Lois M. Brown: Sunrise October 1, 1932 – Sunset February 12, 2021.

Lois was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, to William and Amanda Wade. She was the oldest of two children, William Wade Jr. was the youngest. Lois enjoyed school, playing the piano and singing in the Church Choir.

In 1952, Lois married Robert B. Brown in a Chapel in San Francisco, California.  They were married for 68 years and blessed with four children Lolita, Cerita, Veda and Danita.

Lois and Robert moved from Homewood, Illinois to Helotes, Texas in 2018, where they lived with their daughter Danita, son-in-law Reginald and granddaughter Corinthian.

Prior to moving to Texas, Lois enjoyed working at Woolworth's offices, Universal Steel company, The Star Newspaper and taking classes at the community college.  In addition, she would make herself available to help with her children's school activities, including Girl Scouts and preparing them for college.  She took on the task of caring for her mother in her home after the passing of her father.  Upon retirement, she was able to enjoy additional travels with her husband, friends, family and other seniors.

Lois was preceded in death by both parents William and Amanda Wade, and her oldest daughter

Lolita Dejene.

She is survived by her Loving and Adoring Husband Chief Robert Brown,

three daughters Cerita Ethridge (Robert deceased), Veda Brown and Danita Ewesuedo (Reginald) and

her brother Sgt. William Wade Jr. (Glennie deceased).

Grandchildren, Donald Brown Sr. (Shannon), Mengustu Dejene, Melaku Dejene (Dominique), Anthony C. Chambers, Jr.,  (Joann) and Corinthian Ewesuedo

Great- Grandchildren Donald Brown Jr, Dominick Brown, Zion Dejene, Dash Dejene, Ravi Dejene, Isabella Chambers and Anthony C. Chambers III

Nieces and Nephews Gayle Wynn (Thomas), William Wade Jr (Regina), Quinn Wade (Patience)

Nicole Wade and a host of additional, Loving Family and Friends.

Well done.

If Roses Grow in Heaven

By Dolores M. Garcia

If roses grow in heaven,

Lord please pick a bunch for me,

Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile,

place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while.

Because remembering her is easy,

I do it every day, but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.