Rowena Ann Holton

Rowena was my student at Vidor Elementary. She was a lively, happy person. I will never forget her and look forward to that day in heaven when we are all together again.

a dear friend to me throughout high school. At lunch Rowena, and mutual friends, Marianne Thompson, LaDonna Butts, and I spent enjoyed a great friendship. The first time I slow danced with a girl was at Rowenas birthday party...what a wonderful friend she was.

My dear friend from high school, how many times have you made us laugh. The first time I slow danced with a girl was at your house for your birthday party, Rowena you were a sweet friend to me, LaDonna, Marianne, Gary Coker...and abeautiful singer...so sad that you have passed from our lives, God bless you

My prayer and thoughts are with you. We will all miss you until we meet again. You are loved.

My sincerest and deepest condolences to the family and friends of this sweet and fiesty soul! Rowena will be fondly remembered for lighting up EVERY room she walked in... and brightening up the spirits of everyone she came in contact with. She had a wonderful energy and charisma that will always be remembered. God rest her soul and God bless the family she left behind until you reunite with her in God's beautiful heaven once again. Rest in peace dear classmate.

Clark,

Our prayers are with you and your family. We have a new angel in Heaven and she will be watching over you.

Sincerely,
Kathleen (AKA Kat) and Mark Douglas

Clark,

Please know that your family is in my thoughts and prayers.

Clark, I am so sorry for your loss. The only peace we can share is that we will see our loved ones again one day.
I would like to share this:

He Gathers Every Teardrop

Regardless of the circumstance,
Regardless of the fear,
Regardless of the pain we bear,
Regardless of the tear,

Our God is ever in control,
Performing as He should,
And He has promised in His word,
To work things for our good.

But as a loving Father would,
He sometimes lets us cry,
To cleanse the hurt out of our heart,
To wash it from our eye.
Yet gently gathers He the tears,
Within His hands to stay,
Until He turns them into pearls,
And gives them back someday.

© 1980 Glenda Fulton Davis

“Put thou my tears into
thy bottle; are they not
in thy book? Psalm 56:8

Clark,

I am sorry to hear this. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Bob

Sundays will never be the same again without my "flea market" partner. I love you so much Rowena. Rest in Peace my sweet friend.