Birth date: Jun 12, 1946 Death date: Oct 22, 2025
Helen Jean Mullins Raulerson, 79, of Hawthorne, Florida, passed away peacefully on Wednesday, October 22, 2025. Born on June 12, 1946, in Haysi, Virginia, Helen was the daughter of James Mullins and Stella Wells Mullins. In 1956, Read Obituary
Helen, you were such a wonderful friend to my mom and dad. I know you’re catching her up on all that has happened. Rest easy sweet lady.
I met Aunt Helen when she was 18 and I was 14, when she married my uncle Ralph. We became instant friends more like sister's than Aunt and Niece. We had 3 children close to the same time. We stayed close even after my uncle passed away, talking often and never forgetting each other during birthday's and holiday's' and praying with and for each other during difficult times. Aunt Helen was a wonderful wife, mother, daughter, sister, a God loving lady, and the best friend I ever had or will have. She would reach out to help anyone who needed it in any way she could. She was a true Christian lady, whom I will love and miss until we meet again. Fly high with Angel wings sweet lady, your work on earth is done! All my love for ever and always, Neice
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I can’t put into words what I want to say. There are no words to explain the love I had for Aunt Helen.
I told Aunt Helen I would be back to see her in the Fall so I could sit on the porch with her. I was a year late and we didn’t sit on her porch. I stood next to her and held her hand and told her I was sorry I didn’t make it sooner and told her how much I loved her.
Over the last several days I have said several times that Aunt Helen just always understood. No matter what it was, she just understood.
I text Aunt Helen often. Sending her pictures of whatever activity Skylar and I were doing and whatever latest award Skylar had received. Aunt Helen was always first to get these texts. Last Monday when she hadn’t text me back, I knew either something was wrong or she had typed her text and didn’t hit send.
She would have told me not to make the drive last week, and I would have told her that I was just as stubborn as her and I would see her soon. She would have said “Alright, Tiff. I’ll see you when you get here.”
I have wanted to text her 1000 times over the last week. I needed to give her the scoop on who was at the hospital when I got there and all the details. I needed to tell her about my drive. When I got checked into the hotel room—I looked out the window and thought I need to let Aunt Helen know I was settled and would see her later. On Friday, I needed to tell her that it was cool enough I had to use my seat warmer for the first time this season. On Saturday, Skylar’s volleyball team won and I wanted to text her the picture. Sunday, I wanted to let her know that the weather was expected to be so bad they canceled the last day of the fair. All little things, but things I would text her to tell her.
Aunt Helen would often text me asking if it was cold enough or hot enough for me yet. We would text back and forth if we had seen any Hummingbirds lately. I tried to talk her into getting a little hummingbird tattoo with me-but I wasn’t convincing enough.
I expected Aunt Helen would be alright, that she would have some recovery time ahead and be threatening to beat someone with her cane in no time. When I understood that wasn’t what was going to happen, I wondered who she would go after with her cane first in heaven. Then I remembered, she wouldn’t need her cane in heaven! Unless God let her keep it around just for fun.
One quick trip through town, we met for supper at Cracker Barrel. I said something about gray hair popping up. Aunt Helen laughed and said just be glad you have hair. I laugh about it every time I look in the mirror.
There is a hole left in my heart.
“I love you. I’ll talk to you later.”
