Lora Belle Cox

Lora Belle Cox (True)

Was born in Novinger Missouri to David Riley, and Lora Lucinda True (Hyatt) March 5, 1933 and lived and loved for more than ninety years when she went home to be with our Lord on November 27, 2023. Lora Belle was a talented artist and writer. She wrote many poems and shared stories about her life and people she knew and loved. A familiar topic of her writing is that of angels and kindness. She obviously new a lot about these as Lora was one of the sweetest persons we could ever meet. She married the love of her life in 1955, Richard. Together they lived in Evansville and raised their two children Rick, and Rob. Lora retired from working in the local hospitals as a nursing assistant. She enjoyed the many friendships she had developed with her coworkers. These friendships lasted a lifetime with “The Golden Girls” getting together to celebrate special occasions and anything else that might be a good reason for getting together and having a good time. Lora was loved by everyone who met her and will be deeply missed. Lora Belle was preceded in death by her brother John D True and her husband Richard Cox. She is survived by her sons Richard D(Mable d.) and John R(Sue), grandchildren John D, Robert J, and Austin T.

Lora’s wishes were to be cremated, there will be no services.

Sympathy wishes to the family may be shared at www.titzerfamilyfuneralhomes.com.

Services are in the care of Titzer Family Funeral Homes.

Here is one of the many poems written by Lora

So often I’ve thought to write a poem for you

But the words just never would come though.

How do I thank you with words of emotion

For a lifetime of love and devotion?

Bouquets of roses tied with ribbons of blue

Could never express the love I have for you.

And no money on earth, nor silver or gold

Could pay for the sweet memories of you I hold.

You taught me how to give and share

And how to kneel in humble prayer.

You gave me the values I hold today

And there’s nothing I can ever do to repay.

For the precious gift of your motherly love,

Except to live a life you would be proud of.

And so I kneel in humble devotion

With praise to Him who set our lives in motion.

And give thanks to God, our loving Father

For the gift of you, my dearest mother.

And though you’re gone, you’re in my heart to stay,

Remembered and loved each and every day.

Lora Cox