August 28, 1931 – November 13, 2020
Betty Myrick, age 89, was born in Houston, Texas entered into eternal rest on Friday, November 13, 2020.
She is preceded in death by her husband of 63 years, Johnny Wade Myrick and her parents, Clarence and Cornelia "Neely" Brown.
Left to cherish her memory is son, Dr. Terry W. Myrick and wife Stephanie; grandchildren, Jason W, Myrick and wife Courtney, SPC Zachary T. Myrick, Cole M. Myrick; great- grandchildren Cadien, Killian and Emerson Myrick; cousin Karolyn Griffin; brothers-in-law George Myrick and Ronnie Stallings, as well as numerous nieces, nephews, extended family and friends.
She attended Austin High School and lived in Houston most of her life, until moving to Beaumont in 1998 to be closer to her son, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She enjoyed time with her family and neighbors. She was an artist enjoying oil painting and photography and working as a professional photographer for years.
Honorary Pallbearers are Jason Myrick, Zachary Myrick, Cole Myrick, George Myrick, Bob Schnuriger, Jim Goldmeyer, John Myrick, Capt. Mark Griffin, Greg Griffin and Col. Kirt Stalling.
The family would like to extend their gratitude to Celi, Josephine, Bobet, Chrissen, Rowena and Chari for the wonderful compassion and care they showed to Betty.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Association of Houston and the SE Chapters.
A graveside service for Betty will be held Saturday, November 21, 2020 at 11:00 AM at Forest Park Lawndale Funeral Home, 6900 Lawndale Street, Houston, TX 77023.
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.ForestParkLawndaleFH.com for the Myrick family.
Saturday, November 21, 2020
The Harydzak Family Harydzak
November 20, 2020
So, so sorry. You all will be in our thoughts and prayers. She was a wonderful person and a great photographer. She took our wedding day photos.
November 17, 2020
I’ll always remember meeting Betty and Johnny for the first time at their home in Beaumont. It must have been more than 20 years ago. Betty looked like the serious type but Johnny always had a twinkle in his eye.They were retired and BOTH loved to talk. They talked and talked and I just loved it. I didn’t need to say a thing! I loved hearing their old stories. They were good people willing to share days gone by. I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to known them.
November 16, 2020
Buddy and I met Betty and Johnny in 1963 when we moved next door in Houston. Over the course of some 30 years we became not friends, but family. Since neither Betty nor I had a sister, we claimed each other. Each day when Johnny came home, I would join them for coffee. Almost every day you could hear screaming laughter from us. Johnny was the brother Buddy didn't have in town. We missed them terribly when they moved to be closer to Terry and his family. I will keep them both tucked inside my heart.
I send my prayers for Terry , Stephanie and their family. May the Sweet Memories Never Fade. Beverly Winfield