Linda Rogers

Linda Ann Templeton Rogers

Wrens, GA  – Linda Ann Templeton Rogers, 66, loving wife of 47 years to John Preston Rogers, entered into rest Saturday, April 26, 2014 at Georgia Regents Medical Center.  Funeral services will be held at 3:00PM, Tuesday, April 29, 2014 in the James Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. J. Scott McKinney officiating. Interment will follow in the Woodland Baptist Church Cemetery.

Linda was born to Virginia Hobbs Templeton Richards and the late Joseph Saxon Templeton, was a lifelong resident of Jefferson County and was a member of Woodland Baptist Church. She enjoyed the simple pleasures of life—cooking for her family, eating a good steak, dancing, sitting on the swing watching people go by as she enjoyed the weather, and drinking a good ‘ole Pepsi.  Linda was a straight-forward person with a great personality and wit. Above all else, she loved being with her family, especially her grandchildren.  Death leaves us a heartache that no one can heal; but love leaves us memories no one can steal.

Linda is also survived by three children, Bradley Preston Rogers (Mandy), Tracey John Rogers, and Kerri Jo Rogers Smith (Curtis); six siblings, Lynette Brooks (Joe), Judy McMurrian, Lisa Richards, Jack Templeton (Vera), Grady Templeton (Patricia) and Faith Aldred (Thomas); five grandchildren, Bradley Preston Rogers Jr., Corey John Austin Rogers, Michael Douglas Rogers, Kristopher Alan Lund Jr. and Tracey John Rogers Jr.; one great grandson, Ashton Levi Rogers; many nieces, nephews and friends.  Pallbearers will be Greg Brooks, Jeff Brooks, Scott Brooks, Shane Busby, Raley Clements and Scott Stafford.

The family will receive friends at James Funeral Home on Monday evening, April 28, 2014 from 6:00 –8:00PM.

Because of the financial burden of a prolonged illness, the family respectfully requests that memorial contributions be made to James Funeral Home, PO Box 588, Wrens GA 30833.
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When I’m Gone

When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned
And only remember the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day.
Then forget to grieve for my going—
I would not have your sad for a day—
But in summer, just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay.
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

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