William Henry Nagle
Husband, Dad, brother, grandfather, William Henry Nagle was a proud man of few words who dearly loved his work and the honest companionship that grew out of his work. He depicted the old fashioned work ethic.
Father of five and grandfather of eleven, his life flourished in his machine shop. Learning, creating, and teaching were his true passions. His thirst for knowledge and love of teaching was played out in his machine shop.
He is remembered most not for what he said, but for what he taught all of us, and will continue to teach. We will always love, respect and honor him, and be thankful for the gifts of love, honesty, and humility he taught us through his example. His legacy will be remembered with pride and passed down through his example to the rest of us. We will always love him!
Ken was a religious and compassionate man who would have been honored to know that his gift of sight has benefited another.
Justin Frank Nassoiy
Justin was a free spirit. He dreamed of a life under the open skies of Montana. He loved fishing, the outdoors, and spending time with his friends. He loved animals, and his friends tell stories of Justin nurturing a kitten by feeding it with an eye dropper, and then licking it clean with his own tongue. His heart was so tender that in desperation he once took a turtle to the vet after unintentionally injuring it while mowing the lawn.
Justin was born in upstate New York and graduated high school in 1997. He spent a semester at college then moved to North Carolina in 1998 to pursue a construction job, and the freedom to do his own thing. He was respected in his field and was the youngest crew leader in his company.
On March 17, 2003, while returning from his lunch break, Justin was involved in a car crash that would take him from his many friends, his parents, his three sisters and his brother.
He will be forever missed.
Margaret Leida Nealey
I remember most my mother’s smile. She always met others with a happy smile or laugh, and loved to talk for hours. She was the type person that was always taking care of people.
I remember when I was young I was very sick with asthma. She worked on night shift at a yarn factory and many nights would arrive home finding me laboring for breath. Lots of times she would haul me off to the hospital in the wee hours of the night. She would stay up sometimes all night taking care of me, and then work the next day. Now I find myself wondering how she managed.
As years passed and the children grew up and moved out one by one, she would find others to take care of. Taking care of older persons seemed to be her joy in life.
She enjoyed her children and grandchildren to the fullest, and was always available for a helping hand, as mothers do. Devotion was a word made for my mom. She was totally devoted to her family and friends for as long as she could get around and do so.
Because of her nature in life, I know my mom would be very happy knowing that upon her death she was even then able to help someone in need.
Our entire family would like to express our deepest gratitude in allowing us to give this one last gift in her honor.
Thank you.
Connie J. Simmons, Sandra E. Miller, and Curtis D. Nealey
Emily Needham
My mother, Emily Needham (on the left in photo) was the most remarkable person I have ever known. She was a wonderful Christian lady who loved life and lived each day as if it would be her last. She was a loving and devoted wife of almost 31 years. Mama was the most caring and loving mother any child could ask for. There has never been a time she wasn’t there for us. Even if she was sick, she still worried about us. She always wanted to know that we were okay.
Mama spent time with us as we were growing up. She read to us, colored, played, cooked the best meals in the world, and told us she loved us every day. She always made sure we said our prayers every night, and when she went to bed, she said a prayer for us. She set a fine Christian example for us to follow.
She worked in school cafeterias for many years and helped many kids with her smiles, laughs, or even buying their lunch or extra cookies that they couldn’t afford.
In 1993 Mama was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver. She never worried about her condition, for she took one day at a time and put everything in the hands of the Lord. In January 2001, she was put on the waiting list for a liver transplant. She said many times “if I get a new liver, I’m going to be better off, and if I don’t get one, I’m going to be better, because I’m going to Heaven.”
Mama received her new liver on 8/5/02. She praised the Lord for the miracle He had performed. Her goal was to get better and tell everyone else what God had done for her. She came home in October after her transplant but had to return to UNC-CH Hospital in November because of some complications. She spent the next four months in the hospital and was able to come home in March of 2003. After only three weeks at home, she had to re-enter the hospital and spent three days there before she went home to be with the Lord on April 6, 2003, at the age of 49.
There are so many people who will never forget her and whose lives were never the same after they met her. I pray whoever received the precious gift of sight from her gorgeous blue eyes will see each day as Mama saw it! She perceived each day as a gift from God and another opportunity to share her faith and love of the Lord. She was a precious angel, a gift from God and my best friend. God could have given my Daddy any wife in the world, Matthew and myself any Mama, but instead He gave us the most precious, Emily Needham.
