Olivia Abigail Hurst, bright eyed, beautiful, life loving daughter of Gaye (O’Neal) and Arnold Hurst Jr., joined the arms of Jesus, Sunday, January 20, 2013 at Charlevoix Area Hospital due to complications of pneumonia. Olivia was born December 30, 2004 in Gaylord and spent her entire 8 years of life growing up in Central Lake. She was a 2nd grade student at Central Lake Elementary School who loved drawing, swimming and playing in the water. She enjoyed playing video games with her brother and spending time with her many, many friends. Olivia had a contagious smile that lit up the room when she entered. Her bubbly, outgoing, and free spirit personality will be her lasting legacy. She is survived by her parents Gaye and Arnie of Central Lake, her beloved brother Colton at home, sister Amy Cockerill of Bellaire, brother Brian O’Neal of Whibdy Island, WA, nephews Logan and Dylan Cockerill of Bellaire, maternal grandmother Carol Rhea of Bellaire, paternal grandparents Arnold Hurst Sr. of Central Lake, Barbara Pollard of Fairfield, IL, Aunt Ginger (Brian) Scram of Kewadin, Uncle Greg Rhea of Seattle, WA, Uncle Gary Rhea of Wisconsin, Aunt Debbie Roberts of Gibraltar, Uncle Mike Hurst of Brownstown . She was preceded in death by her maternal grandfather Sam Rhea, and maternal great grandmother Mae Harmon. Funeral services for our sweet girl will be Friday, January 25, at 11 am at the 1st Congregational Church of Central Lake with Pastor Gary Bekkering officiating. Interment will follow in Southern Cemetery. The family will receive friends Thursday, January 24, from 4 to 8 pm at the Central Lake Chapel of Mortensen Funeral Homes. Memorial contributions may be made to the family thru the Mortensen Funeral Homes, PO BOX 488, Central Lake, MI 49622. Please sign her online guestbook www.mortensenfuneralhomes.com.
When god calls little children To dwell with Him above, We mortals sometimes question The wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with The death of one small child Who does so much to make our world Seem wonderful and mild Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold, So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, And so He takes but few To make the land of Heaven More beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult, Still somehow we must try. The saddest word mankind knows Will always be “Goodbye.” So when a little child departs, We who are left behind Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.