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Rita Jean Smith-Fowlkes

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Rita Jean Smith-Fowlkes

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28 Apr 2022 (aged 70)
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Rita Smith-Fowlkes passed away in her sleep on April 28, 2022 in Carson City Nevada. She was born on January 12, 1952 to Wenford and Pauline Luttrell in Modesto California, and grew up in Porter, California. She kept in touch with many of her friends and acquaintances over the years, but was a very family- bound woman. Rita spent most of her professional life as a caregiver and helped many people with her kind hearted soul.
Rita is survived by her sister Eileen, son Corey, daughter Katherine, 12 grandchildren, and 2 great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents, sister Joetta, sons' carl and Christopher.
There will be a viewing on May 6, 2022 at Autumn Funerals & Cremations between 12:00pm to 4:00pm and cremation will follow.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there,
I did not die.
-Author Unknown-
Rita Smith-Fowlkes passed away in her sleep on April 28, 2022 in Carson City Nevada. She was born on January 12, 1952 to Wenford and Pauline Luttrell in Modesto California, and grew up in Porter, California. She kept in touch with many of her friends and acquaintances over the years, but was a very family- bound woman. Rita spent most of her professional life as a caregiver and helped many people with her kind hearted soul.
Rita is survived by her sister Eileen, son Corey, daughter Katherine, 12 grandchildren, and 2 great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents, sister Joetta, sons' carl and Christopher.
There will be a viewing on May 6, 2022 at Autumn Funerals & Cremations between 12:00pm to 4:00pm and cremation will follow.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there,
I did not die.
-Author Unknown-

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