Brenda Ward, age 60, of both Harrison, Arkansas and Ozark, Alabama, died Saturday, August 18, 2012, at Mercy Hospital in Springfield, Missouri. She was born March 6, 1952, in Harrison, the daughter of Willard and Pauline (King) Phifer. Brenda’s father preceded her in death. Brenda attended Pyatt Baptist Church. She was a 1970 graduate of Bergman High School, Bergman, Arkansas.
Brenda married the love of her life, her high school sweetheart, and her best friend Steven, on May 8, 1970, in Harrison. She loved going to the beach and traveling the country. Brenda liked to garden as long as the plants were hardy enough to withstand her busy schedule. She loved visiting with her family and friends. She had thousands of stories that she would love to share with people. Brenda’s favorite career was being a wife, a mother and a grandmother. She loved her family and friends dearly.
Brenda is survived by her husband, Steven Ward, of Ozark, Alabama; her mother, Pauline Phifer; and her sons and daughters-in-law, Chris and Melanie Ward of Bruno, Arkansas, Gregory Ward of Harrison, and Michael and Terri Ward of Dallas, Texas.
She is also survived by two sisters, Linda Jones of Harrison and Anita Stanley of Midwest City, Oklahoma; seven grandchildren, Tyler Ward, Wendy Ward, Devon Ward, Corina Ward, Steven Ward, Allison Ward and Brynden Ward; as well as two great-grandchildren.
Visitation was Wednesday, August 22, 2012, at Roller-Christeson Funeral Home, prior to the funeral service, which was also at Roller-Christeson Funeral Home, with Eldon Hellums officiating.
Pallbearers were Galen Phifer, Johnny Phifer, Dana Stanley, Jeremy Stanley, Kyle Ralls and Carry Long.
Interment was in Bellefonte Cemetery.
Love: The Superior Way
Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, is not boastful, is not conceited, does not act improperly, is not selfish, is not provoked, and does not keep a record of wrongs. Love finds no joy in unrighteousness but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for languages, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when the perfect comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put aside childish things. For now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known. Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.