Nancy "Dale" Sellers Sims

September 20, 1956 - February 27, 2022

Nancy "Dale" Sellers Sims, 65, of Lancaster S.C. formerly of Columbia S.C. On February 27th 2022, I died to this fantastic world knowing I would be born and escorted by deceased family members, into a far greater and more wonderous one. I leave with great memories of a long lifetime of experiences I shared with wonderful family and friends, whom I dearly loved... Know that there is a touch of sadness at this transition, but the expectations of the future of unimaginable wonders and happiness beckons, to be able to rewind time and view Lewis and Clark on their journey to California and to be able to instantly speed to the uttermost end of the galaxy is ultimately fascinating.. I follow family members who have preceded me in this transition and am comforted by the knowledge that shortly = in terms of future time = the ones I leave behind will join us. I leave this world knowing that my Friend/Sister Terry McNaughton McManus, took such excellent care of me during my last days; one daughter, Nancy Renee (James) Barrett and Husband Purnell Barrett Jr. of Monroe; one granddaughter, Destiny Aaliyah Foster of Monroe; two grandsons, Braydon Tyler James & Kayden Isiah James of Monroe. I am predeceased by my Mother and Daddy, Legette and Eva Mae (Davis) Sellers. Family and friends will gather from 2:00pm - 4:00pm on Saturday March 19th 2022 at Lancaster Funeral Home, 709 North White Street, Lancaster S.C. Family is accepting flowers, and contributions may be made to University Of South Carolina School Of Medicine - Memorial Garden, In Remembrance of Nancy "Dale" Sellers Sims, 6311 Garners Ferry Rd. Columbia S.C. 29209. Written by Nancy "Dale" Sellers Sims Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. Mary Frye