In the company of her daughter and son, early on the morning of Sunday, October 1, 2017, Mildred Anne Bruce Bishop, “Mab” to everyone who knew her, parted company from those same people, to enter the company of the loved ones who had preceded her to bask in the warm, loving light of the unfiltered presence of God.
Among those with whom she is now joyfully reunited are her husband, James Patrick Bishop; her mother, Bonnie Sue Robinson Bruce; and her father, Joseph Edwin Bruce, Jr. Among those who now await a joyful reunion with her are her daughter, Susan Heather Bishop Stoddard (James); her son, Patrick Bruce Bishop; granddaughters Olivia Chandni Bishop and Kara Shae Bishop; and myriad cousins, other relations and beloved friends.
A prayerful woman of unwavering faith, she was known to have loved God with her whole heart, her neighbor as herself, and those who shared her faith with a godly love. She was quick to help others, even when she had little help to offer other than her prayers.
Visitation will be held from 3 to 5 p.m. on Sunday, October 8 at Covenant Funeral Service, Fredericksburg.
A service will be held at 2 p.m. on Monday, October 9 at Sylvania Heights Baptist Church. Interment will follow at Oak Hill Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests that contributions be made to Sylvania Heights Baptist Church, 150 Church Street, Fredericksburg, VA 22408.
Covenant Funeral Service, Fredericksburg
Sunday October 8th, 2017
3:00pm - 5:00pm
4801 Jefferson Davis Hwy.
Fredericksburg, VA 22408
Oak Hill Cemetery
Monday October 9th, 2017
1902 Plank Road
Fredericksburg, VA 22401
Sylvania Heights Baptist Church
Monday October 9th, 2017
150 Church Street
Fredericksburg, VA 22401
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Submitted by Joan Ball on Oct 12 2017 01:10:01 PM
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Amy Dawn conroy lit a candle on Oct 9 2017 12:50:28 PM
Mom, in moments like this one, it is simply impossible to express in a few short paragraphs everything that a mother means to her son, or even what she means to others through her son. But let me try.
I am not a famous composer, but a few people appreciate the music I have written. This is all because, one day, when I was four or five years old, you taught me to play Jingle Bells on the little keyboard you and Dad got me for Christmas. And later, you taught me to read music and bought the materials to help me learn, and that was all it took. Shortly thereafter, I composed my first song, and I haven’t stopped composing. I doubt I ever will. If any of the music I’ve written means anything to anyone who has heard it, then it’s all because of you.
I am not a famous writer, though I remain hopeful this will change. But a few people do appreciate the stories and poems I have written. A few have credited my writing with saving or at least changing their lives and their whole worldview. The credit for this belongs to you, for when I was little, you read to me and gave me an appreciation for the written word and everything it can do and mean to people. You were an accomplished writer yourself, and I have tried to live up to the high standard set by you in expressing things with eloquence and subtlety. So again, if anything I have written means anything to anyone, they have you to thank, as do I.
Those who know me even a little know that I am a man of faith. While, by my own estimation, I am still far from the man I want to be, I am a far better man than I otherwise would be, because of the faith you shared with me from my earliest days. Throughout all the vicissitudes life has thrown you, I have never seen your faith in God waiver. So whatever there is that is good within me, whatever there is about me for which others are grateful, it is there because of your influence and because of the example you have set.
Despite feeling at some of the lowest times of my life that I was more a burden to my family than an asset, you always made sure I knew how proud you were for my efforts to make things better, and for my resolve not to buckle in the face of what seemed like overwhelming circumstances. Your taking pride in me has only made me try harder to make things better, and hardened my resolve never to buckle.
I wish I could have done more for you during your final illness. I will always wonder what little symptom I overlooked that, had I noticed in time, would have given me some idea that would have changed the outcome. In my mind, you left us too soon, and not in the way you deserved. My hope was always that you would pass, years from now, in your sleep and in your own bed, after enjoying a good day with our little Kara, who so loves being with you and making you laugh by putting on her funny shows for you. But it was not to be, and now, besides keeping your memory alive in my heart, there is very little else I can do for you save write you these poorly-written words, and, on Monday afternoon, lay you to rest beside my father.
You were a part of my life for 49 years – 50 if you include the pregnancy. Fifty years was not half long enough. As people of faith, we know that death is not the end, so I find I cannot say goodbye. I will not. Let me say instead, “Until we meet again, I love you.”
Submitted by Patrick Bishop on Oct 9 2017 01:04:53 AM
With the utmost grattitude, for a race well run. You were an example to us all. See you again precious saint.
Submitted by Cory Paulos on Oct 4 2017 10:47:26 AM
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