VALITA ELENORE YARROW

Valita Elenore Yarrow, 91, of Panama City, passed away Wednesday, March 4, 2009. She was preceded in death by her husband, Harry Yarrow. She is survived by her two daughters, Elaine Lominac and husband Steve, Coralie Rae White, son, Brian Yarrow, two grandsons, Matt Parrish and Mark Parrish and fiancé, Sandra Pugh and their son, Luke and dear friends, Wendy Grant and John and Robin Massey. The family will receive friends at the funeral home on Friday from 4 - 6 p.m. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to your favorite charity. Valita's feelings were best expressed by the words of Robert N. Test, "The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me, and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."

Wilson Funeral Home