Naoma Ruth Gibson
December 23, 1937 – January 6, 2020
Funeral services for Naoma Ruth Kemp-Gibson will be held on Friday, January 10th, 2020 at 2:00 PM at Reed-Culver Chapel with Brother Dennis Sixkiller officiating. Her family will receive visitors on Thursday, January 9th, 2020 from 12:00 p.m. until 6:00 Pm at reed-Culver Chapel. Honorary Pallbearers for Naoma will be her grandsons, Justin Grayson, Jesse Grayson, Wesley Parish, Joshua Parish, Aaron Davis and Stephen Davis. Online condolences for her family may be left at www.reedculver.com.
Naoma Ruth Kemp-Gibson was born on Thursday, December 23, 1937 in Darwin, OK, the daughter of Joel A. Kemp and Anna Mae Johnson-Parish. She grew up in a household with two brothers and five sisters, Fay, Sham Jr, Lucille, Mary Ann, Sina, Frances and Mark. She attended and graduated Wheelock Boarding School until the 8th grade and then completed high school at Sequoyah High School in Tahlequah. She then moved to Albuquerque, NM and enrolled in University, obtaining her Practical Nursing Degree. She would meet and marry her life’s companion, Simon Gibson and they were united in marriage in 1973, in Bethel, OK, until his death in 1985. Naoma has two sons, Larry Parish and Douglas Hooper, three daughters, Debra Grayson, Dawna Davis and Stacey Gibson. Naoma was first and foremost a Christian, who served her Saviour. She was a beautiful daughter, wife, wonderful mother and grand mother. She worked as a nurse in various places to provide for her family. She raised her children to be independent, strong minded and considerate of others. She instilled the love of God in their daily lives and prayed for them daily. She was Baptist by faith and not only enjoyed Sundays in church, but revivals, singings and church programs. When she wasn’t in church, you’d find her reading her Bible, making notations. One of her favorite gifts to receive was notebooks and pens. She’d use them for her studies in the Bible. She loved to play the piano and played for most of the church services and during the Christmas plays, she was the soundtrack. Naoma loved gospel music but her favorite gospel music was the music she heard in church, Cherokee and Choctaw gospel songs. She liked taking rides and whatever the day held, she was happy to be a part of, whether it be garage sales, getting foods to eat while traveling, going through the country side to see the different colors of leaves in the fall or taking an unknown road to see where it leads. It was also time she spent with one of her children having long conversations. One of her favorite colors was maroon because she liked the Avon perfume, Topaz. which to her, went hand in hand. She supported and encouraged her children to make good decisions when new changes needed to be considered. When the children were ready to leave they could always expect a prayer, a hand held, a hug or a kiss before they left her room. She was beautiful inside and out and then her health weakened, she loved to cook for them, tell them stories and just watch them when they didn’t know she was watching. I believe she was watched as well, when her health began to weaken, her Saviour gave her a bit more time to prepare her children for what was to come. When she had said all her prayers and there was nothing she had left to say, her Lord said, “It’s time to come home.” With that, on January 6, 2020, Naoma left her 82 year old, earthly body and followed her Saviour home.
She is preceded in death by her husband, Simon, her mother, Anna Mae and father, Joel A Camp, one brother, Mark Parish and two sisters, Mary Ann Butler and Sina Hopper.
Those left to celebrate her life include her children, Larry Wayne Parish of Muskogee, OK, Debra June Grayson and husband Webster of Tahlequah, Douglas Dean Hooper of Tahlequah, Dawna Lynn Davis and husband Raymond of Mustang, OK, and Stacey Earlene Gibson of Tahlequah. She leaves a brother, Sham Parish Jr, and four sisters, Fay Cleveland, Lucille Loman of Oklahoma City, and Frances Thornton of Tulsa, OK. She lives on in her 12 grandchildren, Wesley Parish, Cheyanna Parish, Joshua Parish, Laranda Parish, Justin Grayson, Jennifer Grayson, Wyntre Grayson, Jesse Grayson, Aaron Davis, Stephen, Davis, Summer Gibson and Sada Zeissel. There are also 22 great grandchildren, Reigyn Grayson, Angel Grayson, Conner Grayson, Aziekiel Morrison, Zane Grayson, Jada Davis, Lylli Davis, Franki Davis, Kingston Davis, Amryn Gibson, Aaron Sanders, Arya Sanders, Kyler Parish, Zoe Parish, Paisley Parish, Laylen Parish, Emery Fields, Dontez Fields, Dakota Parish, Daxton Parish, and Kinsley Parish, as well as many nieces, nephews, cousins and a host of friends and loved ones far too numerous to mention.
- Justin Grayson, Honorary
- Jesse Grayson, Honorary
- Wesley Parish, Honorary
- Joshua Parish, Honorary
- Aaron Davis, Honorary
- Stephen Davis, Honorary
- Visitation Thursday, January 9, 2020
- Funeral Service Friday, January 10, 2020
Naoma Ruth Gibson
January 9, 2020
Growing up anytime I talked to you. Your answer for everything was to pray. I remember asking you if I was saying my prayers right. You said you just start talking and telling him what was on my heart. I bent his ear talking to him about you and my mama. I thanked him for you. I thank him for you giving me my mama. I will always thank him for all that is good in my life. I thank him for making you my Grannie for all these years of my life. For being great grannie to my boys. For loving me. I will love you for the rest of my life. What a beautiful reunion you woke up to on January 6th. You are always loved and forever be missed.
January 8, 2020
Growing up, I can remember going to OKC and staying with Granny and playing with my cousins. Then later when she moved down to Tahlequah, she would come babysit us while dad was out of town and mom worked overnights. She would always pray at our bedsides followed by singing. Yesterday, she went to be the Lord where she can now rest. Definitely a tough day for the family and myself. I know she has a body with no pain or weakness so I’m happy for her. She heard her mother sing again and what a sight it must have been when she opened her eyes.
I love you and miss you Granny. We will see you when it’s time
January 8, 2020
Memories... So many to tell. Stories of her childhood. Stories of her life. The good and the bad. We could talk to each other about anything. Whatever was on her heart and whatever was on mine. I used to laugh with her about a story when I lived with her. She was making frybread and it fell on the floor. She got so mad she said "if you want to be down there...stay down there!" As she stomped it into the tile floor some more. I just laughed and ran away before she grouched at me too. She was always in my corner. She was my momma too. She called me Little Sister. She always forgot I was her grandchild. I did too. She taught me to stick up for myself to bullies. She told me to call the bully (Megan) to me and knock on her head... So i did. And when I did Gma was right outside with me watching me handle it. First thing she asked me was if I felt better. I did. She taught me to be strong. But that it was okay to cry as long as i picked myself back up and kept going. She used to sing You are my sunshine. And bushel and a peck to me. And another one that's a little demented haha. She always told me I could come to her day and night if I needed her. And she meant it. I'd call her from having dreams that scared me and she'd be awake. We were in a tornado warning a couple years ago. Wind was blowing rain was pouring to where you couldn't see anything. I called to ask if she was okay. First thing she said was "do you need me to come get you?" I laughed and told her we were good and that I was just checking on her. Funny thing is... She would have came right then and there. I miss you so much Old Poot.
January 7, 2020
Mom played the piano at church. She played Amazing Grace with her eyes closed and so one Sunday I said, "Mama, play me Amazing Grace." She started playing... I got close to her ear and sang the song in Choctaw. She kept playing even though her eyes teared up.. One,--- one of many, loving memories I have is sitting next to her while she played a song for Dedication/Rededication at the end of church.
January 7, 2020
Memories of mom.... And for the record she said I was her favorite too..mom was always second mama to my babies and my grand babies.... She was my everything... She listened to me when I didn't know what I was going to do next.... When I was heartbroken... Always had open arms and a shoulder to cry on... But It would always end in her praying for me and the situation at hand...She would also set me straight when needed too... Loved listening to her stories of when she was a youngster.. Especially about the race horse named Dan... Made me wish I was running with her back then.. We would have been best friends then too.... Love you mama
January 7, 2020
Before my mother passed away I had stopped in to see her at the hospital. She was asleep but as soon as I walked into the room she opened her eyes. I have always been in the habit of getting my mother to pray for me during our visits. It's comforting. So, I asked her to pray for me, and she didn't hesitate. In fact, she prayed for the whole family, "...help them to accept things as they are but let them know that you are in control of everything."
Later, I was holding her hands reminiscing about her biscuits and beans, and about how I would get up with Stacey on the weekends and make some scrambled eggs for her. And then a little later we would go skating down the road. After a few minutes, I had to ask, "Mama, am I still your favorite one?" She opened her eyes to look at me and said, "Yes you are!" I had to laugh, but it made me feel blessed to have such a wonderful mother.
After a few more minutes and a few more tears I asked her if she wanted me to anoint her with oil. She said she did. So I anointed her head with oil, held her hand and put one hand on her tummy. Then I began to pray, "Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, they will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who have trespassed against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever. Amen."
We left her that day at 4:15 PM on Saturday.
She passed away on Monday at 3:15 PM, almost 48 hours later. I do believe she had been waiting on me to come, and we had such a great visit. Just like old times. Dawna
January 7, 2020
If you can imagine with me, I'd like to tell you something that used to bring me comfort when I was little.
It was my mom's footsteps in the hallways, in the kitchen and then in the bedroom where my brother and sister and I slept. She would come in and she would straighten our blankets and then she would put another quilt on top of the one already on us. I can still hear her fan that bigger quilt in the air and it gently land on top of us.
Then she would walk away and go back to the living room. I would turn over and snuggle up on my pillow and go to sleep.