Myrtice West passed away on Monday at home in Centre. She’d been in the hospital for a while after suffering a stroke. Her funeral was Wednesday; she’d been a member at Centre First Baptist and services were at Perry with burial at Hebron Cemetery. I wasn’t able to go. Sad. Sad. Sad.
One day a few years ago, just out of the blue, she wrote me asking if I had this one certain book she had been featured in. I did, and I and put it in the mail to her that day. She asked to pay me for it, but there was no way I was doing that. She’d lost so many things in her house fire; any little bit I could do for her I certainly was going to.
It wasn’t a week later…she sent me a painting in the mail.
Shug’s got her painting of Moses receiving the Ten Commandments in his room:
Myrtice suffered in her life two miscarriages, the murder of her only daughter, a house fire, and the death of her husband, Wallace. But she was strong. She was a strong, strong lady.
She always asked to please pray for her and her grandson Bram and granddaughter Kara.