The Chattanooga News
Chattanooga, OK
31 Jul 1913, Thursday, page 4
In the midst of life we are in death. These sad words were only too forcibly brought before us last Wednesday night, when the sad news went over the country thatour good, kind neighbor, Mrs. Emery Cook had suddenly expired with heart failure. Her death was such a shock to her family who are almost prostrate with grief.
Her daughter, Miss Rachel was attending school at Edmond, and the news of her mother's death, whom she supposed to be in the best of health, was a great shock to her, and her condition was truly pitiable.
The deceased was the mother of a large and gifted family.
None ever entered her home without a warm welcome nor left without feeling the warmth of a genuine hospitality, so characteristic of her ancestry. Disease did not destroy the charm of a kind indulgent disposition, nor age diminish her unselfish solicitude for friends and loved ones. Adhering to the faith of her fathers, she united with the Methodist church when but a small girl, having lived a devout Christian life.
The love of a mother for her children passeth all understanding. Some of the boys and girls that stood beside the casket of this Angel Mother long ago passed out from the little home circle. Business cares and their own home circles have encroached upon their time may have robbed mother of her companionship, but she was ever just the same rejoicing in their successes and grieving at their misfortunes. They may have grown away from her, but she never from them; they were still her boys and girls.
She was a good faithful wife and her companion with whom she has lived so many years mourns earth's greatest loss. The parting is only temporary and this seperation will end in an eternal reuion.
Mrs. Cook leaves her husband and seven children to mourn her loss.
The funeral was held at the home in Blue Beaver district, last Thursday evening and was very largely attended. It was pathetic beyound expression. Interment in Pecan cemetery.
"We will weep for the days that come no more,
For one sunbeam gone from the heart and door:
For a missing step, for a nameless grace,
For a mother's form, for a mother's face:
But not for the soul whose crown is won.
Whose infinite joy has only begun;
Not for the spirit enrobed in light,
Crowned where the angels are tonight."
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