On the morning of June 26th, the sun came up as usual announcing the birth of a new day. But something was missing. At the same time, something far more profound was at hand. What was missing was the physical presence of Alice (Soileau), who flew into the heavens at 3:30 on the afternoon of June 25th. The something more profound was the spiritual presence of sweet liberation… and a sacred returning Home that is palpable in the eyes and hearts of those who loved and honored her freedom flight.
To talk about Alice is like trying to describe a beautiful cardinal to a blind man. Words can point at it but cannot capture the true expression of such grace and beauty. So for a moment, float your hand over your heart. Close your eyes so your heart can see. And allow Spirit to describe her soul to you and the merits of her human life. Take your time….. listen deeply!
She called us children. She called us friends. She called us companions. She called us comfort and joy. And as it should be, Alice now sits with Silvin, Crystal, Lester, Donald, and all her friends and companions of the light around God’s table of plenty.
We are reminded of this ~ You cannot lose what cannot be lost! So, selfishly we say “I miss you Alice”. Joyously we say…. “Be free. Know you have been truly loved and cherished. Know such Love experiences no ending.”
On Monday, June 29, you are invited to gather at J.E Hixon’s Funeral Home in Lake Charles, LA to visit with each other, to remember, to celebrate 95 years of human life and the eternity of a soul’s life.
Visitation begins at 11:00 a.m. until time of service on Monday, June 29, 2026, in the Chapel of Lilies at J.E. Hixson Funeral Home, Lake Charles. Funeral Service will follow at 1:00 p.m. with Pastor Paula Raley and Pastor Willie Bellard officiating. Burial will follow in Westlake Memorial Park Cemetery.
There will be tears and there will be laughter and song. Whether you are physically present or present in spirit, you will be touched by a spiritual breeze and a stirring in your heart as we open our fists and sing, “Fly, fly away!” As Kahil Gabrain wrote, “What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun.”
Her Grateful Family
