DARKE COUNTY OHIO - OBIT: HENNING, Mrs. Elizabeth FINFROCK (d. 1905)
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OBITUARY

Mrs. Elizabeth Finfrock Henning

        Mrs. Elizabeth finfrock Henning, wife of John 
Henning, was born in Miami County, Ohio, July 17th., 
1837, and departed this life April 3rd., 1905, aged 67 
years, 8 months, and 16 days.
        She was the mother of seven children, three 
whom have preceded her to that better home.
        She united with the German Reform church near 
her home, during her early married life. While it was not 
convenient for her to attend the church of her choice, yet 
she was faithful to her belief. In her death the whole 
community, and especially her relatives, have suffered an 
irreparable loss.
        She was a true wife and a loving mother, but we 
who knew her best can safely that our loss is her eternal 
gain.
        We bid a tearful goodnight, with the hope of 
greeting her with a f\glad "good morning" somewhere, 
sometime.
        She leaves a husband, one son, three daughters, 
five grandchildren, five brothers, and five sisters, and a 
host of friends to honor and cherish her memory.


The way is long to the Valley of Rest,
Down the dim, uncertain years;
But we reach the Valley when God thinks best,
And enter its shadows, sweet and blest,
where is never a reign of tears!

We'll forget the floom of the weary way,
where the thorns grew red along,
with the answers sweet to the prayers we pray,
the spirit of Peace will speak that day,
and the sigh will be the song.

And deep in the beautiful Valley of Rest
We shall pass from the storm-swept sod;
With tired hands foiled above the breast,
We shall say to the silence God knew best,
and dream in the light of God.