2016 at 7:39AM. The divine Savior called our beloved Felicia “Lisa” Anita Plumboy from labor to well-deserved rest.
Our cherished and adored Lisa, was born April 18, 1963 at Fort Jackson army base located in Columbia, South Carolina to Aldonia “Cookie” Falls (deceased) and Woodrow Plumboy. Lisa lived to see fifty-three years in God’s grace. Lisa accepted Christ at an early age, baptized as a young child. She attended church regularly with her family in Hayward, California.

After receiving her high school diploma, she furthered her education at Laney College in Oakland, California. Lisa had a deep passion for aeronautics. In 1996, she moved to Oklahoma to pursue a career in air-traffic control. During this time, she also joined Mt. Zion Baptist Church of Claremore where she served in faith, hope and love until her death.

Mourning her departure are Woodrow “Pete” Plumboy (father), Shirley Plumboy (stepmother) Noah Edwards (son) Donia Plumboy (daughter), Crystal Dixon (sister), Woodrow Plumboy, Jr. (brother), Stephen Plumboy (brother), Pearl Plumboy (sister), Devins Green (stepbrother), Pam Carbin (special sister-cousin), seven aunts, seven uncles, and a host of cherished family and friends.

I AM NOT THERE

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there, I did not die.

　

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