Margaret L. Butler
Funeral services for Margaret L. Butler, 90, West Plains, Missouri, will be held at 2:00 p.m., Friday, December 13, 2013, in the Rose Chapel at Robertson-Drago Funeral Home.
Mrs. Butler went to be with the Lord at 6:10 p.m., Tuesday, December 10, 2013.
She was born December 21, 1922, at Grinnell, Iowa, to John Samuel Marcum and Violet Wood Marcum. On June 14, 1965, she was married at Salem, Arkansas, to Frederick Ewing “Fred” Butler, who preceded her in death on February 20, 2005. Mrs. Butler was a Christian.
She is survived by four children, Darlene Graff, Delmar Borders, Jackie Hunt and Jerry Brazeal; three brothers, George Marcum, Alvan Marcum and Frank Marcum; three sisters, Dolores Mayfield, Rosie Heinzmann and Ruth Crites; thirteen grandchildren, numerous great-grandchildren; several great-great-grandchildren; and many nieces and nephews.
Her parents, husband, one daughter, Barbara Jean Butler and three brothers, precede her in death.
Mrs. Butler will lie in state from 4:00 p.m., Thursday, until service time at Robertson-Drago Funeral Home. Burial will be in the Howell Memorial Park Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made to St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital, and may be left at Robertson-Drago Funeral Home.
The family of Margaret Butler would like to thank the entire personnel at West Vue Nursing Center for their tender, loving and special care that went above and beyond their regular duties. May God bless each and every one of you!
Randy, Jenny and Benson
December 12, 2013 @ 12:18 pm
Thinkin of you. You are in our Prayers.
God Bless You Grandma.
Joetta
December 12, 2013 @ 6:41 pm
Margaret was a funny, kind and sweet lady who could talk your ear off. I am happy that I had the chance to meet her. Hugs & blessings to her family.
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!