Willeanna Baker

Who was Willeanna “Henry” Baker She was a daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend, and a child who became a warrior. A warrior seeking divine love from her parents.

Willeanna’s childhood journey led her to wear the helmet of mental disconnection from a motherless love of rejection, Yet God. The breastplate of heartache, the cold bitterness of less favorite, Yet God. The belt of sexual immorality, Yet God. The shoes of rebellion, the releasing of confusing pain, Yet God. The shield of the wilderness into the arms of the worldly world, Yet God. The sword of a wide road, Yet God. Although Willeanna wore the armor, our father's shine of protection kept her.

Willeanna was the last living elder of cousins, of a true warrior. Carrying the love of emptiness, which grew into the desire of filling the void with her “know how”. Such as helping others, giving a place to stay, a home cooked meal out of an empty refrigerator, a listening ear, a plan of hustle and a sense of humor. Yeah, she left her footprint, her mark of unforgettable moments of time (A hook of crook) standing on business.

Willeanna’s temperament was just that. Not only was she a warrior she became a mother of three, survived by Mademoiselle Veronique H. Scott, Master Ike C. Mason, Mister Malcolm J. Henry to which are all living legends in their own birthright. Together blessing Willieanna with 13 grandchildren and 18 great grandchildren.

May Your Legacy live on as you return into our father’s arms, the creator of it all, as you ascend through the breath of dust we came we shall levitate the dust we remain. I forgave you so that you may live, I love you to life thank you for birthing me your unconditional love well received.