Our beloved mother, Helen Anne Sheets, age 87, passed away suddenly on Wednesday, June 27, 2018 surrounded by her loving family. She was born on June 19, 1931 to the late Elden and Margaret Eubank and was a native of West Virginia.
Helen was a telephone operator for AT&T for many years. Born during the depression she was a strong, feisty, and independent woman, but she also had a wonderful sense of humor. Everyone who met Helen loved her and you could never forget her beautiful smile. She was the most honest person you ever met and always said exactly what was on her mind. She will be greatly missed by many people.
A celebration of life will be held at 2:00 p.m., Saturday, June 30, 2018 at The H.M. Patterson – Canton Hill Funeral Home Chapel. The family will receive friends from noon until 2:00 pm in the reception hall at the funeral home.
Family
She is survived by her three daughters, Dale Wilkins, and husband Bruce Wilkins, Deborah Adams, and husband Philip Adams, Patricia J. Berry, and husband Robert Berry; sister, Rose McDonald, and husband Paul McDonald, and sister-in-law, Mary Lou Eubank; five grandchildren, Kelli Williford, and husband Jon Madison Williford, Natalie Cash, and husband Christopher Cash, Brian Young, and wife Jennifer Young, Joshua Adams, and wife Laura Adams, and Morgan Berry; 6 great grandchildren, Jon Allen Williford, Haley Williford, Henry Cash, Claire Cash, Presley Bobowski, and Everett Adams.
She was preceded in death by her parents, Elden and Margaret, and her siblings Julia Higginbotham, Patricia Graham, and Donald Eubank.
In lieu of flowers, the family has requested donations be made to the Atlanta County Humane Society
981 Howell Mill Rd NW, Atlanta, GA 30318 in Helen’s name.
A special poem, which Helen could recite from memory was written by Alfred Joyce Kilmer entitle “Trees”
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
