Helen Authel Robbins Wike

Funeral service will be 1:00 p.m. Thursday, August 9, 2012 at Johnson’s Funeral Home Chapel. Burial will follow at Fairmount Cemetery.

Helen was born on August 22, 1917 in Coolidge, Texas to Arthur and Edna Pearl Lewis Robbins.

Her children were the primary focus of her life. She taught by steadfast example. She considered each of her children her most precious gift. In turn, she was considered the rock and pillar of her family, grounding them in love and generosity of spirit. These values live on in her grandchildren, adding love and a sense of sharing to their own lives.

She was salutatorian of her Water Valley High School graduating class. She perpetually enjoyed reading novels, biographies, and genealogy. She took a particular interest in solving Sudoku puzzles.

Upon meeting her, people always commented and still remember on her alertness for 94 and her keen interest in others. She had a particular gift for burrowing down deep to solve thorny issues. She is forever cherished for her cheerfulness and engaging smile, warming up every new acquaintance to make them feel like an old friend.

Predeceased by parents mother Edna Pearl, father Arthur Robbins, and brother Jack Lewis Robbins. Husband Troy Scott and son Jerry Lewis. Survivors Son Jeffery Scott Wike and wife Anita of Bedford, TX; Rex Douglas Wike and wife Ursula of San Angelo TX; Daughters Janis Helen and husband Tom Roznowski of Lago Vista, TX, Glenna Jean and husband Tony Loera, Joanne Elizabeth Wike of San Angelo, June Elaine and husband Billy Jetton all of San Angelo, TX. Grand kids, Shane, Jared, Jerry Scott, Barry, Robin Wike, Laura Blaylock, Wesley Wike, Donna Lael Griffin, Hilary Turner, and Travis Jetton. She is also survived by 18 great-grandchildren & one great-great grand-child.

Pallbearers for the service will be her Grandsons.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.

Beyond The Window Pane

There are those who are old and

well stricken in age

Whose hearts are as warm as a

flame –

They long for pleasures, they

knew in their youth

For a life, beyond their window

pane –

They have lived with a faith, a

hope and a trust

And eagerly wait for the dawn of

tomorrow

They are little aware, that time

changes things

Or that age lives on the time

that it borrows –

While the body grows old with

the passing time

A spirit may be happy and gay –

The body may lie helpless, in

sweet repose,

While the spirit seeks rapture

and play –

Spirits cannot be seen by the

mortal eye

But the aged have much to gain –

By following the spirit, as it

takes its flight

And soars out, beyond their

window pane.