Ouachita County Louisiana Archives Obituaries.....EDWARDS, MARTHA WALLACE WATSON January 18, 2015
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News Star World - January 18, 2015
MARTHA WALLACE WATSON EDWARDS

Born January 20, 1929; Martha passed from this life after a long battle with 
dementia, Thursday, December 18, 2014. She was 85. The youngest of nine 
children, Martha was preceded in death by her parents Richard and Dora Allgood 
Wallace, her husband - James B. Edwards; 4 brothers, and 4 sisters; Martha's 
oldest son, Dan N Watson, Jr also preceded her (December 4, 2014). Martha is 
survived by 1 daughter-in-law; Gail S. Watson; 3 children: sons M Paul Watson, 
MD of Monroe; and Carl W Watson of Sibley, LA. and daughter Naomi Watson of 
Jackson, TN. Other survivors include 15 grandchildren, two great-
granddaughters, her favorite niece, LaVerlan DeSoto of Sibley, LA, and best 
friend Beverly Levie of Monroe, LA.

At the age of 50, Martha returned to school and became a Licensed Practical 
Nurse. She worked in the Intensive Care Unit at E. A. Conway Memorial Hospital 
for 10 years, retiring in 1991. Never one to keep still, Mom worked as a 
private duty nurse until her marriage to James B. Edwards in 2000. Caring 
deeply about the training of medical staff and medical research, many years 
ago, Martha made arrangements to have her remains sent to the LSU-S School of 
Medicine. Honoring her wishes, there will be no public service.

Mom carried the following article from CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL with her 
everywhere she went and shared it with everyone.

TO REMEMBER ME

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, neatly tucked under 
four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the 
living and the dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my 
brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life 
has stopped. When this happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into 
my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my Death Bed. Let it be 
called the Bed of Life. Let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller 
lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or 
love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has 
caused nothing but endless pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled 
from the wreckage of his car, so that he may live to see his grandchildren 
play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist. Take my bones, 
every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a 
crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brains. Take my cells, if 
necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the 
crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. 
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers 
grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all 
prejudices against my fellow man. If by chance you wish to remember me, do it 
with a kind deeds or a word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have 
asked, I will live forever.


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