Nancy Sue Eaton
March 10, 1941 - January 29, 2021
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Nancy Sue Eaton, 79, Springfield, MO. passed away Friday, January 29, 2021, after a long illness. She was born in Springfield, MO. on March 10, 1941, to Archie and Gertrude (Troutman) Umphres. She was a member of the Sunset Church of Christ. She retired from Kraft Foods, after a long career. And After a few…

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Karolyn Young left a message on February 2, 2021:
I worked with Nancy at Kraft, she was a very sweet Lady, easy going and a hard worker. She had a God given spirit. prayers to the family
Marilyn Haenig left a message on February 2, 2021:
Love and prayers to Nancy's family Enjoyed working with her many years ago at Parkview Christian Church.
Marilyn Haenig left a message on February 2, 2021:
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Linda (Dowler) Wommack left a message on February 1, 2021:
Nancy was such a sweet lady,I enjoyed working with her at Kraft many years ago. She always had the sweet smile to give you. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Linda Wommack
Betsy Isley left a message on February 1, 2021:
I will miss Aunt Nancy's smile. Always so sweet and loving. She was loved by so many.
Peace of mind is a call away. We’re here when you need us most.
Leanne Cheney left a message on January 31, 2021:
My heart goes out to you and your family.
Heather White left a message on January 31, 2021:
We miss love and you a lot grandma!
Justin and Silvia Curro left a message on January 31, 2021:
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed. -Maya Angelou
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