Whitney Leigh obituary and Whitney Leigh Sumter SC

Whitney Leigh Sanders Lucas died Saturday, March 25, 2023. She was 35. She was a great wife, daughter, sister, and friend. She modelled hands several times. She was my person countless times. She appeared to be enjoying cardio too much. In my defence, most people look mean when doing cardio. I'm cruel. She's right. She loved cinnamon-flavored foods. She ordered my coffee because she spoke barista. She did everything perfectly. She was a meal prep expert, and her lack of a cookbook degrades the world. She would have won her first Strongman Competition this weekend. She could correct your form across the gym with one contact lens. She could convince you that two 25s on a barbell squat was an amazing lift. She always showed up on time, unless she was with me. Because we were trying to keep her surprise graduation party a secret, she thought everyone was mad at her. Her playlist was chaos and 60% my fault.

"Whitney Leigh, you will be perpetually missed, yet always remembered," the sheriff's specialization said in a proclamation. "We all extend our love, petitions, considerations, and sympathies to Whitney Leigh, his companions, and associates."

Whitney Leigh's family, prayers. a lovely girl. When I directed Bethel's youth group, Whitney was always so sweet. We had heart-to-heart talks, and I know Whitney gave her heart to Jesus and is with Him today. Whitney and I recently talked about weight loss, skin removal surgery, and working out. Whitney's weight loss, health, and training were amazing. I talked to her a week ago about weight training after the doctors diagnosed my upper arm soreness. I'm heartbroken! Losing a young person is hard to comprehend. Please comfort Whitney's family, especially her son! Whitney… Love you... Miss you! At youth camp, you told me I was your role model, but girl, you inspired me and many others!

O God of the Living and the Dead, please bless , who we hope has come into your realm today. Award harmony, light, and everlasting youth to her who has been taken from us while still a kid. May he always be aware of the tinge of your affection and the gleam of your light in your vast domain. Look delicately upon her family, whose hearts are overburdened with distress. Stroll with them; console them; encompass them with heavenly messengers to lift them from the profundity of their grievous misfortune. at long last. We stand as a family in our moments of triumph and bliss; grant us the mental fortitude to remain as a family even in the absence of . May we console each other with expressions of confidence, trust, and love. Persuade our hearts that everything works for the good of those who trust in God. So be it.

She was a wonderful mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. She was one in a million. She had been approached about being a hand model on multiple occasions. She has been my person more times than I can count on a single hand. When I first saw her, I got the impression that she was having way too much fun doing cardio. That was my first impression of her. She always said that her first impression of me was that I looked really mean. To be fair, that is how most normal people appear when they are doing cardio, so I am not offended by her comment. In addition to that, I can be very cruel. She had a valid point. Anything with cinnamon in it was her favourite. Because she was so fluent in barista, she would always place my coffee order for me. She was capable of excelling at anything she set her mind to, whether it was something she liked or something she wanted to do. She was an expert in food preparation, and the fact that she did not publish a cookbook makes the world a poorer place because of it. This weekend would have been her first Strongman Competition, and she would have absolutely dominated it. She could give you form advice from across the gym even though she was wearing only one contact lens. She is able to make you believe that two sets of 25 repetitions on a barbell squat is an extremely impressive lift. If she said she was going to be there, you could count on her to be there, and she would be on time, unless she was riding with me. In that case, you could not count on her to be there. Because we were making such an effort to conceal the fact that we were planning to throw her a surprise graduation party, she was under the impression that everyone was angry at her. Her playlist consisted entirely of disorder, which was at least partially due to my actions.