On behalf of the Black Family, I would like to take a moment and thank each of you for your many cards, flowers, and prayers. And more especially, thank you for your love and support and just being here, it means a lot. Florence Chacon Black, has 4 children, 8 grandchildren, 7 great grandchildren, and more on the way, as noted earlier.
To each of these she is Honey, and she would make it very clear, that she would be the only Honey we would ever have. Honey made the best tortillas ever, and you could find her grandchildren having competitions as to who could eat one in the least amount of bites or fighting over the last one. Sadly, no one will ever be able to make tortillas like that again because to Honey it wasn’t a science, it was an art. She would never measure anything, it was always a handful of this, a little of that, mixed with a whole lot of love, and a prayer that it would taste good and no one would get sick. Tortillas weren’t her only specialty. Whatever the occasion, she seemed to know just the right food for it, cooking for weddings, birthdays, dog shows, graduation, you name it, she probably made a meal for it.
While she might have been a little smaller than her grandchildren, all of us would tell you that we feared her, because she was a spanking grandma and a scolding one too. If you needed a chastisement, she was not afraid to give it to you herself. However, you could never question whether or not she loved you, because you knew without a doubt that she did. After Uncle Vince passed away, Honey gathered her grandchildren and said, “We are family, you might get in a fight or disagree about something but never stay mad. Families love and help each other. She never stayed mad at anyone and always loved them.
She did all she could to teach her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren about God and Jesus Christ. She had a firm belief in Jesus Christ and that he was the Savior and Redeemer of the world. That be His suffering in Gethsemane, His death on Calvary, and His resurrection three days later, all might be free of sin. She believed strongly in prayer and had great faith that all could return back to our Heavenly Father, if they lived justly before Him, something she strived to do every day of her life.
She was deeply saddened by the loss of Pomps, but she pressed on, knowing that they would be reunited in the near future. We all recall the story when Pomps went in for a checkup and the nurse suggested that he quit working at the ranch, Honey said, “No that is how he keeps his muscles!” Her grandchildren would often ask about her fireman calendars that she had, and she would say, that is how I see your Pomps, young and strong, just like when we were younger.
A few weeks before her passing, she told one of her granddaughters, I prayed and told God that I am ready to go, and told Pomps to prepare a place for me. Just as Christ accepted the will of His Father in the Garden of Gethsemane, she too accepted the will of the Father here in her life. She is not dead but merely sleeps, for as the scriptures teach “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” In the coming days she will be resurrected with a perfect body of flesh and bone and reunited with her family, an ever strong and true conviction that she has. We need to do nothing more than bid her goodnight until that great morning of the resurrection when Chris comes to rule as King of Kings and calls her forth from the grave to never sleep again. Goodnight Honey, and God Bless You!
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