Deborah W. Edge, age 51, passed away on Tuesday, April 14, 2020. Born in Johnson City, NY on December 15, 1968.
Deborah leaves behind to cherish her memory, husband, Steve Everard Edge, father, Arthur Joseph Warrick, mother, Patricia Helen Grigor Warrick, daughters, Amanda M. and Francelis L. Edge and Morgan and Perry Witherspoon (Edge), sons, Steven P. Edge and Michael R. Edge. She is also survived by three grandchildren, Michael J. Blankshain, Johnathan A. and Liam M. Warrick (Edge); brother, Michael Warrick and sister, Elizabeth Patricia Fabricius.
Private service at a later date.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the American Cancer Society in her name.
Arrangements entrusted to Johnson Funeral Home & Cremation Services, 661 English Road, Rocky Mount, NC 27804. You may share memories and condolences with the family by visiting www.johnsonfuneralsandcremations.com.
Please accept our deepest condolences for your family’s loss.
my prayers are with the of Debbie,i really have not met her,i knew steven and micharl,I was facebook friends with her.you will be miss by so many people.rest in peace
Steve, I’m very saddened to hear of your loss. Know that you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
We are both so sorry that the world lost a beautiful, brave, and loving soul. Debbie loved all her family, including her adopted dog companions. She was very close to her work family also, often posting photos on Facebook. Her love for everyone was evident in her words and actions. Our prayers and sympathy to her husband, Steve, and the whole family. With love, Marie & Lou Gurske
In memory of Deborah Warrick Edge, Evelyn Davis lit a candle
To the Edge, Warrick and Fabricius families, I send my deepest sympathies. Debbie was a very loving, dedicated, strong and beautiful woman. Her sense of humor and outgoing personality drew people to her. Amanda, Morgan, Steven and Michael- I hope you can find some comfort in knowing how proud you made your mother. You have all grown up to be amazing adults, and I have no doubt that it was because you were raised by such loving and committed parents. I can’t fathom your father’s heartbreak- he’s very lucky to have the four of you (and vice versa.) Pat- you raised a charming woman. I cannot imagine mourning the loss of a child and I hope that you, as well, can find some comfort in knowing what a warm, caring woman you raised. I’ll never forget the trips with Betsy to Staten Island- some of the best memories I have to this day. Betsy- I know you enjoyed Debbie’s enthusiastic rendition of a certain Sisco song as much as I did. Before Debbie left this world, she left us all with many joyful, humorous memories to be reminded of in her legacy. She left this world with love in her heart. May she rest peacefully for all eternity.
No words can adequately express the feelings that I have right now… On the Death of the Beloved by John O’Donohue Though we need to weep your loss, You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was like the dawn Brightening over our lives Awakening beneath the dark A further adventure of colour. The sound of your voice Found for us A new music That brightened everything. Whatever you enfolded in your gaze Quickened in the joy of its being; You placed smiles like flowers On the altar of the heart. Your mind always sparkled With wonder at things. Though your days here were brief, Your spirit was live, awake, complete. We look towards each other no longer From the old distance of our names; Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath, As close to us as we are to ourselves. Though we cannot see you with outward eyes, We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face, Smiling back at us from within everything To which we bring our best refinement. Let us not look for you only in memory, Where we would grow lonely without you. You would want us to find you in presence, Beside us when beauty brightens, When kindness glows And music echoes eternal tones. When orchids brighten the earth, Darkest winter has turned to spring; May this dark grief flower with hope In every heart that loves you. May you continue to inspire us To enter each day with a generous heart. To serve the call of courage and love Until we see your beautiful face again In that land where there is no more separation, Where all tears will be wiped from our mind, And where we will never lose you again.
You will never be forgotten. You made an impression everywhere you went. Thank you for everything you taught me. Rest Easy xoxo
In memory of Deborah Warrick Edge, LaWanda Joyner-Hamilton lit a candle