Shirley Louise Childers

Shirley Louise Childers, 83, of Mesquite, Texas, passed away December 21, 2019. She was born in Rosemont, West Virginia on May 20, 1936. Shirley graduated from Flemmington High School and received her degree in accounting at Pensacola Junior College in Pensacola, Florida. She married Leonard Maurice Childers on February 7, 2004.

Shirley worked as a Collections Specialist for the Dallas Morning News, and retired in 2003. Mom truly loved working around the house. Whether it was painting, installing the wood floors, swinging a hammer, wood working, needle point and most of all, gardening. Mom had many collections but her most precious one was her collection of angels.

She loved her family, including her beloved dogs, birds and fish. Throughout her life she was always active in the church and cherished her relationship with God.

Shirley was preceded in death by her husband, Leonard Childers, son, Kevin McVoy, mother, Estel Moore, father, Kenneth Moore, sister, Alice Polis and brother, Richard Moore.

She is survived her son, Shayne McVoy; daughter, Brenda McVoy; daughter, Tanza Crowther; grandchildren, Tyler, Clayton, Sarah, Fred, Ben, Zach, Ashley and Matthew; great grandchildren, Oliver, Noah, Logan, McKenzie, Alissa, Samantha, Madison and Emma; two brothers, Grant and Terry Moore.

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 King James Version (KJV)

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.