Colene J. Mitchell

Her brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews and loved ones came to see her off.

She died knowing she was loved by a lot of people.

She always said she didn’t want any lies told in her obituary — so here’s the truth: She was sometimes mean, unyielding, unforgiving. Flawed. Human.

But most times? Funny — like tear-inducing, side-achingly funny. Especially with a couple of drinks in her. Kind — the type of kindness you could depend on at 3am when you had nowhere else to go. Smart — effortlessly beat you at Scrabble, solve crosswords, complete 1000-piece puzzles in a day, clear Jeopardy categories smart. And loving — the all encompassing kind that leaves you with a gaping hole in your heart, soul and life without her.

We will grieve for ourselves — because the loss of her is a painful thing for us all to bear. But rejoice for her. She is no longer in pain. No longer tired. No longer suffering. She is happy and comforted and at peace in the embrace of our God and the loved ones who are waiting for us all.

We will all be reunited one day — and she’ll make the potato salad.

Service are private for Colene Johnson Mitchell.