Conswella Edwards
Hearing her pray for us!
Birth date: Oct 26, 1938 Death date: Jun 9, 2026
Helen Ruth Butts Edwards, affectionately known to those who loved her as “Fat,” was born on October 26, 1938, in Jeanerette, Louisiana, to the late Victor Butts, Sr. and Bernice Nathan Butts. She was raised in Jeanerette, the smal Read Obituary
Hearing her pray for us!
Condolences to Connie, Arnold and the Edwards siblings, your mother was a woman of Faith, she was Fearless and all about Family, may she rest in peace. A life well lived

Now my daddy can kiss on you forever 😘tell him I miss him I love yall always until we meet again💔
In Loving Memory of my momma.
I'm the youngest of six… the bossiest, the busiest, the one who could never sit still long enough to do just one thing. And through all of it, my mother was my very first business consultant. Long before anyone else believed in what I was building, she did.
She was my first investor, my first client, my first reviewer… whatever I needed, she stepped in and became. When I started doing credit repair, she made me fix her credit first, and she paid me to do it. When I started the trucking business, she didn't just invest… she looked at me and said, "Don't you start without at least $20,000 in the bank." When I started building, she told me to fix up her house so she could move into it. That was her way. She made me prove it, sharpen it, and earn it… and then she backed me all the way.
It wasn't only business. I'd bring her my heartbreaks too, and she'd hand me her wisdom whether I asked for it or not, right down to the man she picked out for me to marry, just two weeks before her stroke. She was still mothering me, still planning my life, still loving me forward until the very end.
We had our differences, what mother and daughter don't? But underneath every one of them was a fierce, stubborn, unshakable love that stood the test of time and never once let go.
My heart is broken. I am truly devastated. But the promises I made her and the mission she helped me build don't end here, they continue.
In her honor. In her memory. Until I see her again.
Rest now, Momma. I've got it from here and I’m gon’ “pencil whip” them until I’m satisfied…
~Tonia❤️💔