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Naomi Sarah Vaughn, age 84, of Wayton, AR, passed away Thursday, March 13, 2008 at Jasper.
She was born January 7, 1924, at Wayton, AR. the daughter of Sanford and Mae (Snow) Henderson.
She was a homemaker, a Baptist, and had lived most of her life in Newton County, except for about twenty years, living in California.
She was preceded in death by her parents; two husbands, Arthur Lansden and Beacher Vaughn; two brothers, Ned Henderson and Shannon Henderson; and one sister, Helen Davis.
Survivors include a son, Dick Lansden, of Harrison, AR; a daughter, Florence Lansden, of Wayton, AR; a brother, Bobby Henderson, of Wayton, AR; seven grandchildren; six great grandchildren; two great- great grandchildren; and many nieces and nephews.
Visitation was Sunday, March 16, 2008 at Coffman Funeral Home in Jasper, AR. Service was Monday, March 17, 2008 at Wayton Freewill Baptist Church with Tony Taylor officiating. Naomi is buried beside her first husband and the father of her children, Arthur Lansden, in Wayton Cemetery, at Wayton, AR.
Pallbearers were Todd Acton, J.R. Looper, Bill Henderson, Bobby Henderson, Jr., Kenny Eddings, and David Feber. Honorary pallbearers were Dr. Jimmy Justice and Edward Acton.

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"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"

~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)


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Don't Cry for me...

If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.

by John G. Ward & Matthew E

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♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6


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You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love and go on.

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