Edna M. Hall

Edna Mae Hall, age 83, passed away Friday, September 11, 2020 at her home in Des Moines.

Edna was born January 9, 1937 in Glasgow, Missouri to Henry and Bonnie Vivian. She was a Child of God and a member of Elim Christian Fellowship Church. Edna worked for the Department of Revenue, retiring in 1999.

Enda was the Lioness of her family. Her children and grandchildren meant everything to her. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. She was a hard worker and a phenomenal cook. She enjoyed being in the kitchen and her specialty was fried chicken.

Her favorite subject was English. She was an excellent writer and wordsmith and always had dreams of writing a book. She was an L. A. Lakers fan, enjoyed playing the Iowa Lottery, and she loved to sing. Edna was the cornerstone of her family and will be missed by all who knew her.

She will be lovingly remembered by her children: Alonzo Hall (Karen), Wesley Hall, Anita Brown, Lesa Lewis, Jimmy Hall, and Inger Hall (Tommy); grandchildren: Cedric Hall Sr., Charel Hall, Moneeka Burton, Tason Connor, Tameka Connoe, Marlin Miller, Jamie Shepherd, Rashawna Golden, Rochelle Hall, Raenece Brown, Mikeyla Brown, Lajaherae Bell, Robin Mikens Jr., Quinton Haygood, Brittly Moore, Cherelle Lewis, Akheem Lewis, and Azaan Lewis; and numerous beloved great-grandchildren.

Edna was preceded in death by her husband James Franklin Hall, son-in-law Mike Brown, and grandson Shaun Shepherd.

Services will be held on Saturday, September 19, 2020 at Hamilton’s Funeral Home, 605 Lyon Street, Des Moines. Visitation will be from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. Funeral service will begin at 1:00 p.m. Cremation will take place after the services. Urn burial will take place at Glendale Cemetery on Monday, September 21, 2020 at 2:30 p.m.

Memorial contributions may be directed to the family in loving memory of Edna.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

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