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THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION AND UNDERSTANDING
Juanita Maxwell-Wingwood, a life long resident of Austin, Texas, passed away on December 1, 2020 at her home.
Juanita was born in Austin, Texas on May 31, 1933. She attended Austin Public Schools and confessed in Christ at an early age. On December 13, 2006, she married Coy L. Wingwood.
Juanita leaves to mourn, her loving husband Coy L. Wingwood; one sister and brother-in-law, Stella M. Nixon and Deodise Dixon; two half sisters, Jaunis Jones and Nell Sedwick Jackson; three sons, Willie Clark, Raymond Clark and Alvin Clark; six grandchildren, Juanita Garrett, Ericka March, Linda Clark, Willie Clark, Jr., Dominic Brazell and Alvin Clark; eighteen great grandchildren; twenty-five great great grandchildren; two grandsons-in-law, David March and Cecil Garrett, Jr., and one daughter-in-law, Beverly Clark; and a host of family and friends.
Juanita Maxwell-Wingwood is preceded in death by mother Inez W. Jones, Father C. Maxwell, brother L. B. Maxwell, two daughters Linda L. Clark and Brenda J. Clark, and one grandson Tyrone L. Clark.
For My Loving Grandmother
In the early years, I entered the world,
As a beautiful little baby girl.
I learned to crawl, walk, talk and then run.
Not knowing at all that my race had begun.
I continued running as fast as I can,
In and out of different lands.
Up and down, side to side,
Running my race, with lots of great pride.
I walked many paths, I traveled many roads,
And when I went wrong, a voice said “Behold.”
I turned some corners, went up some streets,
Just to learn that my body was beat.
Hurting all over, paining, and sore,
The same voice I heard, said to me, no more.
You’ve crossed the finish line, now the time has come,
To my beautiful little girl, a job well done.
My child, my servant, you’ve finished your race,
Now, it’s your turn to look upon my face.
By: Juanita A. Garrett
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