Angela Marie Swann

Angela Marie Swann, affectionately  known as “Phorever” and later “Blu”, she was a

mother, sister, aunt and grandmother. She was diagnosed with breast cancer two and a half years ago.

She put up a fight but this sickness got the best of her. The cancer spread to her bones. She fell asleep

Sunday March 31, 2025 at Cleveland Clinic Akron General Hospital Akron Ohio. She leaves behind a

legacy of strength, creativity and unforgettable presence.

She was 55y.o born June 24, 1969 in Washington, DC. Parents Richard Franklyn Jones and Betty Jean

Swann Wells. She went to Washington, DC Public School. Later continuing her education in the Bronx,

NY. From there she started her journey, moving to Brooklyn NY, North Carolina and Last place of

residence Akron Ohio. Life may have led her down a complex path.h Nevertheless, she was a fighter.

Those who knew Angela will remember her for her contagious laughter, smile, those mesmerizing eyes

and her deep love for music especially anything by Prince and Chris Brown. Her unforgettable dance

moves that always lit up a room. Her spirit was bold which left an impression wherever she went.

Angela had a remarkable gift for words and expressions, with penmanship that could move and inspire

hearts through her poetry. She was very talented and artistic. Her art was a reflection of her inner being.

She expressed herself through her written words. Her poetry would linger on with memories.

Angela believed in God. She had no doubt that she would be resurrected. She had many favorite

scriptures that carried her through. She shared many positive affirmations and scriptures thought's

through her social media and digital reflection. She quoted:

“God has a reason for allowing things to happen! We may never understand his wisdom but

simply have to TRUST his WILL!”

She leaves behind a legacy of strength and creativity to her 4 children who she loved and always carried

them in her heart. She leaves behind mother Betty J. Swann Wells (Frank), children Robin S. Swann,

Robert Gillipsie, D’Angelo Williams and Tyrell Williams, grandchildren Sydney L. Evans, Bryson

Williams, Ty’Lien Williams, sisters Cleda L. McCain, Robin L. Swann Mckinstry (Anthony) and Toni A.

Swann, nieces Endia Hill, Arneisha Barnes, Angel Barnes nephew Trevon Barnes, nieces Eondia Hester

(Jason Sr.) nephews Karon Douglas. Jason Hester Jr, J’Kari Hester, cousins Millicent Barnes Murrell

(Donald), Tiffany Barnes Sewell (Terry) and a host of nieces, nephews and friends who were family,

Special thanks to her dear long time friend Latonya Smith who was family. She has been very

instrumental to the family.

In accordance to Angela’s request, she has been cremated. We will always hold her dear to our hearts.

She believed in the hope of the resurrection. Her scripture Acts 24:15. “ And I have hope toward GOD,

which hope these men also look forward to, that there is going to be a resurrection of both the righteous

and the unrighteous”

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The family wish to express their sincere appreciation for the sympathy, comforting words, prayers and all

expression, kindness, and concern. May Jehovah continue to bless you all.

Special thanks to Latonya Smith and her family who took Angela in and made her family. For taking

care of Angela during her crucial time. We like to thank family and friends who were there for the family

for there encouraging word, cards and support.

Arrangements and program

Adam Mason Funeral Home

791 E Market Street

Akron, Ohio. 44305

For Blu, My Forever

They called her Blu

Bold like the sky,

Deep like the sea,

A storm when she spoke,

A song when she laughed.

She never called me by my name,

To her, I was Baby Girl,

Her love wrapped in a nickname,

Like a secret she kept close,

Even when time and life stretched us far.

She didn’t raise me in the everyday ways,

But her love?

It showed up in every echo of her laughter,

In every story she spun like silk from her tongue, gifted in gab, God, and grit.

Her presence wasn’t soft.

It was loud, it was real, it was Phorever.

She didn’t hide her light, or her shadow

She was the thunder and the praise,

The hard truth and the hymn,

All rolled into one unforgettable woman.

She believed In God, in love, in showing up

As exactly who she was

Even if the world wasn’t ready.

And maybe we missed some years,

But I never missed her heart.

Because somehow, she always found mine.

In her laugh.

In her strength when her brain try to deter her away from reality.In her words she put on paper.

In the way I was Always her Baby G.

So now I carry her like a song in my bones,

Like a prayer in my chest.

Not dark but a light still shining,

Not lost, just louder,

In every story I tell.

In every beat I hear.

In every piece of me that still answers to Baby G.

By Li Robin Swann (daughter)