Maggie Rose was survived by her loving parents, Chad and Julie Jordan of Somerset, Kentucky; three sisters, Madison Jordan, Bethany Jordan, and Harlee Jordan, all of Somerset, Kentucky; her maternal grandfather, Glen Roy of Somerset, Kentucky; her paternal grandmother, Betty Jordan of Greensboro, Georgia; and a host of other family and family friends who mourn her passing.
Maggie Rose was preceded in death by her maternal grandmother, JoAnne Roy; and her paternal grandfather, Wayne Jordan.
Private graveside family services were held on Saturday, January 16th, 2016 in the Southern Oaks Cemetery in Somerset, Kentucky with Bro. Tony Hall officiating.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF MAGGIE ROSE,
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above. We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold. So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them and so He takes but a few, to make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try. The saddest word mankind will ever know will always be "Goodbye".
Maggie Rose was survived by her loving parents, Chad and Julie Jordan of Somerset, Kentucky; three sisters, Madison Jordan, Bethany Jordan, and Harlee Jordan, all of Somerset, Kentucky; her maternal grandfather, Glen Roy of Somerset, Kentucky; her paternal grandmother, Betty Jordan of Greensboro, Georgia; and a host of other family and family friends who mourn her passing.
Maggie Rose was preceded in death by her maternal grandmother, JoAnne Roy; and her paternal grandfather, Wayne Jordan.
Private graveside family services were held on Saturday, January 16th, 2016 in the Southern Oaks Cemetery in Somerset, Kentucky with Bro. Tony Hall officiating.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF MAGGIE ROSE,
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above. We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold. So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them and so He takes but a few, to make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try. The saddest word mankind will ever know will always be "Goodbye".
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