Frances Ann Garrell

June 21, 1939 - December 29, 2012
Frances Ann Garrell

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Frances Ann Pope Garrell, 73, of Wilmington passed away Saturday December 29, 2012 at her home.

Frances was born in Columbus County on June 21, 1939, the daughter of the late Marvin Edison and Rhoda Bullard Pope. She, along with her late husband J.T Garrell, were members of the Famous “Whiteys” Round Table. She was considered “MeMe” to the many people she adopted into her family.

She is survived by her children, Kathryn G. Ward and husband Dayton, of Whiteville, Eddie Garrell and wife Kelly, of Houston, TX, Teresa Maready and husband Ric, of Wilmington, five grandchildren and two great-grandchildren, and sister Barbara Pope Edwards of Hallsboro.

The family will celebrate her life and memories from 6 PM until 8 PM Thursday January 3, 2013 at her home.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that memorial contributions be made to a charity of choice.

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  • December 31, 2012
    Lisa Mcclellan Hodge says:
    Kathy, Eddie, and Teresa. We are so sorry for the loss of your mother. You are in our prayers. Lisa Mcclellan Hodge and Jane Bell

  • January 07, 2013
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  • January 12, 2013
    KonSrey says:
    When I was young, I moved a lot. I'm not talking cietis or even states. I mean countries. Every night I would cry for home, but there was always that sliver of hope, telling me, You can always come back. It will always be there. But even as I returned years later, I always found that the land that I had loved changed. It was not the land I had grown up in, and it never will be again. I have never felt the loss of a person. I could never imagine that degree of loss; the agony, the tears shed. All I can do is try to relate. You can always go back to the person; their footprints forever trapped in that old picture or their remains in a grave. But it will never be the same. All you have are your memories. I hope that you can be with the person that needs you the most, and treasure those memories. That way, you can celebrate the person's life and the person that they used to be. It will mean more than any stupid Hallmark card.