Obituary of Elouise Pope

Elouise Pope was born on September 21, 1933 in St. Louis, Missouri. After celebrating her 89th birthday on Wednesday, September 21, 2022, she passed away peacefully on Thursday, September 22, 2022, when God called her home into eternal rest. She was the second of four children born to the lateChester Lee Pope and Daisy McCulley. The family relocated from St. Louis to Bronx, New York where she attended public schools and graduated from Morris High School in Bronx, NY.  After graduation, she attended City College of New York (CCNY) in Harlem, New York for 2 years. Elouise worked for Sunnyside Healthcare as a Home Health Aide, where she retired after 25 years of service.

Elouise was a longtime member of The Greater Victory Baptist Church (formerly Victory Baptist

Church) Bronx, New York under the leadership of Rev. Grady H. Donald. 

She was preceded in death by her parents Chester Lee Pope, Daisy McCulley (step-father John Esther McCulley), one sister and brother-in-law Bobbie and Carl Ferrebee, one brother and sister-in-law Vernon and Estella Pope, and one nephew Robert D. Pope.

Elouise was a dedicated and loving mother, mother in-law, grandmother, great–grandmother, sister and aunt. She leaves to mourn and cherish her fond memories her dedicated sons Joseph and Daniel Pope, one daughter in-law Sharon Pope, one daughter Diana Pope Shirer, one son in-law Michael Shirer, five grandchildren, Atiya Butler, Knashae Smith, Kylar Shirer, Maundaari Shirer and Myanna Shirer, two great-grandchildren, Winter Raine Huggins and Donovan Alford, one brother Allen McCulley, five nephews Robert Pope, David Ferrebee (Sandra), Kevin Pope (Fernanda), Robert Pender (Keann) and Raj Pope-Carter, one niece Sheila Pope (Matt), one faithful and devoted friend Badri Alli and a host of other great-nieces, great-nephews and friends.

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 glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

The Family