- Date Of Birth: September 30, 1958
- Date Of Death: November 6, 2020
- State: Alabama
Susan “Sue” Williams Green, 62, passed away Friday, November 6, 2020. She was a native of Alabama and a resident of Clarke County, Alabama. Sue was a graduate of Jackson High School. She was a member of River Hill Baptist Church and attended Church of Christ, Jackson, AL. Sue taught Sunday School and GA’S. She was very dedicated to her family. Every year for her daughters birthday Sue would bake her a birthday cake. Sue’s favorite thing to do was read and go watch her grandson Wesley play baseball, she always would wear her shirt that said “Wesley’s GiGi & PawPaw”. She would travel and participate in all of her daughter’s & grandson’s school functions and extra curricular activities. Sue will be sadly missed by all her family and friends.
Survivors
Husband of Almost 45 Years
Fred Treva Green
Daughter
Amanda Sue Green
Sisters
Pamela Ruth Williams (Nick) Dalgo
Nancy Havelin
One Grandson
Wesley Nathaniel Kelly
Preceded in Death By:
Parents ~ Jessie Lawrence Williams & Maxine Stanley Williams
The Story Of “Dr. Love”
It seems like more and more people I meet have convenient or temporary relationships. While I personally grew up in a home where a strong commitment existed between the parents, I find it hard to understand couples who are ready to split when storms arise.
People who are raised in broken homes or where marriage exists only as a convenience or as long as it is self serving must also have a difficult time comprehending “a commitment that will last until the grave.”
Many times, I talk with men who are separating from their spouse for whatever the reason and a mental picture of Dr. Love comes to my mind. A few years after meeting this gentleman I gave him the honorary Doctorate of Love degree because I didn’t know his name. He needed a “handle” and a title of respect since he taught me more than most of my college professors.
Without any more words I did an about-face, walked down to 106 as instructed and knocked. Opening the door was a very distinguished elderly gent with a fatherly smile and comforting eyes. He was first with the words, “Come on in young man, my name is Chester and this is my bride, Ellen,” as he focused his attention to a small bald head on the bed. She had lost so much weight that her body only caused the covers to rise a little and she looked like a bald head in the bed.
“And what is your name son?” he asked. “Tom,” I said. “Honey this is Tom who has come to see you.” Quietly, he said, “She doesn’t look like much now, but she’s my baby, Tom, and here’s our family. This is our wedding picture, we’ve been married for over sixty years, and this is a picture of our first house. Wasn’t she a beautiful girl, Tom” “Yes sir, she’s a beautiful girl, sir,” I said. “Are you married, Tom?” “Yes sir,” I replied.
“Let me tell you something, son. Love your girl, she’s a gift from God and you cannot love her too much. Pamper her, treasure her and give her love. Love only her and when you come to this point in your life you can look at your baby and honestly say, “It’s just been you and me baby.” Then Tom, you can be what you have to be, you won’t have to hide a thing.”
I looked around the hospital room as I tried to get my throat back and I noticed that this wasn’t a hospital room at all, it was a room from their home. The bed tray had a large doily on it and one of those wind-up ticking clocks we used to see so much. There was a braided rug on the floor probably made by Ellen, and the walls were covered with pictures.
If Ellen would have come out of her coma for an instant, she would have felt the love of her home and her husband. He planned it that way.
“Well, Tom, thanks for coming by to see Ellen and I, and remember son, love your baby,” he said as he opened the door.
“I will sir, I will,” I said, using up all the words I could make. Then walking down the corridor I passed the nurse’s station and saw Jan. I winked and said “thanks.”
Thanks for an experience of a lifetime. A lesson in fidelity and commitment and a challenge to a younger married man.
Love,
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