Mary Odette Lewis-James
Our beloved Mary, oh how we love you. You have left an indelible mark in our lives. You were an inspiration, a great friend to many, an inspiration to all who knew you, a worshipper, a true child of God and most of all, a beloved and cherished Mother and Wife. We will forever love and miss you. Forever in our hearts.
Eulogy
Mary’s life is a testimony that God is sovereign and worthy of all our love. Every chapter of her story— her childhood, her marriage, her ministry, her friendships pointed back to Him. To know Mary was to see someone who lived fully, prayed deeply, loved fiercely, and trusted God completely.
Mary: Her Early Years
Mary Lewis was born in Kingston, Jamaica, on April 20, 1982, to Verona Grant and George Lewis, the twelfth of their thirteen children. From the very beginning, Mary’s life was marked by joy, love, and connection. Even her name came from a moment of affection. When her mother returned home with her shortly after giving birth, her little sister Munchie, just four years old, ran out to greet her, exclaiming, “Mary, coomeee!” From then on, the name stuck. In many ways, it was prophetic given the kind of woman Mary would grow into: one who drew people close, who lived with grace, and who called others into a deeper relationship with God.
Mary shared a special closeness with her siblings. They remember walking together every Saturday to visit their father for pocket money, or simply strolling from place to place, playing and enjoying the simplicity of life. Summers were often spent in the countryside, riding the truck to the parish of St. Mary to visit Aunty Yvonne, Frankie Morgan, and Ms. May. The mere mention of Mary’s name got siblings, like Munchie, into birthday parties. Sundays were marked with dinners of rice and peas and chicken at Frankie’s house, and trips from church to church, sometimes even climbing Emmanuel’s fence when the front gate was locked. These moments filled Mary’s life with laughter, family, and joy, even in the simple things. Mary was lovingly called by many nicknames: Jumbie, Beverly, Wingie. But beyond those names, she was known by her spirit: a prayer warrior, a peacemaker, always uplifting, and deeply rooted in her faith.
Mary’s exemplary life extended to her studies. She attended Central Branch All-Age School and, in grade six, passed her Common Entrance exam and matriculated to Holy Childhood High School. She later continued her studies at Alpha Business College and went on to work at Sagicor (formerly Life of Jamaica (LOJ)), where her dedication and vibrant spirit shone through. Mary’s pursuit of learning did not end there. With determination and God’s guiding hand, she completed her Bachelor of Science in Management Studies at the University of the West Indies, Mona, and a Master of Arts, Psychology in Education at Columbia University.
Mary: The Wife, Mother and Family Woman
That same faith and joy that shaped Mary’s childhood carried into the way she built her own home and family.
Mary loved her family fiercely, but above all, she loved her God. She married the love of her life, Dale James, on December 29, 2007. On that special day, Mary made this promise to Dale:
“I, Mary Lewis, take you, Dale James, to be my cherished husband. I give to you the love in my heart, the hope in my soul, the faith of my spirit. I look to you as a leader in our home. I submit joyfully to your leadership. I promise full cooperation in building a Christian home. I will support you in your aspirations, pray with you in your trials, share your burdens, and labor with you to make our marriage a joy… I will live close to my Lord so you may trust me at all times… I will honor you and our Savior all the days of our lives.”
Mary’s faith and conviction emboldened her to live these vows fully, faithfully and joyfully to the end.
Anyone who spent even the briefest time around Mary and Dale would hear him call, “Beautiful”, her simple, gentle response, “Mmmmm,” or "Yes, sweetie”. Their love was not only seen but heard, lived out daily in faith, in laughter, and in prayer.
Their union produced three boys: Israel, Joshua, David, and one girl, Joanna, who now rests in the arms of the Lord.
Mary created a home like no other. It was a home of prayer and peace. She loved her husband and children deeply, but her love never stopped there. With the same fervor she embraced her siblings, Mary cherished her sisters-and brothers-in-love, her mother-in-love, her nieces, nephews, and just about anyone connected to her.
The song that best captures Dale and Mary’s love is the one they often sang together: “A Love Like This Still Does Exist”. For them, it wasn’t just a melody; it was a testimony. Their marriage bore witness that such love, rooted in Christ and sustained by prayer, was real. To know Mary as a wife, mother, sister, or loved one, was to experience a love that was steadfast, prayerful, and always anchored in the sovereignty of God.
Mary: The Mentor
And it was out of this deep well of love and faith that Mary became a mentor, not only to her children and relatives, but to countless others who crossed her path.
Mary often reminded those around her of God's sovereignty. “You can’t manipulate Him,” she would say. Whatever happened, she trusted His will. Her counsel in hard times, expressed through song: “God is too wise to be mistaken, God is too good to be unkind. When you can’t trace His hand, trust His heart.”
Mary: The Friend
For Mary, mentorship was never separate from friendship. To know her as a mentor was to know her as a friend.
Mary made everyone feel like they were her best friend. She had a gift for making each person feel seen and valued. She poured herself into the people around her— that smile, that hug, that quick counsel grounded in the Word of God. She saw you. She heard you. Mary’s friendship lasted a lifetime. She would send unexpected texts just to check in, often saying: “You run cross mi mind. Everything alright?” These simple gestures left people knowing she truly cared. For birthdays, she would send a recording of a song, making you feel so special.
Mary: The Psalmist
Her friendships often flowed right into her ministry in song because, for Mary, music was another way of loving people and pointing them to God. Mary had the voice of an angel. When she opened her mouth to sing, the room stood still. Her voice had a way of piercing hearts. Every note, every decibel carried an anointing that drew people to lift their hands and turn their hearts toward God.
Many remember her signature songs, her declarations of faith through music. With conviction, she sang:
“When I first began to walk with the Lord, I didn’t really trust Him…”
“God made you special.”
“I’ve always heard there is a land where every tear will be left behind… but it must be in another time…oh oh oh, oh, oh”
Through her ministry in song, Mary reminded us all to trust, to hope, to love, to believe, to worship God.
Mary: At Emmanuel Apostolic
That gift for worship first took root in her home church, Emmanuel Apostolic, where her journey of ministry truly began.
From a tender age, Mary’s faith was her foundation. Saved as a young girl, she threw herself into the work of the Lord. At just 13 years old, she joined the Speech Choir, using her gift of word ministry to reach souls in poetic and dramatic form. Oh, the memories of the Speech Choir are unmatched by a bond among members that spans time.
The first time Mary opened her mouth to sing was at a youth camp. The moment that note was sung, that was it. She soon joined the Emmanuel Mass Choir. If you close your eyes for a moment, you may still hear Mary singing at various celebrations. Her ministry was not only in song, but in the way she lived, pointedly and unapologetically for Christ.
Mary: At Christ Temple
After moving to New York, God led Mary, Dale and young Israel to Christ Temple. When they arrived in 2017, Mary, then pregnant with their daughter Joanna, was warmly welcomed. Mary quickly made her mark, not just as a member, but as a servant of God. She joined the praise team, soon becoming one of the praise leaders, guiding the congregation into worship with a voice that carried both power and anointing.
Mary’s calling to prayer and worship only deepened and expanded in her faithful service as Prayer Coordinator. For Mary, prayer was not just an activity; it was life itself. She prayed for many, challenged others, and lifted all in faith. Her quiet strength and steady commitment invited everyone around her into the very presence of God.
In the role of Prayer Coordinator, through the Lord’s leading, Mary helped transform the prayer ministry making it more vibrant, intentional, and alive. She organized workshops, invited speakers, and led annual prayer conferences that helped to propel the church into a deeper prayer life. Along with overnight prayer meetings, as well as “Prayer Nuggets” she shared each Sunday, all reflect the dynamic energy she brought to her ministry.
Saturday morning prayer, which began under her leadership, has become a cornerstone of the church’s rhythm, alongside the Monday and Thursday prayer gatherings. Mary brought structure, commitment, and vision, helping participants not only to pray, but to understand what prayer really means. By 2018, she stepped fully into her calling as Prayer Coordinator, a role she held faithfully until 2024. Her impact on Christ Temple’s prayer ministry is undeniable as she embodied Paul’s words in 1 Thessalonians 5:16: “Pray without ceasing.”
Mary's impact was felt beyond Christ Temple. She has left an indelible mark on the praise team of the Church of All Nations in New Rochelle (CANNR), Bread from the Vine (BFTV) Bible Study, International Prayer Conference (IPC), and many other gatherings. Wherever she went, she carried the same consistency, the same humility, the same yearning for the deeper things of God.
Mary: The Grace Thrillers Member
Even while serving faithfully in her local church in Jamaica, she ministered with the Grace Thrillers.
In 2003, Mary became a member of the Grace Thrillers. She traveled and ministered across the Caribbean Islands, the United Kingdom, Canada, and the United States, always carrying with her the same humility and devotion that defined her life.
Mary’s voice was unforgettable, a powerful vibrato that stirred hearts and lifted spirits. She led beloved songs such as “Dr. Jesus”, “When I First Began to Walk with the Lord”, “Not My Will”, “I Can’t Even Walk”, and the “Oldies Medley”. She was also featured on their albums, “A New Dawning”, “It’s All About You”, and “A Reflection of You”. Her vocals can still be heard on timeless songs like “To Love King Jesus” and “The Old Rugged Cross”.
But beyond her voice, Mary’s presence within the group was deeply personal. Fellow Grace Thrillers member Noel Jr. noted, “We had fun, we laughed! Mary love sleep and eat.” She was the sister and best friend to those she sang beside. While she enjoyed laughter and fellowship, she was equally known for her prayers. If anyone in the group needed prayer, they knew they could call on Mary. Her time with the Grace Thrillers revealed the fullness of who she was: a gifted psalmist, a woman of prayer, a friend who cared deeply, and a sister who brought both laughter and love.
Mary: Her Legacy
After Mary’s accident, we fervently prayed for her healing, a miracle. But her sovereign God called her home. Mary lived ready, always submitting to His will, which is to say, she lived.
She is survived by her beloved husband, children, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, sisters-and brothers-in-love, her mother-in-love, and countless loved ones. Mary now joins the throng of angels singing in God’s Heavenly choir.
Dale's & Israel's Tribute
To my Beautiful Mary, Beautiful,
How do I adequately put into words what you mean to me and the depth of loss that I feel?: For me, for our boys, for your siblings, for everyone you loved and who loved you, for the ones who will never have an opportunity to personally experience your warmth. The weight of your absence is heavy, often feeling impossible to bear.
All those years ago I was attracted to your beauty, not the physical, but that inner beauty; an unmistakable radiance emanating from a kind, humble, caring, genuine heart, that had no greater desire than to love the Lord and to love people. That beauty captivated me and I never stopped being captivated.
I took a long time to tell you that I loved you, only able to muster the words ‘I care deeply for you’ on a day trip to the country about a year into our dating. It wasn’t necessarily because I was unsure but I never dared to mishandle your beautiful heart. Once I told you, then I told you every day. Beautiful, I will always, always love you.
Our wedding invitations quoted, Songs of Solomon 3:4, “I have found the one my soul loves” and indeed, you were my soulmate. The only one with whom I could be completely vulnerable and still completely secure. That made me a stronger man. We learned to listen intently to each other, to thoughtfully consider each other’s perspectives and to honestly say sorry when we were wrong. You were an equal, active partner in building a blissful marriage, a strong family, a peaceful home. It truly was blissful being your husband, Beautiful, because there was no baggage, nothing that ever made me think twice about coming home to you. I loved coming home to you.
Those who knew you best, would know that you have always been a woman of prayer. As a teen, you prioritized fasting and prayer, even during holidays. Our courtship was built on prayer, the two of us stealing away to an empty space at Life of Jamaica for lunch time prayer. Our vacations never were an excuse for missing your prayer times. Early in our marriage, especially after we started having children, I was sometimes bothered by how much time you spent with the Lord, but I quickly realized it was what made you special, it was what made you the woman I loved. I could trust you because you stayed close to your Lord and covered me constantly in prayer. You were always thoughtful and wise. I was content being your second love, because Jesus was your first. You challenged me to a higher standard of devotion to Christ, sometimes with firm admonition, often with gentle nudges, but mostly by the way you lived and the discipline you modeled.
We never could quite agree on whether we dated / courted for 3 or 4 years, but our period of courtship and almost 18 years of marriage building a family together have been the best years of my life! I will miss our deep conversations in Scripture because your comments were always so insightful. I will miss the tender kisses before I go off to work, where we often paused just a little longer to share an intimate moment. I will miss the laughter - laughing at each other, laughing with each other. I will miss the squint of your eyes and your tender smile when you looked at me. I will miss your arms around my neck as I pull you in for a warm embrace. I will miss you telling me, “We mirror each other”, because the same things I would fuss about were the same things I would end up doing, and vice versa.
I will miss growing with you. Married at 25, we grew up together, and we intentionally and lovingly challenged each other to be a better version of ourselves each day - Each other’s biggest critic and most ardent supporter. We made each other so much better than we would have ever been apart.
All my unanswered questions and tears in this moment are outweighed by this consolation: you faithfully walked with the Lord and now rest in His arms. Our time together was much shorter than I would ever have imagined, but I am grateful that God blessed me with the honor of being your husband and best friend. You were a most precious gift to me and to our boys, Israel, Joshua and David. You were the sweetest daughter to my mom and the dearest sister to my siblings, especially Paul and Valerie.
My pledge to you, Beautiful, is that I will honor your memory everyday and preserve your legacy; a legacy of faith, of love, and of kindness.
I’ll see you in the rapture some sweet day.
Your Sweetie,
Dale
Dear Mom, words can’t express how much I love you, and how unpleasant I feel at this time. I remember when you used to tell me to save my tears for when it matters. Right now it matters, but I can’t cry. I just feel numb all over. It still doesn’t feel real. But Mom, I’m trying my best to keep devotion time with the Lord, because I know that’s what you would want me to do. Even though I still have so many questions, I'm going to keep on trusting in God. Mom, I miss you so much, but I’m going to keep on trying for David and Joshua and Dad.
Your Eldest Son,
Israel
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It’s taken me some time to process the loss of Mary. I didn’t have any coherent words to say on the day of the Thanksgiving service and it’s honestly difficult for me to, put what I feel inside into clearly defined expressions, but I’m writing this in an attempt to provide a semblance of a tribute to Mary and encouragement for you and the boys.
My first encounter with Mary, when I moved to NYC in 2021 was through the wall. I’d hear the voice of a woman in deep prayer, stirring her heart for the Lord. I heard Mary pray for ceaselessly, in private, with a heart that only sought the Lord.
My husband told me about this lovely Jamaican family and I hoped I’d get the opportunity to meet her at some point. I eventually did meet this praying woman and what followed was a friendship and built on the same foundations as so many of Mary’s relationships, Christlike love, and tremendous joy and abundant belly laughs. I think of Mary when I read Proverbs 31, “Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the time to come. Her mouth speaks wisdom and loving instruction is on her tongue(vs25-26).
A number of people, at the Thanksgiving service, mentioned that Mary made everyone feel like they were her best friend and I can attest to this. I realized over the last few weeks that you have a vast community around you, of loving and supportive family and friends and I’m grateful that you and the boys won’t ever face this difficult road alone.
Dale, your love for Mary was always on display for all to see. Mary wore your love in her smile, she would blush every time she spoke about you. Your love for her was on display to Hugo and me not only at the beautiful baby shower we got to see you host for her, but through the wall of our living rooms, every day. I miss the muffled sound of joy, laughter and activity that would greet me in the living room; Israel playing the keyboard, Joshua exclaiming ‘Daddy!’ When you got home at the end of the day Mary’s laughter and worship and singing that would emanate from the walls.The love of your life may not be audibly heard in your home today, but she is with the One who promises that you will be comforted as you mourn the silence in these days (Matthew 5:4). He is nearer to you and to the boys than you may often realize and His thoughts over you in this time and for all time are precious and vast (Psalm 139:17).
I pray as you journey through this unthinkable grief, that you would come boldly into His throne of grace and find the His grace Hebrews 4:16) and His rest (Matthew 11:28-30) that is new for you each and every day.
In times of wrestling and difficulty, I pray that you hear the voice of God counseling you and guiding you (Psalm 16)
I pray over both you and the boys, that there would be the thread of Psalm 23 :6, in all of your days, “Only goodness and faithful love will pursue me all the days of my life…”
I pray that the boys would continue to be surrounded by strong men and women, who will echo their mom’s tremendous love, laughter and faith, reminding them in the decades to come of the imperishable, undefiled and unfading living hope kept in Heaven for them, that Mary get’s a foretaste of now. As Peter encourages in his letter, I pray that they come to rejoice in this coming hope, even though now you suffer this unimaginable grief,”…so that the proven character of your faith - more valuable than gold, which though perishable is refined by fire - may result in praise, glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” (1 Peter 1:6-7)
Thank you for being a Gospel presence in New York City. It’s no small thing. Though the road is difficult, your pursuit of Him in this time, in the presence of believers and unbelievers alike will cause ripple effects you may not realize until we reach eternity.
We will cherish Mary’s memory until we get to see her again. Until then, we are behind you and the boys every step of the way.
With tremendous love in Christ,
Noleen and Hugo
My tears haven’t stopped flowing. I cried walking through Schiphol, passing the same spot where I once picked up you, Dale, and Izzy, and feeling the sadness of leaving Schiphol this time only to send you off. Still, I am grateful I could be there to honor you. You had an army of beautiful people around you. Just like you, everyone came together—offering rides, picking me up for church, laughing, and sharing stories about you.
That is how I will always remember you: bringing people together to share in your joy and the joy of the Lord. Thank you for that gift.
As I searched through my emails, I found the messages where you shared your purpose statement with me, when you were applying for your Master’s in Psychology. In your first paragraph, you wrote: “I increasingly realized my strong potential to help individuals lead more promising and fulfilling lives.” To me, this showed that you had both the skills and the calling to positively impact others. It also reflected your confidence and natural ability to guide and support people.
You ended your statement with: “I am excited about the promise that a career in counseling psychology holds: to help fellow human beings lead more productive, successful lives.” These words revealed your clear vision and commitment to a purpose-driven path, one you truly lived out.
Those words were not just part of an application, they became the way you lived your life. You made people feel seen, supported, and encouraged. You lifted others up, whether through your faith, your laughter, or simply your presence. Your purpose wasn’t just written on paper, Mary it was written in every life you touched.
I am a true testament to the fact that you fulfilled your purpose. Thank you, my dear friend. You lived a fulfilling, beautiful life, and I will never forget you for as long as I live.
To your family, especially your little ones, may they always feel your love shining through the people who surround them, and may they grow up knowing how extraordinary and beautfiul you truly were.
Sleep in peace my friend.
We spoke Gods word with authority and power in pur speak choir speach. She was militant when she spoke Gods word (she did it in love). She loved the Lord and the word of God. I remember our Sunday night, weeknight service and Friday afternoon (afterschool service upstairs in church) and night- Youth service. As teens and young adults we were on fire for Jesus Christ and his word. We lost contact over the years but I knew that Mary and Dale was a great couple doing the work of the lord. I pray that the lord will comfort, strengthened and watch over Dale and his sonsand Mary's extende family. I was so shocked to heard of her passing. Floods of memories came back to me and tears ran down my face. I always remeber the good times we had at Emmanuel Apostolic Church-Slipe Road. It has been years since I last seen Mary and Dale. They are true men and women of God. Always giving a word of encouragement and both Singers for the Lord. You will be dearly missed Mary. Take comfort Dale. Mary is in Jesus bosom singing on heavens choir and enjoying her time in heaven. God is in control. Godbless you and your boys and Mary's relatives.
She lived a purpose driven life. Mary was divinely used by God to minister to me in the three most darkest time in my life. Her prayers and words of encouragement still resonates. I recall I had a sensive legal matter and Mary courageosly made a cell phone call to an individual overseas involved in the matter, to advocate on my behalf. She then interceded for me after that same call, that brought tremendous comfort and hope in my situation.
Her laughter and authenticity were admirable. She not only had a very unique singing gift, but the anointing under which she sang was powerful.
Prayers to Dale, the boys - Israel, Joshua and David, relatives and all of us who will grieve our dear Mary.
Mary it was a pleasure for me to have served on your bridal party and for you and Dale to have served on my bridal party. Such was our close friendship. I recall You and Dale and me and Althea attending that family trip of yours to Portland at the river festival. You and Dale ministered to me and Althea as newly married couple. How could I not mention Israel's baby christening in Toronto Canada where I had the privilege to have attended. Thank you Mary for recommending my wife Althea to sing with The Grace Thrillers. Such was your genuine desire to uplift others. We are however comforted in the divine and sovereign plan of God. Take your rest Mary. Your legacy will forever live on.
Dale, my sincere condolences to you and the boys. No words can fully heal a loss like this, but I pray our Lord surrounds you with comfort, strength, and peace. Mary loved the Lord and trusted Him with all her heart, mind, and soul, may that faith be a light for you in the days ahead.
Sleep well, my Mother Mary. I will carry your love and the lessons you gave me forever. Thank you for everything.
Always,
Shemar
Our sincere condolences to you all and the extended family. I remember the first time I met Mary, you had reached out as the Emmnuel Chorale was visiting NY and you wanted them to minister at our current assembly, ORAC. When that materialized, I remember meeting Mary for the first time during that event. The short interaction was pleasant and memorable! Mary was a true embodiment of what it means to represent her God and her faith. While her passing is sudden and we would say she had a whole life ahead of her, she lived a full life! She touched many lives and lived on purpose! We weep with you but stand in faith that she’s gone with a lively HOPE. Thank God!!
I’ve known you for a longer time as we met during our years in college at University and Colleges Aposoltolic Ministries (UCAM). I must say, I’m proud of how you and Mary lived your lives. You’ve both demonstrated what it means to love and honor each other.
Stay strong, God will take care of you and those babies!
From: Buckles Family
Because God can be touched with the feelings of our infirmities, Dale I know He will be true to His word and through the Holy Spirit in you will provide the comfort, peace and strength for you and the children to go on. He has a new chapter planned for you, Mary, and the children he just didn't share ahead of time His plans because He trusts that you are not serving him only because of the blessings....Like it was in Job's trial, God is glorifying himself in what He has done and you all will continue to glorify God, in Jesus name. He has not given you more than you can bear.
ASHE’ Mary!!! I thank God that you and your family were my just down the hall and your spirit lives!!!
ASHE- Yoruba word means “ the life force is present.”
Sheraine Edwards (PGT 111)
Witnessing her bond with Dale, my high school classmate and her beloved husband, was something truly special. The way they supported and cared for each other was not only inspiring but also a shining example of what a strong and loving marriage should be.
Mary, please watch over Dale and give him strength as he continues his journey here. Though we trust you will one day be reunited, for now he carries on the important work of raising the men you both loved so dearly.
Rest peacefully, Mary. Your kindness, faith, and love will never be forgotten.
"But me trust yours cause u a owl stalwart!!!"
Here is the song
"I am bound oh Lord for higher ground
Seeking a city, a robe and a crown
Cant remain in this lowly place, I am bound for higher ground"
Mary Lewis-James was an old soul. A mixture of genuineness, warmth , pleasant smile and incredible vocal talent that reached the spirit. Her tone was forged in the fire of evangelism and prayer which felt like a mixture between your grandmother singing to you deep in the rural parts of Jamaica in a Pentecostal church and a young contemporary urban vocalist.
The loss to my brother Dale James and kids is tremendous and nothing we do can change what happened. All we can do is look to the God of the anointed old soul Mary James and say Blessed be the name of the Lord who gives and takes away.
Welcome to the higher ground Mary. Folks if you can pray, please pray for the James family on this sudden loss and let's support the memorial opportunities as listed on the flyer attached.
In both joyful and difficult times, you never said no when we asked you to lift us with your anointed, heavenly voice. Our last moments together were spent in the presence of the Lord, talking not about getting ready, but about being ready—a conversation that will stay with us always.
In the sweet by and by, we will meet again on that beautiful shore. Until then, your legacy of faith, prayer, worship, and love lives on in our hearts. Rest peacefully now, my dear sister, in the arms of our living Savior, Jesus Christ.
Love Bryde, St.Hillaire & Matthew Families
Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his. And, Let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity.
You gave me an example of the theif on the the cross on how he made it in. That will always stick in my mind. THE LORD KNOWETH THOS THAT ARE HIS Marshalee. Mary said. I'm grateful that I got to know you. You are beautiful inside and out. I love you in life and in death. You will always be remembered sweet Mary.
PS - I'm sorry I didn't get to mail you the christmas cake. Sing on with the angels sweet Mary
Our story began in 2009. I was trying to find a couple to sing at my wedding and found a website for Dale, a high school mate. I reminded him that as Head Prefect, he’d once given me a detention for chewing gum after I sassily responded asking if he didn't have gum in his mouth! Now here I saw him later as a singer, Jamaicans would say "Cooyah! Look pon him to nuh! The strict christian boy in high school was now a minister, an amazing husband and the consummate gentleman. I was so impressed to see the outstanding man and singer he’d become, with a beautiful wife by his side.
And what a wife!! When I met Mary, I was instantly stunned by her natural beauty and her humble spirit. Her voice resonated like a warm cup of cocoa tea, and her laugh was so contagious you just had to "buss out" too!
After the wedding, we formed a bond as sisters and brothers. My affectionate names for them was big bro. and big sis. Mary and I always checked on each other our friendship grew deep roots as we shared our daily lives. In 2012, I told her I was pregnant with our first child, and she squealed, “Guess what? We are too!” Over the years we have created many memories stayed at each other’s houses, shared meals, and even sang at a concert together while Mary and I were both heavily pregnant.
We were two moms with three kids each, navigating life side-by-side. She lived by her favorite motto: “Live ready.” And she did.
I always felt Mary was an angel amongst us and I revered her as a powerful woman of God. That heavy anointing when she sang only came from a deep prayer life. She’d always say, “Girl, remain in His presence, because He is our peace.”
But she was also the queen of multitasking and magnificent humor! She was always teaching me something, from a new way to take back KFC when travelling to the deepest spiritual truths.
Recently, when she was here, I was honored to lotion her feet and help her with her shoes. I was always inspired by how she served others, and in her presence, I always wanted to ensure she felt as well taken care of as she made everyone else feel.
Mary was my mentor, my coach, my big sister. God gave me her love, her care, and her mentorship.
Mary, my incredibly precious and dear friend, my sister. You lived ready, and now you are resting. We’ll miss you every day, but we will remain in His presence, where you taught us we’ll always find peace.
-With Love, Hope and Blessings,
Kimberly Ramocan
Eliud, Emily, Benjamin & Lauren.
Mary was a people person, a lover of souls, a pray warrior and she ministered to you through song. A beautiful woman indeed.
Mary & Dale (my favorite couple). I pray you and the boys strength Dale.
Heavens choir has gained another alto. Love you my sweet friend.
‘Till we meet again.
Mary was not just gifted to sing but also anointed and so, when she opened her mouth, she brought all the glory to God. It was a pleasure singing on the alto line with her in the choir; you would always be sure of your note with Mary around - as we would say, "When in doubt, ask Mary."
Precious in the sight of the God she served is the death of His saint, Mary.
May we strive to LIVE READY even as she did.
My friendship with Mary stretches back over twenty years, and for Antoinette, even longer. But “friend” is far too small a word. Mary was family. Our lives, our children, our faith, our joys, our struggles, our laughter, all intertwine. She wasn’t simply in our story; she was woven into the very fabric of it.
I keep thinking back to just days ago. You, Dale, and the boys were to return from the Bahamas, and Antoinette, the boys, and I were coming back from Canada. We had already planned it; either you guys were coming over to our place or we were going to yours, it didn’t matter. We were going to sit, laugh, and trade stories like we always did. But now… now what?
I’m not ready to only remember. I want to keep recording new memories, the way we did just a week before you left for the Bahamas at CAN Culture Night. The rain was falling, but that didn’t stop us. We sang those good old Jamaican folk songs, then burst out jamming to one of our favorite Gospel reggae anthems, “Jesus Makes Me Smile Again.” And of course, you being you, in your playful way, shouted, “Pull up!” That was Mary; joyful, spirited, full of life.
Truth is, it makes no sense to even try and list the memories. Our lives have been knit too tightly together. I was the best man at your wedding, your husband stood with me at mine. We celebrated graduations, rejoiced at the births of our children, planted a church together, and lived in homes across the street from one another. Mary, you were there for everything. How do we go on without that?
When I told our younger son, CJ, that you had passed, in shock he looked at me and said, “Daddy, please tell me you are joking.” We all wish this was a joke. The grief is real. The loss is devastating.
Mary walked with God and is not, for the Lord took her. That is the only way I can explain this. Her faith was unshakable. Her love for God was evident in every song she sang, every Scripture she quoted, every smile she shared, every room she lit up with her laughter and her anointed voice. But it wasn’t just the music. It was her spirit; so sincere, so simple, so filled with care and passion and joy. Even those who only met Mary once could feel it. That’s why her absence stings so deeply across our church family and beyond.
Mary, we all wish your time here was longer. But the truth is, we have been touched forever. We will not “move on” without you—it’s impossible. Instead, we will move forward with you, carrying your strength, your courage, and your fierce faith in the Lord. We will love family with the same intentionality you showed. We will find joy in the simple things. We will make a difference, as you did. So help us God.
Mary, our sister, we will see you in the rapture. Until then, we carry you in our hearts, forever and always.
Dale and Mary always made the effort to connect with us whenever we were in New York, whether it was for dinner or church. I was impressed that Mary 'ran a tight ship'. Though she was kind, gentle, sweet and loving, she never spoilt her boys, including Dale. She was the heart of the family.
We were blessed to celebrate with them for DJ's dedication and also her birthday in April 2025, but we didn't know at the time, that would have been our last in-person meeting. Mary was her usual happy self, making sure that everyone was OK and giving us heaping slices of her birthday cake. We are going to miss her sweet presence here with us, but we know that she is a wonderful addition to the heavenly choir.
Pauline Rattray Mitchell
I remember when she was no more than five or six years old, and she caught pink eye and chicken pox. I could see the discomfort in her, and it seemed like no one was there to comfort her or help her through those difficult moments. I had to bathe her in a tamarind bath, feed her, and cuddle her so she wouldn’t feel uncared for. I knew there was a chance I might catch it too, but I didn’t care because I loved her, and through it, I was able to see her gentle, caring, bubbly soul. I did end up catching it, but that only drew me closer to her. I never hid from my younger siblings how much she meant to me. They knew all along that she was the apple of my eye. Writing this now, I have to hold back tears, but I share it because I know Mary would do the same for me. Loving, caring, and helpful—it was in her DNA.
I could always call on her for advice, and she never left me wondering what to do. She was the kind of soul who walked into a room and left everyone smiling. There was never a dull moment with her; she captured my heart and so many others. Sometimes I wonder if her work here on earth was complete, but who am I to question it? Her voice touched many lives. I won’t say I miss her because she still lives in my heart, mind, and soul.
On the day of her accident, we were still texting. My last message to her never got a reply, and that moment still lingers in my mind. I had gone on holiday, and she was so concerned about whether I arrived safely and if I had met up with my nephew. She could have been enjoying her own holiday, but she made sure to check up on me. That was her heart - always caring for others.
How could I forget her last words to me, “Are you a soldier? Why give me army time?” That memory will stay with me forever. So, I leave you with this, love your loved ones more. They are here today, but gone tomorrow.
Tribute from Chantal - niece
Aunty Mary was an optimist who touched every life she encountered. She carried herself with grace and joy, leaving behind warmth and kindness wherever she went. Her beautiful singing voice was more than just music — it lifted hearts, brought comfort, and reminded us of the power of hope.
She had a way of making people feel seen and valued, no matter the circumstance. Her presence was light, her spirit was strength, and her faith was steady. We will remember her not only for her voice, but for the love, encouragement, and inspiration she gave so freely. Aunty Mary’s life was a song of optimism and courage, and though she is no longer with us, her melody will remain in our hearts.
Tribute from Tashi Parkes-Cushnie - niece
In loving memory of Aunty Mary. Aunty Mary was so much more than a family member; she was a beacon of love, kindness, and peace. Her generosity knew no bounds, and she had a gift for making everyone feel truly seen, heard, and special. She was our family's peacemaker, gracefully maintaining harmony by gently dismissing negativity and soothing any friction with her wisdom and love. She possessed a truly special voice - soothing, gentle, and full of warmth. Whether she was singing a hymn or simply speaking, her tone had a way of bringing calm and comfort to the soul. I will forever cherish the sound of her beautiful singing and the uplifting conversations that always ended with her saying, "Love you, my niece."
She will never be forgotten. Rest in perfect peace, dear Aunty Mary. Your love, your legacy, and your memory will forever be engraved in my heart.
Tribute from Wilrosa Brown (Sister Cherry)
Today, I celebrate the life of my beloved sister, Mary. She had a heart of gold, spreading love, kindness, and peace wherever she went. Her passion for her faith was inspiring, and she always encouraged me to give my life to Christ.
Mary was a beautiful soul, inside and out. Her words of wisdom, laughter, and smile brought joy to those around her. She was a true peacemaker, keeping our family united and harmonious.
Rest in peace, dear Mary. Though my words are brief, my love and memories of you will live on.
Tribute from Raquel (Munchie) - niece
In loving memory of my dear, Auntie Mary, who was like a little sister to me. Your unwavering faith as a Christian shone brightly in your life, and your love for family was truly inspiring. You brought peace and joy to all those around you, and your beautiful voice was like an angel's - a gift from above.
Your singing touched hearts and souls, spreading love and positivity wherever you went. I'll cherish the memories of your melodious voice and the love you shared with our family.
Rest in peace, dear Auntie Mary. You will be deeply missed, but your legacy of love and faith will live on.
Tribute from Shanique Momplaisir (Stacy) - niece
Auntie Mary was a God-fearing woman, a devoted wife, and a loving mother. It is still difficult to accept that the angels have called you home so suddenly. Your passing has left an emptiness in our hearts that can never be filled. You were a radiant flower, gently taken from the garden of life to bloom in the presence of your Maker. We will always treasure your beautiful smile, your words of wisdom, and the joy you shared with everyone around you. You were a role model, a source of comfort, and a priceless jewel to our family and community. Your legacy of faith, love, and strength we live on and inspire generations to come.
As Scripture reminds us, “To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord” (2 Corinthians 5:8). Though it is painful to say goodbye, we rejoice in knowing you now rest in His eternal presence.
Rest peacefully, Auntie Mary. You fought the good fight, finished your race, and kept the faith.
Though you are gone from our sight, you will remain forever in our hearts.
Tribute from Yvonne Momplaisir - sister
Today, we gather to celebrate the life of our beloved sister, Mary. As we reflect on her legacy, we're reminded of the fruit of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, long-suffering, meekness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and self-control. These qualities shone brightly in Mary's life, touching the hearts of all who knew her.
Her love, kindness, and peace were contagious, bringing people together and spreading joy. She was a pillar of strength, always ready to lend a helping hand or listening ear. Her faithfulness and gentleness inspired us all to live with purpose and compassion.
As we say goodbye, we take comfort in the promise that her legacy lives on. May her memory inspire
One of my most vivid memories is the first time I heard Mary sing. It was in high school. I noticed a crowd gathered in the courtyard and stopped to see what was happening. And there she was, Mary's voice so powerful and beautiful that it drew everyone in. At that moment, I knew her gift was extraordinary.
Her faith anchored her. Mary loved the Lord with all her heart. And if she noticed me slipping, she would say, “Kerry, get it together!” She was a leader in every sense. Maya Angelou once said, “A leader is someone who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way.” Mary embodied those words. She led with faith, love, and example.
Mary, your laughter still echoes in my heart, though I miss hearing it in person. I miss you even more because I never had the chance to say goodbye which hurts more, but I take comfort in knowing you are resting safely in the arms of Jesus, until we meet again in another time, another place.
Tribute from Saunia Morris -Classmate
Mary, your reeling laughter, your infectious smile, your beautiful personality will never be forgotten. The indelible impact you made on me as a teenager has helped to shape my life, even to this day. Thank you for the many lessons you taught me about the love of God, friendship, and resilience.
You saw the best in everyone and everything, never holding a grudge.
Thank you for being so patient, loving and forgiving, but most of all, thank you for teaching the teenage me what it meant to put God first in everything.
Saunia
Tribute from Mrs. Donna Guthrie -Teacher
Humble, dignified, poised, kind-hearted, joyful, faithful, and fun-loving are just a few words that come to mind when I think about Mary. I came to know Mary as a student of Holy Childhood High School, and by extension, through her involvement as a member of the Inter Schools’ Christian Fellowship (I.S.C.F.) where I interacted with her even more. Once you met Mary, her radiant smile was what greeted you first - a smile that warmed your heart and one that was so genuine and welcoming. Next to her smile was her commitment and faith in the Lord and Saviour of her life, Jesus Christ. She was a true woman of God. Her passion for the Lord was not only demonstrated in her life, but also in her voice whenever she sang. Mary had a voice full of passion that touched your very soul. She was a caring person who had a concern for others and was always ready to give an encouraging word. Mary was a true and committed friend to those who knew her. I give thanks to the Lord for her life; she will be missed. As the Word says, “For we walk by faith, not by sight. We are confident, yes, well pleased, rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord." Rest in the Lord, Mary.
Mrs. Guthrie (teacher - Holy Childhood High School and faculty advisor for I.S.C.F)
Michelle, Mary, Neisha, Sophia and Dimples, the five girls clan, who walked, laughed, prayed and defended Jesus together.
Memories from Dimples - I remember how Brother Moody and Deacon would have to run us out of the church after service ended, because we just couldn't stop talking and laughing. We'd end up having our own little services afterward, sharing, reflecting, and analyzing the sermon together. It felt like we had found a home in each other. Mary, if I did not get to see you and hugged you on August 9, I cannot imagine how I would have digested this news - to me, you came to tell us good-bye.
Memories from Neisha - I can remember one night when church was over and we were just socializing, and that socialization turned into another church service. When we were through talking, there was no bus insight for me to go home. That night I had my first sleep over at Mary's house. Mary was my prayer partner. No matter what I was going through, I could always call on her to pray for me or pray with me.
Memories from Sophia – Whenever Mary comes to Jamaica, my house is one of the stops she makes. She always chooses to come on a Sunday, and she would call me to warn me to make sure the dinner is finished on time (because I am a late cook) because her husband usually eats dinner by 3 pm on a Sunday. Before dinner, Mary had to release 2 gases, she would ask for something warm and after burping, the second escape of gas would come easing out. That was Mary’s signature sound. Mary, the gang of 5 will not be the same without you – you were a tower of strength for all of us.
Memories from Michelle – Mary, if we took a walk to our favorite spot, ‘the problem bridge,’ it could tell all our secrets, our challenges, and our victories. We all sat on that bridge until the wee hours of the morning, reminiscing, encouraging each other and just rightly dividing the word of God for our situations. Those were the moments that pulled us together, so much, so only this moment today, can separate us. You will always live on in our hearts and thoughts and you will be greatly missed by your circle of friends.
We love you forever, Mary!
The gang of 5
Mary, I will miss you greatly. I love you in life, my daughter, and I love you in death.
Our connection was so natural, pure and mutual, that I said to her within our first year of friendship, “I think I knew you before, like my spirit knew your spirit before this time.” “Is that strange?” I asked her, and she said, “No, because I feel exactly the same way.” It was a bond we could not describe, as we would finish each other’s sentences, knew and shared just about anything and everything. She was the sister I never had, and knowing we had to stay in each other’s lives for all our lives, was just the unspoken understanding that we had.
Mary had a heart for people, for souls and for everyone to experience the joy of the Lord. I found it strange when Mary used to pray for celebrities, including one of her favorites, Whitney Houston, to be saved...and I mean serious fasting and prayer for them. She was an intercessor at heart for sure. One of Mary’s favorite things to do, probably more than singing, was to pray.
On that Friday evening when I got the call and that frantic voice note from Dale, all I could do was scream and pray all the way home. It was a no-brainer to jump on the next flight out to be by your side as I always felt, that was our place to be as long as we could. I was by your side when you got married, and you were by my side for my wedding day. I was by your side during some of your toughest situations, and you stood with me during mine and we rode out those storms together. Just the sound of your voice brought much peace to my mind whether talking, singing or laughing together.
I will miss you, my friend, but I take comfort in the fact that we have had 31 years of bonding and sisterhood, and I wouldn’t have traded that walk for anything else in this lifetime. 2 Corinthians 5:8 says, “To be absent from the body, is to be present with the Lord” and I know, my sister, you are present with Jesus. Sleep on sweet Maria, Mares, Mary, sleep on. I Love You!
Sister-Friend, Michelle Campbell
A Tribute by Valerie, Sister in Love
In her poem The Dash, Linda Ellis reminds us that the little line between our birth and death represents our life—our choices, our values, our legacy. Mary’s dash was radiant with purpose, compassion, faith, and unwavering love for God and others.
Mary was a wife, mother, worshipper, prayer warrior, psalmist, and friend. She embodied the spirit of a Proverbs 31 woman—strong, virtuous, generous, and faithful. She walked closely with God and inspired others to do the same. Her legacy lives on in her children, in the prayers she prayed, and in the hearts of those she touched.
Upon entering Mary’s home, her personal mantra greeted you on the wall:
“Pray to have eyes that see the best in people, a heart that forgives the worst, a mind that forgets the bad, and a soul that never loses faith in God.”
Mary didn’t just display these words—she lived them daily.
She and Dale shared a rare, beautiful love. She called him “Sweetie,” and he called her “Beautiful.” Their bond was one of respect, faith, and deep affection. I often told her how much I admired their relationship. Every December, Mom and I made time to babysit so they could enjoy their anniversary getaway. Their love was—and remains—a testimony of God’s grace.
Mary was a psalmist anointed to worship. Her voice lifted hearts towards heaven, and her lifestyle mirrored the lyrics she sang. She rose early every morning to pray and build a family altar. Her children—Israel, Joshua, and David—joined her, learning the rhythms of worship and spiritual discipline.
I remember returning from the hospital in the Bahamas after her passing, when Israel, though fully aware of his mother’s death, asked whether the church had sent him his assignment. His sense of duty, even in grief, reflected what Mary had poured into him—a heart committed to God and service.
Mary gave honest, wise counsel. It wasn’t always what you wanted to hear—but always what you needed. She reminded us constantly that Jesus is the goal. One of her favorite songs still rings in my heart:
“I’ve been through enough to know that God is enough for me.”
My dear brother Dale, may those words hold you close. God is enough for you, for Israel, for Joshua, and for David. Mary is now worshipping at the throne, her smile shining even brighter, her voice among the angels. She taught us to be ready—and she was ready.
Mary, your dash has left an indelible mark.
2 Timothy 4:7 reminds us:
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness...”
Mary, you have earned that crown.
And now, in my heart, I hear Dale and Mary singing together:
Dale:
“I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see, but all is well that is done by Thee.”
Mary (aka Beautiful):
“It is well with my soul.”
Rest well, beautiful Mary.
Your sister in love,
Valerie
Reflections from Those Who Loved Her
Uncle Junior
Mary was always smiling, consistently respectful and made it a point to greet me as “Uncle Junior”.
Keanu and Kareem
Aunty Mary was the sweetest soul, always greeting us with a big smile and a warm hug. She brought light to every room she entered. We will miss her radiant spirit, her singing and the way her happiness lifted everyone around her.
Melisia
Mary’s words could be sharp, but were always comforting. She spoke truth—even when it hurt—because she loved deeply.
Corey
Mary consistently lit up every room she entered—with her spirit and her voice. In over 20 years of knowing her, I never saw her without a smile. That alone speaks volumes. Heaven has truly gained an angel.
Wendy
– Her smile lit up every room.
– She made everyone feel special.
Denese
Mary had a beautiful soul that attracted everyone to her.
Debbie
Her positive, warm, and radiant presence brought so much joy. Her energy was contagious, and she made everything—and everyone—better. Cousin Mary will forever be in my heart.
Paul (Brother-in-Love)
When Mary came to visit us in England, within five minutes I prayed, “Yes God, You found my brother the perfect wife.” I talked to her more than I did to my own brother. She was my bestie—and I know she was everyone’s bestie. I feel helpless without her.
Terri-Ann
Mary was one of the most genuine and sincere women I’ve ever met. Her heart was pure, and her love was always felt. I will cherish every memory we shared.
Mary Bucknor
Though our time together was brief, it was meaningful. Mary affectionately called me her “Namesake,” and we shared the same humor and values. She was truly one of a kind—and deeply loved.
Paulette
We connected the first time we met. Mary was sweet, warm, and carried a quiet strength. She was an incredible mother and one of the greatest wives to walk this earth. She now has a special place in heaven, preparing a joyful welcome for her loved ones.
During and after College we were impacted by her strong passion for the Kingdom of God. Mary exuded love to everyone; she was kind, selfless and always optimistic. She encouraged us through our rough patches and was the kind of friend who could lift our spirits with the warmth of just a few words or her anointed prayers. Even her presence ensured peace during times when she would sit in silent empathy, allowing for venting while soaking up the pain. Her anointing was also conveyed through her amazing vocals that carried conviction and hope.
Mary was humble yet strong, she was an inspiration and a motivator to many. Although absolutely fun and vivacious, Mary lived a raptured-ready life; always mindful of where she went, what she did, what she watched or listened to and the impact it may have on her Christian walk. She was ministry focused and gave so much of herself; willing to honour the many requests we made for her to sing. Even in her death she still brings comfort to us during this difficult time, through her various recordings, voice notes and written messages. Mary’s friendship was a valuable commodity as she was a rare gem. Even though we wish we had more time with her, we are grateful for the memories we made, the encouragement she gave, and the joy of simply knowing her. Mary’s spirit will always live on in our heart, and we will carry her smile with us forever.
Sweet, sweet Mary, we are better for having known you, and we are grateful for the blessing of calling you friend, the lessons you taught, the patience you showed us and the numerous encouragement you gave. We thank God for your life and how beautifully you were used to impact both those you loved and strangers alike. We love you and can only hope to live as well as you did. We extend our deepest condolences to the loves of her life, Dale and their three boys, as well as her host of relatives and friends. She will surely be missed. Sleep in Peace God’s mighty warrior, you have fought a good fight and have kept the faith right to the very end. Our Mary Mary … never contrary.
We extend our deepest condolences to her husband Dale, three sons (Israel, Joshua and David John) and a host of relatives and friends.
Love,
Shena, Patrene, Carren & Shelleann
“Give thanks to Adonai for He is good, for His grace continues forever” (Psalm 136:1, CJB, gifted to me by Mary on September 10, 2018).
I thank God for the privilege of knowing Mary from her birth into the family of God, through the portal of Emmanuel Apostolic Church, 12 Slipe Road, Kingston, Jamaica. We connected mainly through Sunday school, the mass choir, and the youth department. Throughout the years, we developed a mother-daughter relationship, and we communicated often, as recently as August 25-27, 2025. Her marriage to Dale, “my son”, was a match made in heaven. Together, they complimented each other’s gifting, creating such harmonious melodies as they fulfilled God’s purpose. “A love like this will never, no, never pass away.”
Mary was a precious gem: she was beautiful inside-out, genuine, humble, and had an unmatched laughter and voice that will continue to echo in our hearts. Her rendition of the song, “I’ve been through enough to know He’ll be enough for me”, has become my anthem. She was another voice that ministered through her singing.
Mary was not just saved, but was truly converted, and a transformed child of Jesus Christ. She loved the Lord and served Him whole-heartedly. She lived READY!! And this is the profound message from the reality of her transition….“LIVE READY”, and in accordance with God’s Holy Scriptures. Let us not just preach, sing or repeat it, and then forget it, but let us live it.
My sincere condolences to Dale, Israel, Joshua, David-John, other relatives, church families, friends, and associates on the passing of our precious gem, Mary. God is sovereign and He has already made provision for our comfort and peace throughout this period of grieving and beyond. Let us commit our way unto the Lord, trust also in Him, and He will guide and give us the best outcome.
Mary, dearie, mi putus, my beloved ‘daughter’, see you in the RAPTURE some sweet day.
The Holy Spirit brought this to my heart as I mused on what to say about our beloved sister and friend. The words resonated deep in my heart - no doubt initiated by the Holy Ghost - as I thought of Mary’s worship. She worshipped not only from her soul, but also from her spirit.
The signal anointing on Mary’s life permeated her marriage, her motherhood, and her ministry. It could not be missed. Whether singing or praying, God’s anointing that graced her life immediately became evident.
Someone said in the prayer chat that Mary had the ability to make everyone feel like they were her bestie. This is true. That was because Mary loved people, and was never afraid to show it. It was God loving us through her.
When she sang, it wasn’t because she had a beautiful voice - which she did - it was because of the beautiful anointing that was all over her. I believe her singing brought a smile to the face of the LORD, because He was the One Who made her sing like that.
Mary’s love for the Lord marked everything she did. The passion with which she shared the word of God went straight to the heart of her audience and shaped their perspective. Her singing inspired us because she was singing TO HIM - not for Him. Her cheerful voice on the phone immediately brought a smile to our faces and often changed to laughter as the conversation went on.
This quote I heard from a minister recently, “We were given a beautiful gift. Can we find it in our hearts to say, "Thank You, Lord. Of Your own we give back to You.”
Elder Dale, it was only a few weeks ago that I understood something of what the Lord meant when He said, Blessed are they that mourn. He showed me that each of the Beatitudes are an entry point into a new dimension. So there is a blessing to those who have experienced profound loss AND CHOOSE TO TURN TO HIM IN THEIR GRIEF. This opens to them a dimension of exceptional comfort, a place of healing and rest. It’s a place of peace and an entrance into a relationship with the Lord they never experienced before. I pray you, Joshua, Israel, and David John discover this hidden place in the heart of your Heavenly Father.
Love, blessings, and Shalom.
Sister Phillippa Brown
To some, she was family by blood or by heart—“mother,” “daughter,” “sister,” and “auntie”—but to all, she was a woman of God whose presence brought comfort, laughter, and encouragement. Her prayers carried power, her laughter carried light, and her words carried life. Whether sharing wisdom, offering support for college books, or simply brightening a room with her smile, Mary embodied genuine love.
Her kindness left an imprint on every soul she touched. She had a way of making people feel seen, heard, and cared for. Her ability to pray over others with tenderness and to walk with them in life’s challenges reflected the heart of Christ.
Even in her final days among us, she gave the gift of presence—singing, hugging, praying softly, and leaving behind the peace of God. Those moments remain etched in our hearts, reminding us of her unshakable faith and her deep love for others.
Though it hurts to say goodbye, we rejoice in knowing that Mary has finished her earthly journey and is now resting in the eternal presence of her Savior. Her legacy is one of worship, love, laughter, and faithfulness. She will be remembered not only for the life she lived but for the way she made others feel—valued, loved, and closer to God.
Sister Mary James, you will forever live in our hearts until we meet again in glory.
✨ Forever Loved. Forever Missed. Forever in Glory. ✨
Submitted with Love and Gratitude, The Women of Christ Temple
Poem of Tribute
“Words Can’t Explain,” said Mary
Beyond magnificent
Overwhelmingly mesmerizing
Spellbound to speechlessness
I can hardly stand
To see the Lord Jesus in all His glory…
As He extends to me, His nail-scarred hand
Written by Sister Lorraine Burt for Mary James, 9/6/2025
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We will come together to remember and pay tribute to the wonderful person. While we mourn the loss of our dear, we also aim to cherish the moments shared and the joy brought into our lives. Your presence would mean a great deal to us during this time of remembrance and reflection.
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