Myrtle Martin Sellers

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Myrtle Martin Sellers, 86, of Oakley, passed away Sunday, July 22, 2012. She was preceded in death by her husband, Henry Sellers; sisters Ethel and Nora Gaddy; and brothers Doyle and Jess Martin. Mrs. Sellers is survived by a daughter, Joan Sellers; sons, Tommy Sellers and his wife, Martha, Ronnie Sellers and his wife, Ella, Paul Sellers and his wife, Pat, Roger Sellers and his wife, Shelley, and Ricky Sellers; 21 grandchildren; 24 great-grandchildren; sister, Nina Sprinkles; and brothers, Dewey and Noah Martin. A funeral service will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Tuesday in the Tunnel Rd. chapel of Groce Funeral Home, with the Rev. Greg Bell officiating. Interment will follow at Bethel United Methodist Church Cemetery, with her grandsons serving as pallbearers. Her family will receive friends one hour prior to the service at the funeral home.

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  1. Ricky I am sorry for your lost, prayers and thoughts are with you and your family, sorry I cant come to the service cause I have moved out of state..but my thoughts are with you…Tammy

  2. I’m so sorry for the loss of granny, even though Rick and I are not together any longer, i still feel like i’m part of the family, granny was an very good woman and will be missed by so many,if there is anything we can do, please dont hesitate to let me know, my prayes and love goes out to all in your time of greif. my phone number is 670 9222

  3. My heart goes out to you at this time and in the days ahead.
    Please accept my deepest sympathies and let me know if there is anything I can do to help.

    We are all so sorry to hear of your loss. The thoughts of many are with you at this time of sorrow.
    Although we can’t be with you while you remember your loved one, you’re in our thoughts from afar.

    No bond is as great as that between a parent and child.
    Our deepest condolences are with you as you grieve.

    Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there; I do not sleep
    I am the thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glints of snow
    Do not stand at my grave in sorrow
    I am the clouds you’ll see tomorrow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn’s rain
    Do not stand at my grave and cry
    I am not there; I did not die.


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