Cherokee-Bartow County GaArchives Obituaries.....Headden, Fannie Galt May 23, 1881
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The Cherokee Advance 16 June 1881 p 2 
In Memoriam (sic)
Mrs. Fannie Galt Headden died at the home of her husband in Cassville, Ga., 
after a brief illness, on Monday night 23th (sic) of May 1881, aged 24 
years. 

Her former home was Canton, Ga., where she was born and reared.  In the year 
1871 she was converted and baptized into the Canton church by her brother-
in-law, Rev. M. B. Tuggle.  Her walk as a Christian from the first was 
marked by consistency.  And not only so, but in her religion she was 
earnest, loving and practical.  She was not content without doing something 
for the cause of her Savior.  When she gave Him her heart she gave Him her 
life.  To serve Him was her delight, and to trust Him her joy.  Patient, 
kind and loving, her life was spent in the service of others.  She was the 
light and joy of her home.  To minister to the comfort and pleasure of 
others was her constant aim.  She thought of herself least and last of all. 

As a daughter she was affectionate, thoughtful and obedient.  As a sister, 
warm hearted and generous in her love and sympaty (sic). 

On the 18th of June 1879, she was married to Mr. George H. Headden, of 
Cassville, where her home was until the day of her death.  What she was in 
her own home and family she was in her husband's home and family--a loving 
sister and faithful friend.  Scarce two years was she a wife, but those two 
years were bright, happy years. 

Her life though short was not unfruitful.  We saw the fruits of humble faith 
in Jesus developed in her daily walk.  Her life will be a precious memory, 
and a rich blessing to all who loved her.  Her brothers and sisters will 
speak tenderly and lovingly of the dear sister they loved so well; the 
mother will carry her memory embalmed in her heart as long as life lasts; 
while her husband, who rejoiced so fondly in her love, will treasure the 
memory and joys of their brief pilgrimage together, as his brightest 
treasure.  Her life was not in vain.  No life that is given in love to the 
service of Jesus can be in vain. 

Her death was sudden, but to her not unexpected.  She looked for but did not 
fear death.  With her own hands, before confinement and sickness, she made 
preparations for her burial.  Forty eight hours before her death, while calm 
and collected, she called her husband and relatives around her bedside and 
told them that she was going to die.  At first they interrupted her and 
sought to turn her mind from the subject, but she insisted that they let her 
say then all that was in her heart, lest when she came to die she might be 
delirious or unable to speak.  Then in fitting words she told of her hope in 
Jesus; that it was like an anchor to her soul sure and steadfast.  She said 
that her way was clear and bright, and for a time she seemed to be looking 
in upon the unseen world.  To live for her husband and child was mentioned, 
but she said if it was the will of God for her to go how much sweeter it 
would be to depart and be with Christ. 

To each of her relatives she sent a message of love and her dying request-to 
seek Heaven as the one aim of life.  She gave directions about her burial, 
and asked that her child be brought up in the nurture and admonition of the 
Lord.  She asked them not to mourn for her, but if they must weep not to 
weep, as those who had no hope. 

We weep our precious sister, because in thy death we lose so much, but 
rejoice that for thee to die was gain.  Thus a bright, beautiful, useful and 
happy life was closed by a peaceful and triumphant death.  We buried her 
believing that the rest of the people of God is hers.  She sleeps by the 
side of her father and other loved ones in the family burial ground near 
Canton. 

"Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in thy silent dust. 

No pain nor grief nor anxious fear, 
Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch her soft repose." 
              A Friend. 
 

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