Anne Sumner Brunson, 93 of Wilson, died Wednesday, September 14, 2022.
A celebration of life will be held graveside at Maplewood Cemetery at 11:00 a.m. Saturday, with inurnment to follow. The family will be at home Friday from 6:30-8 p.m.
Mrs. Brunson was preceded in death by her husband, Robert R. “Bobby” Brunson, Jr. in 2018, her sister Toni P. Stamper, and her brother Morgan C. Sumner, Jr. She was also preceded in death by her lifelong friend of almost 90 years, Anne B. Hackney.
She is survived by her daughter, Diane B. Heinrich (Darrell) of Pfafftown; son, Robert R. Brunson III of Raleigh, Marci Grogan of Raleigh; granddaughter, Spencer B. Bird (Ryan); grandson, Robert R. Brunson IV (Alexandra); great-granddaughter, Wooten Gray Bird, and great-grandson, Corbett David Bird.
Anne was born in Huntington, West Virginia to the late Morgan C. Sumner and Florence Phillips Sumner on May 22, 1929. She graduated from Charles L. Coon High School in 1947. She then attended Atlantic Christian College in Wilson. Anne worked for the Red Cross for a number of years before being recruited to help open the first branch of what is now Bank of America in Wilson in 1972. She retired from the bank after 20 years of service to her community. She was the ultimate “People Person” that enjoyed interacting with all her customers as much as she did with her friends and family.
Her last year was spent living at Spring Arbor Assisted Living, where the residents and staff enjoyed her boundless humor and wit. The family is so grateful for the excellent care and compassion that she was given while living there. She lived life to the fullest, enjoyed every day and was determined to live her life that way until her very last moment on this earth. For that, we are eternally grateful and is why we will miss her so much.
In lieu of flowers, memorials are suggested to First United Methodist Church, PO Box 1423, Wilson, NC 27894-1423.
Arrangements are by Wilson Memorial Service, 2811 Fieldstream Dr. N, Wilson, NC 252-237-7171; www.wilsonmemorialservice.com