May 11, 1930 - February 14, 2026

Virginia ''Granny'' Lee Herrington (Hill), 95,of Little Rock/Mountain Home, AR, passed peacefully from this life on 2/14/2026 in Mountain Home, AR, with her daughter by her side.

Virginia was born on Mother's Day, May 11th, 1930 in Osceola, AR to Mary Harriet (McClure) and Richard Kingston Hill. She graduated from Tuckerman High School in Tuckerman, Arkansas. Soon thereafter she married the love of her life Verble E. Herrington on February 19, 1949, with whom she shared 69 incredible years of marriage filled with love.

She was a lady of devout faith in her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Virginia was a shining example of her faith, living a life rooted in Christ. Her life was dedicated to those around her, most notably her family, who she loved beyond imagination. A lifelong lover of animals and people, Virginia was well-known for her happy, fun, and loving personality. She was the kind of person that anyone would be blessed to have as their friend. Always positive and encouraging, she was a driving force of support and unmatched generosity in the lives of all those she knew.

She is preceded in death by her husband, Verble E. Herrington, and her brother, Richard (Marian) Hill. She is survived by her daughter, Barbara (Keith) Trahan, three grandsons and one granddaughter, John (Karlie) & Greg (Cheyenne) Snell, Bryan (Sarah) Trahan, and Erin (Joe) Donahue, 9 great-grandchildren, Jack, Madi, Ben, Emmett, Rowan, Colin, Brady, Aidan, and Brooks, along with several much-loved greatgrandfurbabies, cousins, nieces, & nephews.

A small family celebration will be held at Roselawn Cemetery on 2/19.


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Our beloved ''Granny'' completed her journey in this Earthly realm with a bit of
tragic romance, leaving us on Valentine's Day. I'd like to think that it was because she
wanted more than anything to be back with Pa on the day that's most meaningful in
love. Love. The most overarching, all-encompassing word that could be used to describe
her. She was a lover. She loved without bounds, without hesitation, and without
judgement. She shared her love with any and everyone that she encountered, loving
each in her own special way. She was a lover of Jesus, family, friends, of traveling,
animals, the Razorbacks, hot fudge sundaes, and a nice bowl of chili from Wendy's.
Technically speaking, Granny was part of the ''Silent Generation''. I think they got
that wrong because even though she missed it by only a few years, she should be
counted as part of the ''Greatest Generation'', *obviously* because of how great she was.
Born in 1930, she came into this world in the midst of hard times, shaping the person
she would become. She believed in the value of hard work, living modestly, helping
those around her, and being righteous.

She worked hard throughout her life and showed us all what real dedication looks
like. As a servant of God, and a faithful member of Immanuel Baptist church for 50+
years. Through a career as a secretary. After losing her own mother at 14, she persevered
through being a mother herself, despite her opportunity to learn from her mom being
cut short. She worked hard as a wife, through 69 years of marriage. As a grandmother
and great-grandmother. As a friend. As a good person. She was dedicated to all the most
important things that really matter.

Our Granny was over the moon about Verble, our ''Pa''. He was the biggest part of
her life. She adored and loved him, something fierce. They raised a daughter together.
Traveled together. Prayed together. They did it all: together. She lived for him, as he did
her. Together, they demonstrated to everyone how love should be. They were a team.
They worked together. They expected the best from one another. They grew together,
and they got to grow old together. They made each other better every day they were
together. What an extraordinary achievement. That same spirit was evident in every
part of her life. She always did her best and it brought out the best in those around her.
Likely due to constantly being surrounded by ornery men her whole life, Granny
was always a good sport. Or it could also be explained by being a Razorbacks fan her
whole life. But she put up with the (loving) aggravation from Pa, an annoying older
brother, my dad, Greg and myself, Keith, and all the jokes, jump scares, and consistently
losing to me in Go Fish better than anyone that I know would be able to.

Self-confident and determined, our Granny knew who she was and what she was
about. She was fairly set in her ways, she knew what she wanted, as well as what she
didn't want. However, there were times where she could be persuaded into trying new
things that she was not exactly eager to experience or was able to adapt to unexpected.
circumstances. Despite going 92 years without ever needing or wanting a pedicure,
many of those years with getting her toes done, Mom finally persuaded her to get a
pedicure. She didn't make it through that pedicure before asking when she could get her
next one. After being well into adulthood without learning to swim, with a history of
going to the lake and having a boat, our Granny finally gave in and conquered her fear
and learned to swim. She was so proud of herself and was ready to ''show off'' newly
acquired skill to some friends and family. After her brief demonstration, she took a
second to pause, thinking she was still in shallow enough water to touch the bottom.
Quickly realizing that she was no longer within reach of solid ground, she promptly had
an unplanned freakout in front of her audience, and then never swam again. But hey,
kudos to her for really stepping out there. After living a relatively calm and structured
life for 62 years with a doting husband and a gentle, well -mannered daughter, she was
thrust into the role of Granny for two raucous, rambunctious, and almost feral
grandsons. Even in the midst of the unexpected and unknown, she handled it with such
grace and a strong resolve, and all of it made her love us even more. In her later years,
while living at the assisted living facility, she even found that she had the skill and ability
to do things she likely never would have otherwise. She was often the resident champion
at bowling and bingo, had more ringers in horseshoes than all the others, and even tried
her hand at axe throwing.

I'm not sure I've ever known another person with as positive of a disposition as
Granny. I can't think of a single memory or instance where she was not happy, positive,
energetic, and laughing…although I have heard some stories. People might say, ''you're
her grandson…of course that is your perspective'', but I would argue that that makes my
perspective the most pure and true. I had the privilege of knowing the kindest, sweetest,
most gentle, and arguably the most loving version of her. As a grandmother. The most
unfiltered, unfettered type of love only a grandmother can give. Anybody that knows me
or Greg well enough, without a doubt knows just how important our Granny is and has
always been to us. I don't like to speak on anybody else's behalf, but in this regard, I feel
confident enough to say that she was very appreciated and adored by all the others that
knew her, too.

I'll always associate Granny with good food. She was an exceptional cook. She
could cook Eggo Waffles in the toaster oven better than I could ever hope to. Granny
knew that at the table is where families come together and where so much love is
shared. Some of my earliest memories of being with Granny are of going to eat at Luby's
Cafeteria and her bringing Christmas fudge every year on Christmas. This past
Christmas, I made the fudge and she was so thankful and excited that she allowed me to
come visit her, so long as I brought her some of the fudge.

There could never be enough words or enough stories to portray the profound
excellence and goodness of Virginia Herrington. Never enough adjectives to convey the
extent of her value, her stature, or her prestige. She was incomparable, unparalleled,
and unsurpassed. A truly remarkable human. An unequivocal one-of-a-kind. The world.
was a better place with her in it, and those that knew her were and are better for having
known her. With her passing, there will forever be a missing part in the lives of the
people she touched, but for those that she touched, her imprints will forever live on.

 

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