Cynthia Lorraine Hazel, age 74, of Little Rock, Arkansas, fell asleep in death on November 5, 2020. She was born to Leonard Burrell and Rena Mae Eady on December 23, 1945 in Clearwater, FL. She was a Jehovah’s Witness who attended a local congregation in the Little Rock area who remained faithful until the end.
She is survived by her father, Leonard Burrell of New York; her brothers, Gerard Burrell of New York, Butchie Jones of Texas, Christopher Burrell of New York, and Daren Burrell of New York; her sisters, Armentia Burrell of Florida, Lisa Jones of New York, Crystal Goodwin of Texas, and Katrina Croom of New York; her daughters, Tonia Green of Texas and Sheree Hazel of Georgia; her sons, Anthony “Muggie” Hazel Jr. (deceased) and Scott Hazel of Little Rock; her daughter-in-law, Diedra Hazel and her grandchildren; Julius Faciane, Johnathan Grant, Steven Green, Stephanie Richardson, Anthony Hazel and Ariyana Hazel as well as a host of loved ones. She is preceded in death by her mother, Rena Mae Eady; her husband, Anthony Hazel; her brothers, Leonard Burrell Jr. and Lamont Burrell; and one grandchild, Avery Hazel.
Cynthia loved Mike & Ike candy and could be readily found doing a word puzzle, which she enjoyed, or crocheting a blanket for a loved one or close friend while eating her favorite candy. She used to get so mad at her son Scott, for always stealing all the red ones out of the bag.
Cynthia loved to spend time at her daughter Sheree’s house, staring out the window and admiring her flower bed that she had planted. The various colors of the flowers would bring a smile to her face all the time. She was referred to by the neighbors as, “the guardian of the flowers”.
Cynthia paid so much attention to everyone she met, every detail, as to capture the little things for them that she felt meant the most. She loved providing cards to people to show appreciation as opposed to only words because she knew the cards would serve as a living memory to be reflected on by those who impacted her life in a positive way. She absolutely was in love with Luther Vandross and his music. Coming to her house on a Saturday morning, you would see the windows and curtains wide open to allow the fresh morning air in while hearing Luther’s eloquent voice blaring from the TV or stereo as she cleaned the apartment with her nodding her head in enjoyment.
Cynthia didn’t really have a favorite food or restaurant, but rather enjoyed the time spent with family and/or friends and the smiles on everyone’s faces. It was always the little things that warmed her heart. She may not have had a lot of money in this world as a single mother, but she was very rich in kindness, love and putting a keen attention to detail on the little things that her kids and grandkids grew to cherish. She taught her children to be independent and to never be in a position to have to depend on anyone for anything.
Cynthia had a passion for plants and had a green thumb. There was not a plant that she couldn’t love back to life and help flourish. She loved lining the curb in front of her apartment on Saturday mornings to show her accomplishments.
She truly adored nature and being in the outdoors. She said this time was to “rediscover herself” and strengthen her love for Jehovah. She loved traveling and would never pass up an opportunity to take in a beautiful sunset. Above all, she absolutely adored her grand kids. She cherished every moment spent with them and in her final days she was able to have them all together under one roof for a family dinner/vacation. The joy on her face could not be put in words.
You can think about her life as the date she was born, the date she passed away, separated by a dash. As insignificant as the dash may seem, her life is really found in that dash and now only those that loved her, know what that little line was worth. Cynthia lived her life through an inspirational reminder that it’s not about the number of years we spend on this earth, but it’s about how we live those years that truly matters.
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