Deborah Poston

Deborah Eugenia Poston

Augusta, GA  – Deborah Eugenia Poston, 58, entered into rest Saturday, December 15, 2012 at her residence in Canton. Services will be held at 2:00PM on Wednesday, December 19, 2012 at Bethel UMC in Gibson with Rev. Tommy Anderson officiating. Interment will follow in the church cemetery.
Debbie lived most of her life in Augusta. In school, she was a spelling bee winner with English being her favorite subject. Debbie was enamored with the world and its beauty—her favorite flower, red roses; her favorite place, the beach and the sun on her skin—sunkissed was her favorite look—and was very happy go lucky, always with a smile on her face. She enjoyed drawing and writing poetry and was a Jill of all trades, conquering all tasks   One of the best words to describe Debbie was “determined”—she never gave up and the word “can’t” was not in her vocabulary. Other qualities she exemplified are kindness, generosity, gentleness and humor. Debbie was very family oriented, loving her children unconditionally and finding  her greatest joy in her grandchildren. She will be truly missed by everyone she has touched.
Deborah was preceded in death by her father, Alton Eugene Poston; her son, Gernot Ruediger Betts; and her grandmother, Kathleen McKenzie. Survivors include her children, Jonathon Sanders and Tara E. Cruz (Justin); her mother, Martha D. Cobb; her brother, Anthony Wayne McGee; special aunt, Jan Harden; and three grandchildren, Alston Jay Sanders, Brody Kiyler Betts, and Isabella Storm Cruz.
The family will receive friends at Bethel UMC Fellowship Hall after the services on Wednesday, December 19, 2012.
Memorial contributions may be made to Bethel UMC, c/o Renae Kelley, 585 E Main St, Gibson GA 30810.
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Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit..

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